Death was approaching quickly, and Claire welcomed it eagerly. She didn’t really want to die, she had just been through a lot, and the thought of it all going away was pretty good. She had lost a lot of blood. Claire started to make her regrets, like why didn’t she tell her parents where she was going, or why did she go to that party anyway? As she thought she saw a figure come over to her body and lean close to her. “Oh great. Someone to get rid of my body,” she thought. She couldn’t see the figures face, but she thought it was male. The stab wounds in her chest stopped bleeding. “What’s happening?” She wondered. She didn’t have the strength to lean up and see her wounds. She only guessed that this guy had stopped the bleeding…but how? She had so many wounds there was no way this guy could have stopped them all…

She felt the guy lean closer to her and she realized that he was male, she was right. The guy leaned down toward her neck and bit. The pain she had felt only moments ago disappeared. All she felt was a white-hot searing agony in her neck. She had no energy, even just to scream.

After a few seconds, the pain suddenly stopped. She felt… surprisingly stronger. She tried to lean up and found she could do it easily. Her vision blurred for a few seconds, and she saw nothing. Finally she noticed that she had been bandaged up. It looked as though it were done by a professional doctor. “I’m glad you’re awake. See a doctor on healing and you’ll get better. Though I’m sorry I can’t see to it that you make there, I have to go,” Said a rich, deep, musical voice.

Wha….? Oh wait!” Claire replied. The guy was turning with his back turned to her and just stood there, standing at the alleyway’s entrance.

“Yes?” He said impatiently. He sounded annoyed, not angry or haughty.

“Umm… You saved my life!” Claire exclaimed.

“Yes I did, but I can’t stay and chat about that right now.” And with that he left her, crouching on the ground. As she sat there, she couldn’t help but admire his skill at bandaging. She could walk easily with it on. It didn’t hinder her movement at all. “The pain in my belly does though,” she thought as she felt more pain. She stumbled over to a doctor’s office that felt very far away, even though it was only a couple of blocks down the road. “That guy looked my age so he probably goes to my same high school!” she thought. “Or maybe he doesn’t go to my school maybe he goes to the other one.” She couldn’t help but be a little annoyed with him for just leaving. He didn’t even give his name. Now no one would believe her if she told the true story. As she walked searching for the nearby doctors office, she thought about the guy. She tried to picture his face but it was hard. Her vision was still slightly blurry when she saw him. She thought she remembered him having curly brown hair and dark eyes. He had very dark eyes, she remember clearly now. I wonder if I imagined him biting my neck… “Well, no matter what I’m going to find him again,” she decided.

XxXxX

Ven went down the alleyway leaving the girl. He had made a terrible mistake. He was seen. No one could ever know what he was. If anyone found out… well lets just say it would be bad. He strode back to his house. Not entirely regretful for what he did but there was still a small twinge. “I hope she doesn’t try to find me again.”

He reached his house without actually thinking about it, and he quickly walked inside. Without taking to his mother (whom would wonder why he was outside so late) he went to his room on the second floor of his enormous house. Then after taking a quick glance at his messy room, he instead decided to go upstairs to the attic to be alone. Ven kept all his loved possessions up there because no one ever went up there. He pulled out of a locked drawer, a picture. In the picture was a man with short brown hair and a smile that showed he was happy to be alive. “My father,” he thought. He had inherited bright blue eyes from his father, that is, until he changed. Shifting through the other items in the box in the attic he found a worse memory, unlike the one of his dead father. It was a person. A little girl who he had never met, but who grew up to become his first victim. He had killed her, three years before. Ven didn’t sleep well that night, even though he didn’t sleep well anymore at all since his first victim. This night was particularly worse. He could have killed that girl, even though his urge to resist was stronger than his need to feed. “I’m a monster,” he thought. Even saving lives never made up for what he had done. “It’s a good thing my mother doesn’t know what I am or she might throw me out.”

Ven woke up early that morning and went to take a shower. It was a good thing that people guessed as to how his kind lived differently than his kind actually did. After his long shower he went downstairs to eat a little morning breakfast. Only to be interrupted by his mother telling him that she was leaving for the week and to be good. That was ironic to tell him to be good considering all he was, was evil. Ven decided to walk to school, not wanting to face the other students on the bus. So, he left a little earlier than usual as to get there on time. When he got to the school, he hurriedly went for the library, not wanting to talk to anyone. But as he entered the library, he froze. There she was sitting in a chair talking to one of her friends. The girl he saved in the ally last night.