CH.1 – The Awakening

Smiling Jessica Monroe stepped out of the club into the dark night. "Cya Jess," her friends called as she walked away.

"By guys," Jessica replied as she turned left and headed home. The street was dark and scary looking, but she'd seen enough of this neighborhood to know better. The street lamps were on and she had her purse, the densest thing on earth. The wind was up which surprised her, it was never windy here. But the breeze felt good as it blew thought her long brown hair and chased it around.

As she neared the turn off to her street she heard a loud crash off to her right. Stopping dead she looked into the dark alley. Should I look? She asked herself. What if it is dangerous or something?

Curiosity overtaking her she walked across the street. Peering into the alley she let her eyes adjust and stared long and hard for the source of the noise. After a moment she could make out the shape of a person, a man by the look of it. "Is anyone there?" She asked nervously, "Are you hurt?"

The individual moaned and stirred.

"Hello?" She asked again stepping farther into the alley. It was darker that the street, but she didn't care. Someone could be hurt. "Hello?"

Rolling over the strange man mumbled, "Need…help…I…"

Panicking she said, "Okay, hold on." Picking him up she marveled at how light he was and, as quick as she could, dashed off to her apartment.

Once inside she set the man on her couch and hurriedly switched on the living room light. Once in plain view she jumped when she saw that it was no man, but a boy. A teenage one, probably only a year or so older than her. But he looked terrible. His jacket was torn in many places, his blue jeans were dirty and worn, and his beautiful blond hair was messed up and greasy. He smelt awful.

Moaning again he said, "Help…need…"

"What?" she said leaning closer, "what do you need?"

"Thirsty…" He got out before coughing and hacking. She was afraid he'd cough out a lung. "Need…t…drink."

"Hold on," She answered jumping up and running for the kitchen.

Giving a sigh he leaned forward and slid off the couch. Coming back she had a glass of water. Holding it up to his lips he took a sip and spat it out. Sighing again he struggled to form the words. "No…I…need your blood…"

Staring at him in shock she was speechless

"I've…never asked…anyone like this…please…I'll die."

Staring at him again she re-gained her stature and whispered, "I've never done anything like this before." Bowing her head she waited.

Breathing heavily like he had just ran a marathon he continued, "It…it doesn't hurt…just a small prick in…the arm…"

"If I give you some now, could I take you to a hospital later and give you more?" Jessica asked looking up. "I'm a nurse, I could get you blood easily."

"…Yes…" He managed.

With a sigh she sat down and asked, "How?"

"Just give…me your arm…it will…only…hurt a bit." He raised his hands as if to accept something.

Hesitating a moment she obeyed and gave him her arm. The next thing she new he was sinking is teeth into her wrist. "Oww!" she screamed and tore her arm away.

"I'm sorry…" He muttered, "But… that's the last of it…"

Shifting from side to side Jessica re-extended her arm and he took it. What happened next was a mixture of pleasure and horror. He cupped his mouth around her wrist, then using his tongue he lapped it back and forth to get the blood flowing, and sucked. It was sensational. Like the first time Jess had ever had sex, it was painful and exuberantly pleasureful.

It ended too soon she though. Removing his mouth he ripped off a piece of cloth form his shirt and wrapped it around her wrist. Then, telling her to apply pressure he got up and walked over to get a towel.

As he rummaged in the bathroom she wondered where he'd just got all the energy. It couldn't have been the blood could it? She'd have to ask him later she though. "Here," He said handing Jessica the towel. "Push a little harder, there."

"Thanks," She accepted the wet towel and pushed harder as he said. "Do you need to get to the hospital now?" She asked intently.

"Yes," He murmured, "I'm still very low…"

"Okay," Standing up she got very light headed and fell over.

Catching her the boy held her up and said, "Maybe I should drive. Where is your car?"

"In the garage on the last floor," Looking into his eyes Jessica asked, "Why am I weak now?"

Half smiling half frowning he said "You're not used to loosing blood like that. You'll return to normal in a few minutes. C'mon." Picking her up with tremendous strength for someone of his weight he carried her to the elevator.

"By the way," Jessica asked puzzled," What's your name?"

Smiling he answered in a tone she had never hear before, "Jean, Jean Murdock"

Smiling up into his peaceful eyes she closes hers and rests, completely happy and safe in the arms of a complete stranger, who had just drank her blood.