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A/n: Thanx for the reviews ppl! I wrote this earlier while I still had inspiration. Oh yeah.the words in italics is what Michelle is thinking. If theres anything wrong with the stori tell me! I would really like to noe ur opinions! R/r! Luv Ya!

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Meeting Armand

With the wind in my hair and my Gucci shades on, today is a beautiful day. Its 1pm and I have so much to do. Im an interior designer and I was called yesterday to go to Night Island. My clients agent had said my client, Armand, wouldnt be here to greet me straight away so he would give me the keys to his house when I arrived. Driving in my silver VW beetle I looked around for the house. This place wasn't much, only a few shops here and there. Maybe it lives up to its name Night Island, there's only one way to find out, stay till night.

I finally arrived at my destination. "That's one big house." It looked very new, maybe a few months old no more than that. I saw a handsome middle-aged man standing in front of the door. I stepped out of my car and walked towards him. "You must be Michelle Leone, welcome, I'm Armands agent, Alex." "Nice to meet you." I shook his hand. "Here are the keys to his house." He searched through his pocket and held out a set of keys. I took them. "Thanks." "No, thank you. Armand will be here after dark. He has many things to do but you're free to look around. I hate to leave but I have lots to do, goodbye." "Bye" He was nice. I wondered how Armand was. I shrugged and turned to open the door. It was a lot bigger inside compared to the perspective outside. All the rooms were empty and dusty. There were about 30 rooms. All the rooms were very large in area. This house had a value so great I wondered what Armand was going to do with it. I felt a sudden pain in my stomach. I was starving. I hadn't even thought about breakfast, I was in so much of a rush. I decided to drive to the café down the street. I ordered whatever I saw that looked good on the menu. I ate my meal quickly and calmly. When I was satisfied I paid the bill and stepped outside. I drove back to the house. I needed to get started. I took out some equipment to take the measurements of the rooms.

I was finished by 4:30 and it was getting dark. Armand should be here soon. I took my equipment back down to my car. I grabbed a pencil and a pad of paper. I would need to note and sketch his ideas. As I walked back into the house I felt another presence. I was being watched. I looked around and found no one. "Must be my imagination." As I walked towards what was to be the main living room, a cold chill came over me. I turned to the window but it was closed, odd. I turned back and I found myself right in front of a boy no more than seventeen with auburn curls cascading down to his shoulders. "Sorry to startle you madam, I'm Armand. I suppose your Michelle Leone, am I right?" His voice was soft and he sounded French too! I was dragged into a stupor from his voice until I came back to my senses. "Yes, that's right. Nice to meet you." He kissed my hand. Jeez! His hand was freezing!

He's a strange one. But charming!

He owned the island and he was just 17! Whoa! "Let's get started." I nodded. He clearly described how he wanted everything setup. He had it all in his head. Every room he could remember what he wanted. Amazing! As I noted and sketched his ideas, I realized he was really pale. His fingernails gleamed like glass in the moonlight. He reminded me of something, a type of creature. But I just couldn't put my finger on it. Even though he was strange, he was very handsome. I think I stopped my work for a second to just admire his beauty. When I woke up, he was looking straight into my eyes. He smirked. I felt all hot and nervous. "Sorry." He looked confused. "For what?" I don't think I saw his lips move when he said that.

He is definitely different. But I still can't figure out what he resembles. There are so many clues but no answers. One thing, he never seems to show his teeth.

"I was thinking about something and I completely forgot what I was doing." "That's ok. " He turned and continued with his descriptions. I quickly continued with my work. After several hours we finally finished.

"You look hungry and tired. Shall I take you out for dinner?" I couldnt absorb his words. Did he just ask me out to dinner? "Oh...ok" I managed to choke out these words before my voice broke. He held out his hand gesturing for me to take it. I did. I followed him through to a hidden room. It was dark but suddenly the lights flicked on and I gasped. This was a garage full of expensive cars. "This is my little collection, which would you like to ride in?" I was speechless. How rich was this guy? Seventeen and he owns all this. Damn! "I." I paused. "I honestly dont know. Im lost for words." He smirked. "How about that one?" He pointed towards the black, shiny Porsche. "Alright." He jumped in after me. The car was so new and the smell of leather was strong. He put some music on, I think it was called 'Slept So Long'. I liked it; I was obsessed with rock and Goth music. We drove smoothly out of the garage. The car moved swiftly through the streets like a panther. I looked around.

