Writing Challenge #3

It's 2:03 in the morning on Sunday, 3 minutes after bar close. It was a dark night downtown, darker than usual. And let me just say, this week sucked. This girl at work got a promotion over me because she has fake boobs, this guy I just started seeing does heroin, and on top of all of that, I have my period, I'm bloated, and I didn't get hit on by one guy. I really just want to be home now. I said my farewells to my friends, and started stumbling away. I'm a little drunk, great, and I drove myself here. I wanted to get to my car as quick as possible. There's an alley, my mom's voice just popped into my head, "Don't go in dark alley's alone sweetie, yeah, I know you know but, just don't okay?!" Whatever, I'm going into the alley. Finally, there's the parking ramp. As I was walking in, there were literally no cars left, I wish it would've been this empty when I came, parking wouldn't have been such a bitch. This parking ramp all the sudden became really dank, It's too cold out tonight for it to be this humid in here. Whatever, I'm probably breaking out in a sweat because of my damn period. As I headed toward my car, oddly enough, there was another car parked two spaces from me. This car was extremely superfluous, it defintely isn't american. There's a figure in the car, firmiliar looking hair, and necklace.. Is that Lisa? I go to knock on the window. "Lisa, who's car is this?! I thought you were going home with Ashley? LISA?! Are you okay? I didn't think you drank that much to pass out." And with a slight turn of her head, effortless, blood, all over her neck. I started panicing, It keeps getting hotter in this ramp. I scramble to find my cell in my bag, there it is! I flip it open, I can barley read the numbers, my vision is blurring, I should be sobering up at this point. I get tapped on the shoulder, a unfirmilar face, a man, about 25, not too shabby looking with his 5 o'clock shadow. "Oh my god! Can you help me? My friend is locked in this car, and is it your car? Do you know whose it is? Can you dial 911 for me?" He takes my cell phone, and throws it from the 3 story parking garage into the streets of downtown. He smiles, "Well I can't when your phone is broken.." I start running the completely other direction, back to the entrance of the ramp. He catches up to me, throws me to the ground, and takes authority over my drunken body. I don't know weither he's gonna rape me or stab me. At this point, I'd rather die. I've heard stories about my rape, my mom was a victim. I didn't want to live with that for the rest of my life so, death is my choice. I don't think he's going to give me an option though.  His eyes burned into mine, ardent. His eyes turned blood red, and his smile became more ferocious.  Is this guy human or did he put on fake contacts and fangs without me noticing? All the sudden, he goes for my neck. Is he going to suck the life out of me like a vampire, seriously? Well. This is an interesting way to go out. I felt his cold lips on my neck... I flinched awake in a sweat, figuring out my surroundings. I'm in my room, in a sweat. I still feel a cold sensation on my neck. I get up to look in the mirror, and as I launch out of bed, a book falls on the floor.. All I see is a dark red stain on my brand new white tee, and I look to see what book fell. That's what I get for drinking wine and reading "Twilight" before bed.