The door creaked as it opened, spilling light from the hallway nightlight into my room. The man entered silently, making less noise than the door had. He walked to the window and signaled to the people below. Then he crept to the side of the bed and watched me sleep, his face neutral.

I rolled onto my side and blinked my eyes open. The second my eyes saw the man standing there, I opened my mouth to scream.

He clamped a cold hand over my mouth before any sound could come out and a finger to his lips. "Quite, Brooke."

I stared at him with wide eyes. It was bad enough that he was in my room but he knew my name too? How?

"I'm here to rescue you."

I pushed his hand away. "I don't need rescued."

He took my hand and pulled me to my feet, pulling me toward the closet. "There's a werewolf after you. So we, vampires, are protecting you."

I stopped dead in my tracks and stared at him, dumbfounded. "What did you say?"

He looked back at me and rolled his eyes. His red eyes. "We don't have time to get into it now. Just pack some stuff and let's go."

"No. I'm not going anywhere with you. I don't even know you."

"I'm Blaine. The werewolves are on there way here to get you. If you don't come with me, they'll rip you apart."

"Why me?"

"Your blood has poison in it."

"Poison?" I was starting to feel like a Disney princess. Though the vampires and werewolves made it more scary than romantic.

He nodded. "It keeps you from being turned into any supernatural creature. It's very valuable to the werewolves."

"What about you?"

"It doesn't bother us. Anyway, hurry up. We're running out of time."

I sighed and stuffed my duffle bag full of clothes. I stashed my laptop on top before zipping it shut. "Okay, we can go."

The look on his face said there was a catch to leaving with him.

"What?" I asked cautiously. I wasn't sure I wanted to hear the answer.

"I need you to get on my back."

I raised my eyebrows. "No offense but I'm not really comfortable with-"

He rolled his eyes. "You're not going to be too heavy."

Red color crept onto my face.

He held out a hand. "Come on. I'll help you."

I sighed, hoping he knew how much I hated his whole plan, but took his hand. What choice did I have?

"Wait," I said as he lifted me onto his back. "What about my parents? Won't they be wondering where I am?"

"They already know of the current arrangements. Anything that will keep you safe is okay with them."

"Do they know..." I couldn't speak the word. Because speaking it would be acknowledging that it was real and I wasn't ready for that yet.

"No." He slung the bag over his shoulder and went to the window. He climbed onto the ledge then jumped out.

My breath caught in my shoulder and my eyes closed tightly, waiting for us to fall hard and his legs to break. But it never happened.

He landed with barely a thud. But there wasn't much time for me to adjust to the landing as he started running immediately after.

He ran faster than any human being could, faster than the fastest animal. It was insane yet thrilling. Yet I wasn't going to admit that.

The wind was cold so late at night as it hit against my face. I hid my face behind his shoulder and shut my eyes. I was so exhausted and being woken up in the middle of the night didn't make it any better.

"Brooke, we're here."

I jumped and lifted my head. I looked around me, trying to get my bearings. I couldn't tell where we were but the trees said we were secluded. Which I should have seen coming.

The house staring back at me was so huge, I had to crane my neck just to see the roof. The front porch was a wrap around and had a swing on one end. The panels were a light tan and made the house look beautiful and modern. There were no houses around that I could see. Then again, it was late and my eyes didn't work well in darkness.

Blaine helped me down then led me up the steps to the door. He unlocked it before holding it open for me.

I stepped inside and immediately began to shiver. There was a big fireplace against one wall in the living room, the furniture facing it. There was no TV in sight. The kitchen was on the opposite side of the open room, a bar with a granite top sitting in the middle of the room. Directly in front of us was a dark hallway that eventually led to a set of steps.


I glanced over at him and almost rolled my eyes. He was in a t-shirt and khaki shorts. It would have been normal had he been human and had it been warmer than it really was. "Do you not believe in heaters?"

He shrugged and set his keys on the bar. "They're not necessary."

"I beg to differ." I mumbled, tightly crossing my arms over my chest.

A smile curved his lips upward but he said nothing. He grabbed a water bottle filled with a dark red substance from the refrigerator and walked over to me. "You can sleep down here with the fireplace until we can fix your room up. I'm assuming I can trust you to be alone?"

I rolled my eyes.

He grabbed my arm before I could turn away. "I'm not trying to hurt you, Brooke. This is for your own protection. We wouldn't keep humans here if it wasn't necessary."


He nodded to the floor above us. "The guys upstairs."

"Are they..."

He chuckled. "I told you, we don't keep humans here unless it's necessary."

I watched him for a few seconds before I walked into the living room. I sat down on the couch and pulled my legs up to my chest. "So tell me more about this poison."

"What do you want to know?" He asked, setting wood in the fireplace.

"Will it kill me?"

"It's not dangerous to you. It's like symbiosis."


He laughed and lit a match. "It's a parasite that helps but doesn't harm the host."

I shuddered.

He looked back at me as the fire began to spread from one log to another. "Any more questions?"

"Why do the werewolves want it-me so bad?"

"It's a threat to them. Like you'll try and kill them at any moment."

"And when did they find out about this?"

He shrugged, setting the box of matches back on the mantle. "We're not totally sure. We just found out a week ago."


He raised an eyebrow. "We have our ways."

"Isn't that cheating?"

He laughed, the faint appearance of his fangs coming out. "Of course. But you're alive, aren't you?"

Up until I learned there were vampires and werewolves in the world, I thought I was safe. I thought the only way I'd die is by natural causes. Now I didn't know what would happen to me.

He walked behind me and shut off the kitchen light. "I'll be upstairs if you need anything."

Once he was gone, I dug through my bag to find my phone. I searched through my contacts until the right number showed up then I pressed send.

Welcome to Poison! Thank you for reading the first chapter.

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2. This isn't my first time writing a supernatural/vampire story. All of them are different though so they may not be Twilight vampires but they may also not be Anne Rice vampires either. Everyone's POV is different.

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