Note: Use your imagination as to how this applies to Forever Knight, I'd love to hear what you come up with. Maybe it belongs somewhere else because I'm not exactly sure myself how this applies to Forever Knight but it felt right.
Disclaimer: I own nothing pertaining to the series and I'm more or less poor so you'd get nothing out of suing me. If this has any similarities to any other fanfic or show or something I swear it's purely a coincidence. I'm pretty sure that's it so on with the story.
Warning: This has not been edited and my Spell checker is screwed up but this is what it gave me.
A new vampire awakens…
His heart became a bellows, forcefully encouraging the fire he felt coursing through his veins to become stronger, more agonizing. The pain in his body was worse than any wound he had ever received; it hurt too much to even cry out. He managed a weak whimper along with his straggled breath, alerting the creature that caused him such torment to his consciousness. The being that looked like a harmless old man slowly prowled over to him.
"You have awaken. Are you in much pain?" he asked in a slightly mocking tone. "Come, I know what will ease it." The white haired old man helped the younger, limp one sit up with no effort.
The younger man had regained some composure by the time they crossed the ten meters to a dimly lit, scarcely furnished room. The focal point of the room, the young man noticed after his eyes adjusted, was a bed with a young woman handcuffed to it. She struggled as she saw the pair enter the room, her heart beating faster, adrenaline mingling with her blood.
He could taste her fear.
He drank in the emotion and the sound, the fire in his veins subduing a bit in intensity, but a new, darker, instinct demanded more. The rational--or perhaps human as he would later ponder--voice screamed to stop, not to listen. The new instinct, the new Need overrode the tiny voice screaming not to.
As he neared the woman, the sounds and smells became louder. Her heart pounded in his ears, her adrenaline begged to enter his veins, whether or not she cried or begged he could not hear. He was blinded by his dark Need.
He was looming over her.
The Need made fangs stretch from his canines told him to sink them into her neck. He held her head down so his ivory knives could pierce the tender flesh unabridged.
The coppery blood flowed into his mouth.
Somehow, he felt it being absorbed into his bloodstream, easing the fire until it was gone completely. But he didn't stop.
It was better than any high he'd ever gotten from any other substance.
He craved more.
When more wouldn't come, he pulled away from her.
She was pale. Almost as pale as her blond-white hair.
Her sky blue eyes stared unseeing at him in horror, her face frozen in a scream.
He recognized her.
They had a psychology course together.
Her name was Lily something. She was so full of life and kindness, always laughing and smiling so it reached her eyes. She always offered help to a slow student who was constantly belittled by the teacher for not knowing something.
And he killed her.
He took the light from her eyes, from her families' and friends' lives. He couldn't believe what he had done.
As he stared at her lifeless body, the old man put a hand on his shoulder. "Very good. You'll gain more control soon. Come, Nicholas, we must leave before the sun comes up."