Dead

The doorbell rang. Emma rushed to open it. It was a brown haired man, wet from the downpour of rain.

"Can I use your phone, my car broke down and my cell is dead," he smiled up at her.

"Hold on," she picked up the nearest phone and reached to hand it off.

He brought his hand up and stopped. "Can I come in? I don't want to get your phone wet," he yelled over the rain.

"Don't worry about it, it's waterproof, trust me," she insisted.

"So much for hospitality," his attitude changed completely.

He went to grab the phone. She retreated inside her house, slamming the door shut. She glanced through the peephole. He was gone. A shattering sound came from the kitchen. The window was broken. She didn't see him outside, so she looked for what had come through.

Suddenly, something flew by, cutting her face. Another object came through the window and she saw it, they were rocks. She ducked down as more rocks were pelted through the window.

"Let me in, and I'll stop," he yelled at her. "It will only get worse," he said when she didn't answer. The next rock he threw in, broke her kitchen table.

He had every chance to attack her head on, but didn't. Emma didn't want to believe it. There was only thing that came to mind. A vampire. Emma picked up a wooden chair and threw it against the ground, breaking it. She picked up two sharp pieces and headed to the front door.

"Come in," she yelled as she opened the door.

He walked into her house and breathed in deeply. The door slammed shut behind him and he quickly turned around. She thrust the stake at his heart. He caught it and threw it aside, knocking her into the wall. He smiled as she looked up at him in fear. He leaned towards her with his fangs out. He was about to bite down when he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He dropped down to his knees, coughing, before turning into dust.

Emma looked down in disbelief, then at the mess in her kitchen. There was no proof as to what happened. No one had to know that she killed someone, something. No one ever would.