The Thirst Degree

Chapter 1: The Meeting

Summary: May Maple has always always been afraid of vampires what with their soulless black eyes that flare red with thirst. Though things change when she meets a vampire heartthrob in the dead of the night saving her from an even worse fear that she's had. A month later she attends a prestigious high school and comes face to face with the vampire that saved her. The only problem? He's falling head over heels for her. But a vampire can only go so far when lusting for bittersweet blood.

An alarm rings erratically through the dead of the night; a loud mourning wail that could wake the deadest of the dead. A fifteen year old girl with brown hair and sapphire blue eyes yawns and smacks the alarm down staring at it in annoyance. Why, might you ask, is she annoyed? Because that alarm has a mind of its own.

"I can't believe it. I just fell asleep two hours ago. Haven't you heard of letting someone sleep?" The girl shouts shaking the alarm and throwing it at the wall in annoyance. Surprisingly, it lives only to stop its persistent wail.

Sighing she pulls on a coat and slips into some loafers, heading towards the door for a walk to the park in the dark. (hey would you look at that. I'm starting to rhyme again. Everyone knows that can only lead to bad things.)

May kicks at a leaf as the nippy autumn air surrounds her. She strolls towards the park, a chill wind making her shiver.

May's POV

For as long as I can remember I've been afraid of vampires. Some say they're monsters in human form. Sometimes I believe that. Let me explain. I know for a fact that vampires are real. When I was a young girl I met one, close to my age. He had crimson hair and dark blood red eyes. His body loomed over mine, thirst evident on his face. I don't know how I survived his attack, for I passed out. Lately I've been somewhat afraid to leave the house, especially at night time. Except, well you see, not much excitement goes on at my house anymore. My alarm is a constant reminder that life sucks, literally.

I shudder slightly as a chill wind whips past me, tussling my hair in random directions. I silently make my way to the park, a fear of foreboding danger threatening me.

Stretching my arms above my head I make my way to a park bench and seat myself on it, staring at the luster of the moon above me. It's round, full shape prominent in the darkness.

"It's so nice outside," I say letting a smile grace my lips.

I gaze once again at the full moon in front of me. Nothing bad can possibly happen, right? I mean it's only Friday the thirteenth. I shudder as I realize exactly why that's a bad thing. I stare at the moon high above me and the clouds partially concealing it.

A howl erupts from behind me. I swivel around to come face to face with the oddly ruby colored eyes of a wolf. A white, huge wolf. I can see my shape reflecting in its pupil and in that instant my blood runs cold.

"N-nice puppy. G-good dog." I say extending my hand. It opens its mouth and its canine fangs gleam in the moonlight. I can't help but notice the blood streaked over the shining ivory.

The dog circles me once, then circles me again, then lunges with its gaping jaws. My life passes before my eyes and I let out a blood curdling scream.

The next few seconds seem to speed up. Before I know it the massively overgrown dog is hurtling towards a tree. I wince at the crunch of impact. I turn behind me as a chilling breath tickles my neck. My eyes widen in horror as the creature I fear just slightly less than the wolf comes from behind me.

I want to run but I'm frozen in fear. Its eyes are blood red. Soulless like the others of their kind. Though this one is one of the most beautiful creatures I've ever seen. Snow white, ice-like skin makes up its body. Despite its tantalizingly scary eyes I can't help but fall in love. His hair is like the grass that covers the earth only brighter and more green. Somewhat like Easter grass in an Easter basket.

"Run." The word bounces off his lips but I'm frozen to the spot. He shouts again and despite my acknowledgment of his voice, I don't make any movements.

"You know what I am and you know I'm thirsty. Get out of here or after I kill it you'll be next."

I tremble as the vampire races like lightning after the wolf who is bounding towards me. The vampire's hands clench tightly over the wolves jowls, snapping them and leaving the beast squealing in terror. I back up against a tree, trembling in sudden fear. My breath rushes out of me as one of his porcelain hands presses against my stomach.

The vampire lunges at the wolf, its fangs locking around its massive neck. Whimpering the beast runs off as the vampire licks the blood from his dark lips.

"Are you alright?" He asks me. I stare at him in sudden confusion as he offers me a hand. "I don't bite. Okay I do but I promise I won't hurt you."

I nod, my head spinning. I grasp his milky hand, almost too afraid that it might fall off. The vampire laughs, his laugh sounding more human than a beast in sheep's clothes. He pulls me up in a quick rush making my head spin harder. I clutch it in agony as his hands wrap around my waist.

"I knew vampires exist but I thought werewolves were only a thing of legend." I grunt as my eyes catch his, which are now a soulless black.

"That's because vampires are more common. To be a werewolf you must be born into a family of wolves. To be a vampire it just takes a bite. Lineage is less common than impenetrable fangs gracing the neck of a helpless victim." He mumbles.

I stare at this creature in awe. He begins "walking" me through the park towards my home. I wonder in amazement how he knows exactly where to go because as I'm lost in my thoughts we arrive at my house.

"T-thank you. For everything." I respond slowly. I put my key in the door and turn the lock, turning around to thank him. . . and am met with darkness.

He's gone. . . and I didn't get to thank him. I sigh. Shrugging I make my way into the house, securing the door behind me.

I shrug off my loafers, kicking them with little force at their place by the door. Hearing a satisfying thump as they bump into the other shoes, I take off my jacket and hang it by the door as well.

As I climb into my bed I cannot mistake a loud crying howl that tears through the darkness. The cry of a hungry wolf. I pull my velvet curtains over my window and flop back onto my bed. It doesn't take long before I'm snoozing, exhausted from the events of the night.

As I sleep I can't help wondering if, like humans, there are good and bad vampires. As I ponder this I begin to wonder if that thought is true, is it possible that there are good and bad wolves as well.

Too tired to care I fall asleep, too busy dreaming of my savior in sheep's clothes, wondering if I'll ever see him again.

Me: Alright reviewers this is a you decide story. You get to decide what pairing May ends up with. Will it be Drew the vampire, Brendan the werewolf, or Ash the human? (spoilers for the next chapter)

May: You need to stop spoiling things.

Me: Yes I do. If I can learn. Anyways guys read and review.