Wow! Night Island really does live up to its name.

What looked like a deserted town was now a glowing city full of people. It was beautiful. We suddenly stopped in front of a French Restaurant. Armand got out first and helped me out of the car.

It's not everyday my clothes are clean after work. Wearing bootleg jeans with stilettos and a shirt should be ok for dinner right?

Linking arms and looking like a couple we entered the restaurant gracefully. We were taken to a table for two immediately. Armand was talking to the waiter in fluent French. I think he was ordering something for me. How sweet! While he was talking he glanced at me and smiled. I wondered what he was up to. Just as soon as he was finished talking the waiter rushed to the kitchens and started yelling at the chefs. I looked at Armand and he just smirked. I noticed his eyes were highly reflective. He was a very unusual boy but I just loved looking at him. He had some way of luring me in.

You have to stop staring at him. You're probably scaring him. But then again hes scaring me!

The waiter came with my food. Only the food was for me not him. "You're not eating?" "Don't mind me, I'll be ok." I shrugged and started eating. He chose well. The food was delicious. He appeared to be staring at me. He was watching me carefully as I moved. I was a little afraid but I didn't let it bother me. While I was eating I heard a cell phone ring. It was his. "Excuse me." I watched him as he walked out of the restaurant and answered his call. As he was talking, I thought I saw fangs. I cleared my head. You have been reading too many books on the supernatural. When I looked up he was gone.

Don't worry, he probably went somewhere for a while. You really are becoming hysterical Michelle.

I continued with my eating. I should really relax; I've never been this tense before. By the time I finished with my meal, Armand was back. He looked somewhat different. More "human" as I should say it. Ok, he didn't look like an alien before but he didn't look human either. He wasn't as pale as he was. He looked a normal person, however you define normal I wouldn't know. "Did you enjoy your meal?" he acted as if nothing happened. "Delicious, thank you." He paid the bill, which I couldn't see because he was too fast. He moved so quickly. I really need to get some sleep.

"Let's go." I took his hand and we left the restaurant. He took me back to his house since my car was there. "I must go now, but I'll see you again sometime when your house is finished. Thank you very much for the dinner. I don't know how I could repay you." He gestured for me to stop talking. "Please, it's my pleasure. Goodbye Michelle. It has been a pleasure working with you." He kissed me on the cheek. I was surprised. Was he just being polite or was there something else in the air? I got into my car and waved him goodbye. Then I sped off.

As I drove I thought about what happened today.

What is he? Maybe if I get some more sleep I can figure out the answer to my question.

It was true he was very bizarre but I loved him at first sight. There was just something about him that was unmistakable.

Come to your senses Michelle! Hes 17! You could never love him no matter what you did.

My conscience was right. He was way too young. He might have acted like he loved me but the chemistry was impossible.

When I arrived back at my apartment I knew instantly I wasnt alone and something bad was going to happen. I turned around; there was nothing there. I slowly got out of my car cautious of any sounds of movement. There was no one except me but my instinct told me there was someone out there. I searched through my bag to find my keys. When I finally found them I felt something hard nudge the side of my head, it was a gun. I was terrified. The guy demanded for all of my money and the keys to my car. If I did this he claimed he wouldn't pull the trigger. Luckily for me I had been doing Taekwondo for the past 2 years so I knew enough to get away at least. I grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm, pointing the gun away from me in time before he pulled the trigger. I then kicked him where it hurts most. "Bitch!" He managed to yell this as he fell to his knees in pain. With my stiletto heels on it should really hurt. I took of my heels and ran as fast as I could. Fortunately my apartment wasn't very far. I was almost there when all of a sudden I was hit on the back of my head. I fell to the hard ground. My head was swimming. I struggled to keep my eyes open but it was no use. A shadowy figure loomed over me. I figured it out! The answer was there all along. "Armand... he's a...Vam". I fell unconscious.

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