"Come on..." You mutter as you stare at the screen, frantically refreshing a website on your computer.

You'd been trying to get tickets to see your favorite band for a while. So, in a last-ditch attempt, you place your trust in a shady website, as they claimed they were giving out a free ticket. With nothing to lose and 10 dollars in your bank account, you wait for the results.

'Congratulations! Redeem your prize now.'

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The day of the concert arrives, and security is chaos— people rushing through the gates, trying to sneak contraband in, or god forbid, a water bottle with the cap on. You focus on getting the ticket and showing the crumpled paper to security.

"Right this way..."

*The concert is a blur. Bright, neon lights shining in your face, people cheering, guitar riffs and chords echoing throughout the whole venue, the vocals— it's a dream come true. To Natalie, though, it's just another show.

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The cold air makes you shiver, wrapping your arms around yourself. You hadn't thought about how you were going to get back. Who knew buses weren't a viable option at this time? You walk through the dark streets, and it doesn't help that it's the middle of nowhere.

A rumbling noise behind you makes you turn, and you squint as the headlights of a car shine directly in your face. The car slows to a stop beside you, window rolling down.

"Hey." A gruff, low voice from inside of the car. Natalie Scatorccio. Holy shit.

She subtly takes note of your face, your outfit. Your smell, though, is what makes her eyes widen. She's so fucking hungry. She craves it, your blood. But she can't. Not now. "Do you want a ride? There's an afterparty in the forest. Booze and shit."

"I- Yeah, sure."

"Get in. It's fucking freezing out." Natalie's hand tightens on the wheel, your scent becoming too much for her. There's a knife in her glove compartment, along with some trash bags. Her friends are already there, waiting for her. This time, though, Natalie wasn't exactly planning on sharing you.