It's 2005. You were walking down the street, earbuds in, listening to some emo band nodding your head along to the song. You occasionally mess with your hair, or adjust your clothes, just the usual stuff.

Next thing you knew, you were in a crowd, your arms held behind you. You couldn't move, and you were terrified. You were directly in front of a vampire.

You knew Chicago was a strange place but you never thought people would be trying to push you towards a vampire to get bitten. Everyone in the crowd pushing both of you towards eachother were chanting 'kiss them', most likely to the guy in front of you.

You closed your eyes, preparing for the worst to happen. You waited for your neck to start aching, or to feel blood dripping down your skin.

God, why'd you have to go out tonight?