Angrily, I place one foot in front of the other, causing the gravel beneath my feet to spur in opposite directions. Our tent is right ahead, and I hurriedly walk towards it. How could he say something like that so boldly? I plop myself onto my air mattress, and stare at the sky above through the clear plastic. I know I'm trying hard to play the I'm-so-offended card, but honestly it's the opposite. I'm kind of turned on. My skin is prickling with excitement while I smile broadly. I shouldn't feel like this, but I guess it's alright to accept it when I'm alone.

As if on cue, Rachel storms into the tent, "I'm so glad they put up the trampoline! It's my favorite!" she says with burning glee.

"Yeah, same," I respond, my mind elsewhere.

"Hey, you want to play some soccer? They just started a new game."

"In our bikinis?" I ask startled.

"Sure! Why not?"

Rachel runs out and over towards a soft small field with a large group of kids, all in their bathing suits. I guess we're going to play a round of half-naked fútbol. I suppose I should bring myself back to reality and get up.

After the game ends, everybody heads to the gazebo for dinner. The sun has started to set, leaving the campsite in a hazy cloud of pinks and oranges. Some people trot over soaked, just having escaped the lake. Most are dressed and dry by now. We eat a delicacy of hamburgers and chips. Rachel and I sit next to each other, and we both laugh simultaneously at Jason Brooker, a short blonde kid in our grade, while he bloats his face and pulls his ears, looking exactly like a monkey. Eric sneaks up behind Jason and slaps both his cheeks, causing him to spit out the air he was holding. He grabs a solitary slice of pickle and throws it behind him, successfully smacking Eric in between the eyes. Everybody is in tears laughing now. I can't remember the last time I enjoyed myself this much.

By the time we all finish eating, the sun has completely fallen and the crickets have awakened. It's pitch black out, with only a few white highlights scattered about by the moon. A lightning bug flies by my nose, and suddenly I notice them everywhere. A group of girls jump up and start chasing them, like we're five again. I turn to my side to make the five-year-old joke, only to find my recipient racing across the lawn after the illuminating insects. Rachel is such a child. Chuckling to myself, I head back to my tent, wanting some time to relax before we indulge in s'mores and scary stories later.

Unzipping the door, I step inside the hole. A few twigs crack outside my tent, so I turn around to look for the source. I search for a squirrel or rabbit, but there's nothing but darkness. I shrug, assuming the animal must've run off, however right as I'm about to stick my head back inside, I see a shadow in the emptiness. I squint, hoping that this is all just my imagination, but slowly the blurry shadow becomes sharper, becoming a figure. Fear skates through me as adrenaline wakes my body. What do I do? Do I run, or pretend I didn't notice and close the tent? If I run, the person will definitely know I saw them, and everybody is to the far right of me near the center of camp. I'd never make it. Upon deciding, I zip my door shut with trembling fingers. I move over to my bed and sit, waiting. Nothing happens. I'm probably freaking out for no reason; it's probably just one of the guys who needed to go take a piss behind the trees. Agreeing with my rational suggestion, I calm down and open the portable DVD player. Hoping off my bed, I bend down and start flipping through the movies we brought, using the moon as my light.

I'm in the middle of reading the 21 Jump Street title when my light disappears. I cautiously raise my eyes, and find myself looking at a shadow reflecting against the tent wall, hovering over me. I open my mouth to scream but a hand clamps over my lips. I start to struggle, trying to free myself, but my perpetrator picks me up easily, and tosses me onto my bed. I rise and fall as my air mattress tries to absorb the sudden change. Before I can react, mystery rapist crawls on top of me, and hovers his body over me by propping himself up on his elbows and knees. I open my sealed eyes to find a pair of green ones looking into me.

"Fuck, Damon you scared the shit out of me! What are you doing?!" I yell, my pitch a bit higher than usual.

"I wanted to get you alone, and seeing you practically piss your pants in fear was a bonus."

There's amusement in his voice now, and even in the darkness I can see his smirk clearly.

"You're a douche," I hiss.

"You know, I've actually begun to look forward to your smart mouth, because then I get to do this."

Damon leans in towards me. His dark waves hang down and brush against my forehead, and his eyes travel down to my lips. At first, I think he's going to kiss me, and I'm frozen by the unknown, unable to react. However, his lips brush against my cheek, then he bites my lip, hard. I yelp in surprise, but not because of any pain. Damon's persona transforms with my reaction, and I can visibly see him become more relaxed, but yet dominant at the same time.

He lets go of my bottom lip, and recedes a little, fire dancing in his eyes. My body finally responds as I lift my arms to push him off, but he grabs both my hands without difficulty and pins them above my head. My back arches involuntarily at the new position, and for the first time I can feel Damon against me. He smiles wickedly, and his white teeth shine out against the black surrounding.

"You're so easy to take over Scarlett; you should work on that unless you want to get kidnapped someday."

"Damon, would you kindly rid yourself of my tent please?" I ask with a sweet tone, dipped in poison.

"But I'm having so much fun," he whispers.

Damon lightly places his fingers on my hip. I had put my thin white tank top back on, but I was still only in my bikini. Note to self: always change immediately after swimming.

