Eya! I deleted the old story, 'cause I thought it really sucked, and corrected it a bit. I hope it's better than first...anyway, on with the story!

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Aiolia kneeled down beside the boy slumped down on the ground.
“And there you are, lying on the ground – in the dirt – half dead, just to save some unknown girl…”
There came no answer, and Aiolia smiled a bit, hovering above the face of her savoir, hand coming op to marvel at the softness of his porcelain skin.

“Why?” she whispered, head dipping to the left, in a gesture of curiosity.
“Why did you do that? You don’t even know me, and yet you threw away your life, while you even didn’t know whether I was in real mortal danger or not. Do you have a deathwish? Or nobody who would care about you, would love you? No family, friends?”
The boy before her groaned weakly, moving his head a bit. White silken hair fell from his face, revealing more pale skin.
Long, dark lashes covered his cheeks, and an elegant curved nose lead to a perfect shaped mouth, soft pink lips a bit parted.
Once again, Aiolia found herself wondering about the beauty of this boy.
Then, she made a decision.

“Do you want to die here? In a dark alley, without anybody to stay with you? Without being able to say farewell to your loved ones? You really want to die here?”
The boy groaned again.
“W-who…are…you…?” he managed to get past his lips, voice no more than a broken whisper.
Aiolia smiled and leaned over, until her face was right above the boy’s.
“I am…” she whispered back, a slight purr in her voice, as her breath tickled his ear.
“Aiolia…what I am? I could be your death…just sitting here, and staring at you dying here…or…I could be your…rescue…”
She paused.

“I can be your chance to get some time to see your loved ones again…or to speak with them…or would you rather die here and now? Your injuries are pretty fatal, you wouldn’t survive it…your choice.”
She sat back, looking at the boy, waiting for a reply, almost knowing for sure the answer.
“I…”the boy choked, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
“L...live…”
“You want me to rescue you?” Aiolia smiled. She knew it.
“Y-...yes...”
The smile turned in a small grin. Aiolia bent over to whisper again in his ear.
“It may hurt…and don’t be too surprised”
Then she kissed the sensitive skin behind his ear, traveling to the face, pressing her mouth to the boy’s, and went down further, to his neck. She trailed down kisses down there teasingly, making the boy roll his head to the side, exposing more of his neck.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain near his nape. He cried out softly, and weakly tried to get up when Aiolia proceeded to sink her fangs deeper. With one hand, she pushed the boy back, and held him still. Then, after a while, she sat upright again.
The boy frowned a bit, at the edge of consciousness. What was going on? What was this girl doing?
Then he felt lips on his again, and obliged, opening his mouth weakly. Suddenly he tasted a strange taste in his mouth. An iron, weird taste, reminding him of…blood?

The boy frowned again.
What the hell was going on?
After a while, ushering his mouth open and giving him a first taste of his own blood, she broke the kiss, and held her wrist to his mouth, a small cut shining in the dim light.
“Suck” she ordered
And her voice was…different…It was suddenly stern, rid of the soft tone of before, without a waver, or a pleasant feeling.
It truly was an order.
He opened his mouth willingly, and blood assaulted his taste buds again.
Her blood.
Not his.
Suddenly the wrist was gone, and the boy made a soft sound in between annoyance and light surprise. Aiolia bent over, kissing his forehead.

“ It will feel…strange…first, you’ll die…then you’ll live…”
And that was when camille first realized he had met a vampire.

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Well, what do you lot think? Worthy to be continued? Or shoul I really stop writing, delete all my stories on internet ( not that much anyway) and go get a live?

Nevermind...like I would really do that...guess I like not having a life to much
Ya ne!