New story! Please read and review, letting me know if this is worth continuing or not.. just a heads up the prologue is in third person but most of the story will be in first and occasionally switch back to different character's third person.

i hope you guys like this.. you may know my other fics: Hunter and the Hunted and Door to the Night. i hope you like this one just as much. i have some pretty interesting ideas for this :)

Prologue:

Isaac woke up to whispering, but he didn't open his eyes. He only breathed in and out. He had to constantly remind himself. Breathe in. Breathe out. Keep control. Breathe in. Don't breathe in their scent. Breathe out. He had spent so long training for this; he couldn't afford to cave within the first few seconds.

"Was he bit?" A young man questioned. His voice was low and condescending. His voice sounded far away.

"No." This was a girl's voice, soft and gentle. Isaac could tell she was close. Not only could Isaac feel the heat radiating from her skin and breath, but he could also hear her blood rushing, just inches under the surface of her skin: warm, fresh blood. Isaac thought his lips curled into a snarl, ready to bite, but it was his imagination. This was harder than he originally planned.

Isaac could feel that he was on a hard metal table. From the way the human voices were echoing and the way the lights were buzzing, he guessed he was in an infirmary. Good, this is where I should be.

He heard a door swing open and then close again. "Still not up yet?" This was another boy, but his voice was much softer than the other boy's, like he was genuinely concerned for Isaac.

It made perfect sense why they were concerned. Isaac and his clan choreographed the fight. It was planned that he would hit his head. Of course, Isaac was already healed and fully aware, but no human should be awake yet. A head injury was the best, right in the hair. An actual wound was hard to find and so was bruising, and it offered the best opportunity to lure the humans to help him. Humans and their emotions… Isaac thought, pathetic.

He heard something get tossed across the room and into the hands of the girl that was close to him. Seconds later there was an icy chill on his skull. He flinched. He wasn't expecting them to touch him, at least not when he was 'asleep'. They would know he had been awake and aware. Isaac tried to correct his foolish mistake.

Quickly his checked and made sure his canines weren't pointed and could only hope his eyes weren't blood red and he 'woke up'. His eyes shot open and he gasped for air, sitting up. The girl next to him was holding a bag of ice and looked startled.

"It's okay," she reached out for his arm. "You're safe here." She looked back at the boys who sat behind her. "We're humans, just like you." She gave a warm smile. Isaac had to admit she was beautiful. Her hair was almost white—bleach blonde—and fell in soft curled wisps. She had it tucked behind her ears. She had a round face and full, dark pink lips. Her skin, although somewhat burned, was flawless and she had deep blue eyes. She was wearing a lavender tank top that had a few ripped holes at the hems.

Isaac had to focus again. Breathe. Remember to breathe.

One of the boys that had talked earlier was leaning against a counter with his arms crossed, his lips pursed to one side, giving Isaac a "once-over". He had a grey shirt that had dirt stains on and black pants with black combat boots. Hung around his neck was a silver chain with some sort of whistle on the end. Holstered around his belt was a knife. His long legs were crossed and on his left hand there was a tan leather glove that covered up to his forearm and there were scratches on it. His hair was straight and brown and just barely covered his dirty forehead.

The other boy's expressions weren't so harsh. This boy, will be the target, Isaac thought. He is weaker than the others. The boy was sitting in a metal folding chair backwards. His expressions weren't as harsh as the other boy's. His head was laying on his arms, which were folded on the backrest. He had similar attire to the other boy. Mostly black. His hair was black too apart from one vertical strip of white that spread into his fohawk. He also had piercings up his ears and a tattoo that curled around his neck. He looked more intrigued by Isaac's presence than scared.

"It's okay," the blonde girl repeated. She reached out to gently touch Isaac's arm, but he flinched away. They couldn't feel his skin; it would give him away.

She didn't try any harder and let him be. "You're safe now. You should consider yourself lucky," she smiled as if telling a joke. "Those vampires almost got you."

. . .

Chapter 1:

I remember when the world ended as I knew it. I dream about it every night—no, I don't dream—I have nightmares about it…

"Melody, your dress is so beautiful! You're so beautiful!" People said the same things over and over as they walked by my sister. I didn't want to steal her spotlight or anything, but I wanted at least one person to tell the bridesmaid she looked beautiful too, I mean I spent over $100 to look good today for God's sake.