He skims his fingers across my stomach to my other hip. Then, he starts a path up my stomach. His fingers feel like feathers, soft and weightless. They reach my naval, and a wave of chills consumes me. He can't go up much higher, but I'm pinned and don't know what to do. Then, suddenly, it hits me; two can play at this game: a game of seduction.

I transform my face, making it softer. And I change the look in my eyes.

"Damon," I say his name like silk, parting my lips.

He looks up from my stomach, and I watch his eyes widen slightly. I can feel him tense above me. Step one, complete.

"Please let go of my hands," I ask sultrily as I bite my lip.

He responds almost impulsively, and releases me. I reach up and graze his face with the tips of my fingers. He's completely perplexed; I didn't know he'd fall for this so easily. Slowly, I bring his face down, and when I feel him melt as my lips are a hair length away from his, I knee him hard in the groin. Damon falls over onto the ground, cringing and cussing in pain. I wear an accomplished smirk.

"You deserve that."

"Nobody...deserves...this," he's barely able to say through winces.

"Does it hurt? I never would have guessed?" I asked sarcastically.

Damon rolls to his other side while holding his crotch, "you're going to wish you hadn't done that."

I'm too proud of my actions to acknowledge his threat.

"Yeah, uh huh, now get out," I point to the door.

He begrudgingly leaves, knowing that in this state he can't really attempt much of a comeback. I watch him stumble away and laugh to myself. However, as I thought about what happened, a dark little part inside me is whispering, "You should've just let him keep going." I dismiss it promptly, but I can't get rid of the desire running through my veins. I leave the tent and head over to the fire pit.

"There you are Red! Where've you been?" Eric asks.

"Oh you know, just relaxing and watching a movie," I lie.

"Movies are for chumps, we're in the great outdoors!"

I laugh and stare into the flames. The fire is already large and still growing. Its warm flames prance around and climb up into the sky, releasing embers along the way.

Beth's voice cuts through my gaze, "We're already all out of marshmallows!"

"Really?" Jason asks disappointed, "But I just got here."

I find my chance to relax with some time to myself, "I'll go to the Dollar General down the road and get some more!" I pipe up.

"You will? Cool, thanks!" Eric hands me a couple bucks and the keys to his pickup.

After I throw on some shorts, I make my way over to his blue truck and hop inside. Starting the engine, I slowly back up. There's a quick change in weight in the back of the truck, and I think I had run over a log or rock. Investigating, I get out finding there was nothing. I must be imagining things.

The winding road makes for a peaceful journey back to civilization. Music blares out the speakers and I watch the trees pass by. In just seven minutes, I reach the store. I'm a good driver and all, but I park near the back to make sure nobody will park near me, hence making it impossible for me to hit someone. I get out and look to my right; two guys stand with their backs against the wall, smoking a cigarette. I head over to the main doors and go inside. Grabbing the biggest bag of marshmallows available, I pay a curly haired girl with an offset Monroe piercing. I exit the building, and a rush of cold air collides with me. I regret not changing my top into something with a bit more wind resistance. Trying to escape the wind, I swiftly jog over to the truck. Cigarette boys have left, probably because of the sudden drop in temperature. I unlock the door, and reach for the handle, but a ruff hand grasps my wrist and spins me around. The two cigarette boys stand before me, they both look like they're in their mid-twenties. The one in front holds my wrist, his chocolate hair is long and shades his eyes. Cigarette boy 2 hovers behind him, he looks much more muscular than guy 1, and his buzz-cut light brown hair makes him look like a drill sergeant.

"Can I help you?" I ask timidly.

They smile and guy 1 slurs, "more like can we help you?"

Oh great, they're drunk. Realizing how bad of a situation this can be, I quickly try to get out.

"Oh don't worry, I'm fine," I say kindly as I try to free my wrist.

"Well we're not," Buzz-cut slurs, "we're hungry."

I'm shoved roughly against the truck door, and Buzz-cut gets behind me and holds me back by my arms. Terror blankets me.

"W-well I'm s-sure there's something nice to eat in there," I nod towards the store.

"We're not hungry for food, whore."

The skinny long-haired guy steps in front and stares me down, licking his lips. Oh no.

"Please, j-just let me go!" I yell, hoping that some around us can hear me.

"Shut up, bitch!"

Skinny Kid slaps me hard across my face. I'm stunned, my eyes wide. I can feel blood rising to my cheek as it becomes hot in response to the attack. By this point, I'm trembling with fear, and a small tear starts to slide down my cheek. I'm completely immobile, Buzz-cut has my arms, while Skinny puts his weight against my legs. He lifts his grimy hand and rests it against my sternum, palm stretched wide. He grins, showing his tobacco-rotten teeth, and as his hand starts to travel south, I feel myself become lightheaded. Oh please, if I really am going to get raped, please let me faint so I don't have to experience it. Everything slowly starts to fade out, but I can hear the sleezeballs' chuckles as I become limp. As colored images blur, I muster out once last "help" and I black out. The last thing I see is a hooded figure creep out of the darkness; hopefully it's the angel of death, coming to bring me peace.