Authors note: I'd like to start off by saying this is the first thing I've written in...years, really. Still kind of lost as to where this story is going, but maybe some reviews and suggestions would be helpful? ;D Short chapter to start, just kind of trying to see where I'm at. ~_~

I've also been doing a lot of browsing through some other vampire related stories here, in hopes to ease this writers block I've encountered, and quickly became obsessed with a particular story. 'The Thin Line', by 'Speak For The Noise' here. It really gave me a lot of inspiration, so hopefully this story of mine doesn't get stuck again. XD

A door slammed, and footsteps sounded from across the room. They echoed as though they were on concrete, but the girl would not have known. There was a cloth tied over her eyes, and a gag in her mouth.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but with her hands tied behind her back, there was little struggling she could do.

"She's perfect,'' she heard a mans voice, and then a caress to her neck followed, causing her to flinch.

"Perfect enough for a first kill, at least,'' another man snorted.

Suddenly the ties were cut from her wrists, the chair she was in was thrust forward, and she hit the ground. Before she could attempt to pull the gag from her mouth or even think of untying the blindfold, there were a set of hands on either of her arms, lifting her with ease and dragging her somewhere unknown.

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He stood patiently, tensed. The room had no lighting, but he could see every detail perfectly. The cracks in the concrete walls, the molding on the wooden support beams above. He even heard the squeal of a mouse as it scurried across the opposite side of the room.

What a horrible place to die.

But still, he couldn't help but wonder what would be brought to him. A man, a woman, a child...

He had never killed anything on his own. His mother had always brought his food to him. Dead, of course. He felt no guilt in what was about to take place, however. Humans meant nothing to him. He did not consider if they were a father, mother, daughter, or son. They're lives meant nothing. For too long humans had thought they were on top of the food chain, and nearly eradicated his kind. He would hope to prove one day, that that was false.

Dark silken locks with a slight wave, almost brushing across his shoulders, fell over intense green eyes as he listened to the approaching sounds. A door opened, and he heard kicking and whining. His stomach growled at the prospect of live food, but his heart, if it could beat, would have been pounding.

The door to his dank chamber flew open, and two men bustled in. His uncle and father, each with a hand on a frail, alabaster arm.

His father grinned and released the girl.

"For such a small thing she puts up a fuss," his uncle said, partially amused.

His father said nothing, but beckoned his brother to leave the room with him. The door shut behind them.

A strange scenario, the young man thought. He felt like a pet snake, having a mouse tossed to him. It was still nothing close to hunting on his own, but he knew his family wouldn't risk him in public. So young and naive, the consequences could be horrible. This was the safest way to keep their clan secret, and most important, alive.

The girl had backed herself into a corner, and was hurriedly picking the blindfold off. It fell dramatically to the floor. Dark cerulean eyes, hued in violet around the edges, searched frantically about for a familiar face. Dark chocolate hair framed her pale face, and bright coral pink lips trembled as she hugged herself.

"What's going on?" She asked in a hushed tone, hoping that perhaps this boy was a victim of some sort, as well.

Looking at her, he felt something he hadn't expected to feel. Guilt? Or was it shame? He wasn't quite sure.

But looking at her he knew he felt something out of place. She had been stripped of her clothes, she was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, shaking and holding herself; she was completely terrified, and she had no idea of what. Some instinct, perhaps that lay dormant within his once human self, told him this was wrong.

Oh but his mouth ached, he wanted to tear in to that pretty pale flesh so badly. He had been waiting for this for so long. And now, he was stopped in his tracks. And by what, he asked himself. A human? He laughed internally.

Absurd! But still...while drool was pooling behind hungry fangs, even as his muscles twitched, ready to pounce, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

She was still looking at him with round fearful eyes. He finally started to approach, and knelt before her.

She attempted to cover her nude body from his wandering gaze. With acute vision he surveyed every last goose bump that trailed up her arms as they hugged across her chest. He brought his attention then to her slender neck, where he could see, where he could hear her pulse. He found again that his mouth was aching.

He had never been around any girl before, even of his own kind, save for his mother. His family was a sheltered clan. He now found that his curiosity rivaled his hunger almost equally about this girl. He never knew how different a girl was from a boy. All the extra curves, all the dips that seemed to fall in just the right places, all the tender frail areas a man didn't have.

She would be easy to overpower. Killing her would be instant.

He gingerly reached out a hand and stroked her leg. She whimpered, closing her eyes tight.

What was he to do? Continue to examine her like some museum exhibit while leaving her in further question? Or kill this...creature, that was some how fascinating to him.

On his knees, he leaned over her, attempting to get a better look at her face. Her lips quivered through the veil of cocoa hair, and suddenly his fangs ached for a different reason.

He leaned in, eyes slightly open, and pressed his lips to hers.

Her dark eyes popped open and she shoved at him, kicking and pushing with all of her meager strength, still trying to cover herself as much as possible.

He backed away, puzzled.

"What are you doing?!" She shrieked, attempting to push herself into the wall somehow, further from him.

He didn't know, he realized. He finally spoke.

"I've never seen a female like you," he paused for a moment. "Or ever," he added.

She furrowed her eyebrows and scowled at him. "Is that why I'm here? For you to...to sleep with or something?! What sick men you are!" She wobbly stood up, keeping her back to the wall and sliding away from him as much as possible.

This had the wrong affect. Something in the back of his mind set off like a light switch, a predator instinct of sorts. The desire to chase prey overwhelmed him. He stood slowly from his crouching position, muscles unwinding and recoiling like a cat, as he slowly circled the room, eyes never leaving her.

She darted for the door. Instantly the muscles in his legs unhinged as he pounced on her, bringing her to the ground. The sound of her fragile flesh scraping against the rough concrete assaulted his sensitive ears, but that didn't hinder him. She yelped and attempted to throw him off, but before he could understand what was happening his fangs were digging in to the flesh of her shoulder.

She screamed, his ears numb to the sound. All he could feel was the euphoria, hot living blood pouring in to his mouth from his struggling victim. He drank at her greedily. She kicked and cried, clawing at the ground, only making him bite harder, straddling her back to keep her still.

Yet again, that strange feeling came over him as he saw her tears spill to the floor. It was enough to make him stop. He rolled off of her, propping himself on his knees and wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

Blood trickled from her shoulder, pooling at the valley of her collar bone and spilling further to the floor. Her eyes rolled up and her lids fluttered closed. She stopped moving.

He sat next to her for a long while, watching her, even daring to touch her. The delicate dip of her back, to the raise of her hip fascinated him. He found it interesting the feelings this insignificant creature brought to him.

Suddenly her chest heaved, and her eyes flew open.

He hadn't killed her. He was astonished. Gasping for breath, she pushed herself up on her good arm, and looked at him. Rage emanated from her, and she reached up and attempted to slap him. He shifted to the side and avoided the blow, and she fell with a cry. With another heave, she belted out a scream of agonizing pain.

It was then that the door burst open, and his father was in the room.

"Hm, I thought that was enough time to kill such a small thing," he mused. He crouched down in front of the crying girl, placing his hands on either side of her head. He would snap her neck and end her.

"Don't!" The young one shouted out.

His father turned slowly to him. "And why not?"

The boy looked down shamefully. There was no reason to keep her alive, other than his selfish intrigue with her.

"I find her...interesting. I would like to study her. I know so little about humans, Father."

His father stilled for a moment, then let the girl drop.