This story takes place after Quinn's Undying Rose. The pairing is OC/Oliver. Oliver's character might be a little dark since he's a vampire now and everyone is too busy to look after him.
When he was human, Oliver thought that being a vampire was everything and prayed for the day or night that Samson would turn him. But Samson wasn't the one who turned him. It had been Quinn. Oliver didn't mind it one bit, Quinn was great, but he always thought Samson would be the one to do it. Samson was the one Oliver looked up to the most. The one that took him out of the streets. From a life of crime. If Samson wasn't there who knew what he would have become.
Not wanting to dwell on what could have been, Oliver concentrated on what he was now. He was a vampire. He had everything, but why did he felt so empty inside. It could be that his vampire self was hungry for blood. Yes, that was it. Blood. Precious red blood. He needed it. He wanted it.
Walking down the dark street, Oliver inhaled deeply to find someone to quench his thirst. He was supposed to be home with Quinn, but he had sneaked out while no one was looking. Quinn was too busy sticking it to his wife, Rose, and Blake was avoiding him like the plague after he bit him, to notice he was gone. That time, his hunger was too great to control and the bottled blood wasn't cutting it. It didn't matter that it was from a man or Blake. His first taste of human blood and it was delicious. Drinking human blood beat bottled blood any day. He knew it was wrong, but he was only going to drink just a little bit. Not enough to kill anyone. He was a vampire. He needed blood to live.
Vera, his friend with benefits, had taught him how to control himself. She had brought him a human and instructed him on what to do. How to stop. The first few times she had to knock him out to make him release the human, but after a few more practice things were going good. She had taken him out into the night and taught him how to stalk their prey. She would do it first and then let him try. Soon he was able to go out on his own. He didn't need Vera's help anymore.
Seeing the back of a woman wearing a dark coat, Oliver stalked her. She was walking with a fast pace but he kept up, waiting to corner her. When she turned into an alley, he braced himself for what he was about to do. With his vampire speed, he ran toward her, arms out, ready to grab her. His assault was suddenly halted by an excruciating pain on his lower body. Mainly below the belt…
"FUUUUUCK!" Oliver hissed in a high pitched voice. He looked down and the tiny hint of moonlight revealed the dark leather boot that was over his crotch. The sole of her boot was pressed over his goods and the long thin heel was digging into his balls.
Oliver didn't have time to recover when the next attack came. The woman pulled her foot away from his crotch and kicked him in the face. His head swung back and he went down like a ton of bricks. The wind was knocked out of him when he hit the ground. While there, he felt hands patting his pockets and digging in. This night just keeps getting better. First he gets his nuts creaked by a girl and she's robbing him!
He supposed he deserves this. He was attempting to suck her blood. Maybe this was Karma trying to tell him something?
After she took his wallet, he rolled away from her and ran for his life. He was too embarrassed to stay any longer and let her kick his ass some more.
The next morning, Oliver kept himself locked in his bedroom with a few bags of ice. One for his boys, one for his face, and one for his dignity.