Melody would just politely reply "thank you" or look at Chris, her new husband. Sometimes they would kiss and I would look away and at the beautiful venue instead. We were at a golf course outside and under a tent. Supporting the giant white tent were poles disguised as birch trees. Candles were lit everywhere and the tablecloths were green with lavender accoutrements. Sometimes I would take off my annoying heels and let the smooth grass comfort them. It was a chilly fall day but the with all of the people, it warmed the place up in more ways than one.

"I'll be right back," I told Melody. "I'm going to see what they have at the bar inside." I joked. Melody didn't care about underage drinking and she just winked at me. Of course, I lied, but she didn't know that. Actually, I was freezing and I went and sat by one of the giant stone fireplaces inside. I pulled out my shawl and my phone and started mindlessly surfing the web, but then I heard a scream. More screams, panicked screams. I looked up to see what was going on but someone shut the doors and locked them.

My feet were frozen and I couldn't move. Banging savagely at the glass was a man in a tux, splattered with blood that had dripped down his chin. He had pointed fangs and dark, scarlet irises. The whites of his eyes were no longer white, but black. he was hissing and growling like an animal. He started pounded harder and clawing at the glass on the doors, drooling as he did so, and it started fracturing in small spider web-like patterns. Someone pulled my arm. "Abby!" they yelled. "Abby!" they screamed.

"Abby?"

I woke up. Staring at me from one of the rolling chairs was Dominic. "You had the dream again, didn't you?"

"No," I lied.

"Don't lie to me," he raised a dark eyebrow and smiled. Dominic had become my best friends here. We shared the same interests and we offered to watch security footage all night—mostly because we were the only "techies" left. All that time spent together and we knew each other almost better than we knew ourselves.

"What gave me away?" I stretched out my arms and took my feet off of the control panel. My blonde hair felt like it was a mess and I irritably pushed it behind my ears. I would kill for running water right now.

Before Dominic could answer there was a loud band outside. We both instantly stiffened. "Sounded like that came from the southern corridor." He started typing furiously on one of the many keyboards here. This control room was his baby. He had found everything and wired it all himself. It was pretty amazing and I loved it.

He found the camera that watched the southern corridor. Nothing. No movement. He typed in the code for the southern entrance. Bingo.

The southern entrance was our main entrance and it had a large garage-like door that was impenetrable to any monster that tried to get in, just like the rest of the building. Yet, there they were: vampires. There were four of them, red-eyed and hissing and something at the ground—not something—someone.

"What's going on?" Orion dashed into the room. He knew exactly where to be to know what was going on.

"Looks like there's a fight outside." Dominic typed away, making the camera zoom in. "Relax, cowboy," From the corner of Dominic's eye he could see Orion reach for his knife. I cracked a smile and rolled my eyes, Orion and his testosterone. "They're not trying to get inside. They're just looking for blood. The guy was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. They think this place is abandoned." Dominic's eyes never left the screen as he explained.

We watched the screen together. There were four vampires attacking one human. Somehow, with a series of kicks, punches and dodges the guy managed to hold his own. He knew what he was doing. "Should we go help him?" I thought out loud. I hadn't realized I spoke until Orion responded.

"You're kidding right? If we open the door those vamps will get inside." He pointed at the screen.

"But they are going to kill him. Look, he's already starting to struggle," I stared at the screen and my heart dropped. One of the vampires took the boy by the throat, whispered something and threw him against the metal door. I wish we never got rid of that microphone.

Bang! The entrance closest to us rattled.

My legs started moving before I had time to second guess myself. I grabbed a weapon before I started opening the door and waited for the monsters to come, but they never did. It was almost sunrise. They had run off. They cared more about surviving than a midnight snack.

I scampered and knelt cautiously next to the boy who had been attacked and carefully lifted his eyelids. His eyes were hazel. "He's human!" I yelled, holstering my knife away.

Dominic and Orion were by my now and helped carry the human boy into the infirmary. He sure was some lucky bastard.

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