I woke up in my apartment. The clothes I wore when I was at his place were lying on a chair in the corner. "So it wasn't a dream," I mumbled. I threw a hoodie and sweatpants on and headed to school. When I got there, Hailey gave me a free Starbucks gift card. "You need it more than I do," she said calmly. Honestly, I don't think Tyler was doing anything about it. I mean, he was a weird stalker who drank my blood, slept in the day, and controlled everyone in my school, but he was really nice. I, of course, headed to the woods after school. He was waiting for me by his door in the ground. I opened my backpack to find, the clothes I wore the first time I was there. I put those on, and the same thing happened, but I actually fell asleep when he drank my blood. Except, I woke up on the couch. I also woke up at 10:00pm. At night. I remember he gave a coffee so I would stay awake. Even if it were night. My hoodie that I had taken off was now on me, but it was now pink with a cute cat face on it. I never understood why Tyler talked to me, or used his magic on me, until that "morning". He snuggled up to me as we watched the news. The TV said that a teenage girl from college had gone missing. The TV then showed my face. Tyler just giggled. "Thanks for not telling anyone about me" he said. I just laughed with him. But, deep down, I knew people on the surface wanted to know I was ok. I told him that I should go to show people I was ok. As I got up, he grabbed my arm and told me it was fine. And, yet again, dark magic took over. I said "Yeah, I guess you're right," and sat back down. This continued for nights, that turned into weeks, that turned into months. I was all over the news, saying I was the girl America lost. I wasn't dead or anything, just...gone.