A/N: Its been a while since I've posted anything, its been a very busy year for me and I'm hoping to commit to finishing this story. Im unsure of how often I'll update, sorry for keeping you waiting I hope you'll enjoy this chapter. This is a short chapter just to introduce you to the story. Please let me know in the reviews if I should continue with this story and if you've enjoyed it!

Screaming, gasping, blood-everywhere.

I sat in the corner trembling as I watched my mother being devoured by our once most trusted friend-Victor Dashkov. My father was already lying limp and pale, his once lively eyes now blank and cloudy, he was dead, his body had already been drained completely, it was too late for him.

My mother mouthed run, I was petrified but I fought against it and I stood up my entire body shaking uncontrollably and I ran as fast as I could.

My hands and my clothes were all covered in blood-my parents blood. Suddenly, before I could get outside the door he stepped in front of me. His breath reeked of blood I wanted to throw up, instead I screamed as loud as I could.

My body jolted from my bed, I was breathing heavily and my body was damp, beads of sweat dripping down my forehead.

It was the same dream I had every night.

When I was ten my most trusted family friend Victor Dashkov gave up his humanity for everlasting life even if that meant becoming a Strigoi, he came after my parents then and he killed them mercilessly.

I had always grown up around humans, my family nor I knew anything of the existence of vampires, but from that moment I had been brought into the world of these horrible predators. Victor Dashkov was the kind of person obsessed with youth and he would've jumped at the change to remain young forever no matter what the consequences.

My dusty room was almost pitch black the only light that crept through the windows was lit by moonlight.

My room was an old abandoned factory; no one ever came here so I converted it into a working space to track down Victor.

I quickly found my way to the bathroom and splashed some water on my face and shook off the dreadful feeling of remembering my past.

Now that it was nighttime I was ready to hunt.

I quickly pulled on my black skinny jeans, a black singlet and my black leather jacket. I holstered my silver dagger around my thigh, and two glocks filled with silver bullets, one holstered to each side of my hips. I tied my thick long brown hair in a ponytail. I was ready to go.

I kept to the shadows making sure I wasn't seen, I used my enhanced vision to see into the darkened alleys of New York City.

Before I had escaped Victor Dashkov those many years ago, he had exchanged our blood. He had fed on me and forced me to drink his blood, it was a sickening act. Rarely when vampires and human exchange blood like this it can form a blood bond, although it is very unusual this blood bond can also give the human enhances abilities like strength, vision, smell, and hearing.

I could feel the presence of his blood permeating throughout my body, it sickened me and everyday it reminded me of what he did to my parents. Ever fiber of my soul yearned to rip him apart, I needed to exact my revenge.

I heard two voices whispering, it came from an alleyway, I quietly walked towards them. I could smell they weren't human, Strigoi always smelt like rot and decay.

"They say he's getting too close" One Strigoi laughed, "Too close to Mr Dashkov"

"Dimitri Belikov, the pureblood?" The other Strigoi asked curiously.

I looked around the corner, they were both tall and lanky with dark hair.

"Last night he attacked one of the bases too close to Mr Dashkov, he getting anxious. He's talking about leaving New York" I growled, he couldn't leave otherwise it would take me longer to catch him!

I stood up walking towards the pair of Strigoi, I took my Glock and with an inhuman speed I ran toward the Strigoi and grabbing him from behind I pointed my glock on his heart and fired. He immediately dropped to the floor dead.

I grabbed the other Strigoi by his neck and lifted him in the air "Who is Dimitri Belikov? Where is he?" I growled at him, he looked terrified but I could tell he was trying to cover it up.

"Why should I tell you?" He bit.

I pointed the glock at his forehead daring him.

"Fine" He spat "The last place he was seen was Brooklyn, we don't know where he is, he's deadly you shouldn't go after hi-" I shot him, my patience was wearing thin.

I needed to find this Dimitiri Belikov.

Suddenly another five Strigoi had turned up and they all looked hungry, for me.

Before I could attack someone had thrown smoke bomb towards me.

"Get down!" Someone shouted.

I dived for the floor, and I looked up a tall man stood in front of me looking down at me with a look I couldn't place, his hair was shoulder length and dark brown.

Before I could let myself get distracted I stood up grabbing both my glocks and began firing towards the Strigoi, until one of them had kicked my wrist hard causing my guns to drop.

Before I could reach for my dagger I was kicked in the ribs and something sharp pierced the skin on my upper arm deeply-it was a large knife, I growled and punched him in the face. Another one tackled me to the ground knocking my head on the ground hard.

I heard the tall man fighting the other Strigoi in the background somewhere, I couldn't pay attention. All I could see were stars but I couldn't give in yet, I had to fight. I tried to reach my dagger next to me but it was too late the Strigoi dived for my neck I winced as his fangs bit into me and I could hear him gulping down my blood, my vision began to fade and my body began to weaken.

I summoned the last amount of energy to bury my dagger deeply into the Strigoi. Before I passed out from blood loss, I saw his beautiful face hovering above mine. Who was this man?