Chapter 1

He didn't know what came over him.

He was used to death and a long time ago he had sworn himself to never let anyone suffer the way he had suffered. Death was inevitable and nothing one should deceive.

But now he had broken his own promise. When he saw her lying there in front of her van, in a puddle of her own blood like an angel fallen from up high, he just couldn't let her die.

So he turned her into a monster.

A monster like himself.

He was holding the angel in his arms, her heartbeat slowing down with every passing second, as his fangs sank into the tender flesh of her neck. God, he blood was sweet. If he wasn't so determined to save her and if he had less self-control, he would just drink her dry and enjoy every drop of this wonderful liquid.

But he didn't.

He couldn't.

Instead he cut open his own wrist with his fingernail, letting his blood flow between her lips. Her reflexes were still there and and just in time she swallowed his blood.

Then her heart beat fell silent and he could do nothing more than wait for his angel to be reborn.

Legend says vampires have no heartbeat but that's wrong.

They have a heartbeat and blood pumping through their veins. They are breathing like humans and they need to eat, but not like humans do.

It had taken several hours until her heart started beating again. The sound relieved him for a moment. He had never done this before so he had been scared he'd do wrong and it wouldn't work.

Luckily no one found them on the abandoned parking lot outside the city, where her van was parked. A few cars drove by but at 2 am no one paid enough attention to notice.

When she opened her eyes the first thing she saw was his face.

He had expected her to be scared, confused. To be furious and to run away.

But she didn`t.

She only looked at him in silence with curious eyes. He didn`t know what to do. He had prepared himself for every possible scenario. Every single way of her trying to run or kill him for what he had done to her. Except this. She surprised him even more when she touched his face softly, leaving a trace of her own blood on his cheek. Her eyes were never leaving his as he couldn't look away from hers.

"What's your name?" he asked after what seemed to be a little eternity.

Her voice was only a whisper. "Skye. My name is Skye, I think."

"Hello Skye. I'm Grant. Grant Ward. Do you know what happened to you?"

Skye was quiet for a moment. "I was trying to sleep. There were those men with guns. They broke open my van."

She started crying and Grant couldn't keep himself from wiping away her tears.

"They dragged me out and shouted at me that I should tell them where I hide my money. I don't even have any money. Then this one guy pulled the trigger and it hurt so much."

Now there was panic in her voice as she cried and her hand went to her chest, where the bullet wound had been.

There was none – her transformation had healed all physical wounds.

"It's okay. You healed." He could see in her face that she was relieved but soon this relief made space for confusion and questions and fear of what might come.

"How? How am I not dead? What happened to me?"

Grant didn't know how to tell her without shocking her even more so he didn't. "Later I'll tell you everything but first we need to get you save."

He pulled her onto her feet even If he really would have enjoyed to hold her just a bit longer. She was shocked when she saw all the blood. On the ground, her clothes and skin and his clothes and arms.

"Please tell me this is a nightmare and I'll wake up any second."

"I'm sorry but you are awake and this is real."

Grant guided her to her van, where he helped her to pack some clothes and locked it afterwards. He'd get the van tomorrow and if he guessed right she didn't have too valuable things in there anyway. Anything that could have some value was stolen by the man shooting her.

His car was almost clinically clean and Skye felt guilty to ruin the black leather seat with her blood but he assured her that it was alright. As he drove away from the lights of the city to his house he felt her eyes on him the whole time. She wasn't scared.

Confused? Yes.

Nervous? Definitely.

But not scared. He could feel it and he didn't understand at all.

"Why aren't you scared?" He broke the silence as they parked in front of the wooden house in the woods.

Skye just shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. All I know is that you aren't going to hurt me."

He jumped a little as her still bloody hand made contact with his. This was going so differently from what he had thought it would.

Grant led her inside the house. For some reason he was nervous whether she liked it or not. Since when did he care about something like that?

But he didn't need to worry. Skye was feeling like being home in his house instantly.

She smiled as she turned to him. "It's nice."

He smiled back. Something that didn't happen very often. She truly was an angel.

He waited until Skye had taken a shower, then he would explain everything. But not just explain. Soon Skye would feel the hunger and then she had to feed. So Grant took two blood bags out of the fridge after he cleaned himself at the sink and changing into some clean clothes. He heated them up in boiling water. It could have been faster but Grant didn't want Skye's first meal to be out of the microwave. Fresh would be even better but it was not an option to take her hunting now, when she was so new to all of this. She could kill people and he guessed she was not ready for that. No one ever was. He filled it into two mugs. One for Skye and one for himself.

Skye came back into the living room with wet hair, clean clothes and shivering. Her eyes were wide and dark and Grant took a deep breath while gesturing towards the couch in the middle of the room. She was hungry, her body needed blood. Skye looked at him with desperation but she didn't say a single word.

As soon as they were seated next to each other on the couch he handed her the mug. Despite her hunger she wrinkled her nose at the metallic smell. She'd get used to it someday.

He took a sip of his own portion and slowly Skye followed his example. After the liquid touched her lips for the first time she didn't hesitate any longer and emptied her mug within seconds. Her eyes were closed now and a single drop of blood was dripping out of the corner of her mouth. Thoughtlessly he wiped it away with is thumb, only to lick it off. The temptation was big to just kiss her now but he didn't.

He would not take advantage of her their current situation.

She slowly opened her eyes, now again the beautiful brown he had adored before, and he knew he had to tell her.

"When I found you, you were almost dead. So I turned you into what I am." He was not sure if he was choosing the right words but there was no going back now. "A vampire."

Again he had expected a totally different reaction. Mostly he had expected her to not believe him and call him crazy. But with tears in her eyes she smiled at him knowingly.

"I figured that. Wasn't that complicated. I mean, I'm not dead after getting shot and I don't even have a scratch or bruise. Also I just drank blood from a mug. I'm not stupid."

"I'm so sorry" was everything he could say.

Skye was crying now and Grant wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms until she smiled again. Instead he handed her his own mug and watched as she downed it to still her hunger completely.

The morning came and the sun was starting to rise as Skye yawned. They had talked for hours. About her past, about her future.

He had told her about her new life, that she couldn't go out in the sun anymore, that she needed blood to survive now, about the strength, the speed and the non-existent ageing.

Skye had listened to every word he said with big eyes and a bit of fear of the future. Sometimes she would interrupt him to ask questions and he'd always answer them as good as he could.

Not just that she had learned about her new life as a vampire, he also learned about her.

Skye was an orphan, who escaped the orphanage at the age of 15. Lived on the streets for a while, working in a computer shop to afford her beloved van. That's also where she learned how to code. For the last year she was traveling around taking smaller jobs like web design for restaurants or smaller shops. She was 25 now and she will be forever.

When she told him about her life he almost regretted turning her. Who was he to decide who should die and who was worth to stay? But when he looked in her eyes again he just knew he made the right decision.

Grant had asked her if someone would come and search for her but she only shook her head.

"There were people I knew but no one really close and no one who cares enough to search for me."

His response surprised himself. "I care. I promise I won't let you down."

The bright smile she gave him was all he needed.

Hi to all people who might read this. I hope you liked it or at least didn't hate it. Feel free to share your opinion with me, let it be good or bad. I don't know exactly how long this fic is going to be but definitely multichapter.

Thanks for reading.

Jelame