A.N: So this is my first attempt at Vampire fanfiction.
Chapter 1
Eric was lost.
Throughout his entire life he never once felt like this.
He was born in a small rural town in North Carolina and he was the star of the town.
Well liked and popular.
Talented and handsome.
Son of a lawyer and a local politician, younger brother to a banker.
Eric was always drawn to art, it didn't matter whether it was painting, signing, sculpting or acting he was always the best at it. So the moment he turned eighteen he bought a ticket to the promised land.
Los Angeles.
He had dreams of becoming the next Humphrey Bogart or Marlon Brando.
So far he played in a single soft-core porn film and a taco place commercial.
For the first time in his life he wasn't automatically the best at something, which is why he was sitting in this rundown bar in downtown L.A drinking his problems away like millions have before him.
His pale green eyes dropped to the half-filled glass of the cheapest strong liquor he could get and he mumbled, "Fuck my life"
"Can't be that bad", said smooth female voice from his right.
Eric's swift and brutal reply was caught in his throat the moment he laid his eyes on her.
She looked like an angel. Porcelain pale skin was highlighted by her full blood-red lips. Her Purple eyes shined with mirth and curiosity and her short red haired framed her heart shaped face perfectly.
Eric felt inadequate sitting next to living Aphrodite. He could see himself in the mirror behind her; tired green eyes with bags underneath, unruly blonde hair and short stubble from going few days without shaving.
"Cat got your tongue?", her question was accompanied with a sexy smirk that graced her lips.
That shook him from his momentary torpor and he gathered his wits in attempt to say something smart but in the end he had to settle on,
"What's your name?"
"Amelia. What's yours stud?" she promptly replied and then placed her hand on his.
'Her hands are freezing', Eric absently noted but his observations were shielded by the shivers that were running up and down his spine.
"It's Eric, pleasure to meet you"
"I'm sure it is, so tell me what are you doing in a ditch like this?", she said completely ignoring the dirty look the bartender sent her way.
So he told her. Everything. All of his frustrations, all of his fears and all of his dreams. And she told him. How she was a struggling young artist trying to get the attention of a patron to support her dreams. For couple of hours Eric didn't feel the stress and the anger, with Amelia they were just two failed artists caught in the Hollywood trap. Three hours and two bottles later, Eric was convinced.
Amelia was the one.
And judging by how close she was to him and the constant contact she was initiating, she at least found him attractive. So he gathered the remaining courage and whispered in her ear,
"Do you want to get out of here?"
Her eyes lit up and her lips curved once again into that sexy smile and she slowly replied,
"Thought you'd never ask", she then leant in and placed a kiss on his lips drawing him in into an embrace.
Eric quickly dumped a pile of green bank notes on the counter and then they slid to the door.
Amelia pulled him into an alley way and then pushed him against the wall with a surprising amount of strength for a woman her size.
"I want to show you something", she drawled out and the slowly opened her mouth.
Fangs. She had fucking fangs, they gleamed in the night like beacons reflecting the moon. Eric's only thought became also the first word he uttered, "Fuck!" and then tried to back away but he hit the wall with his back finally losing the footing from mixture of fear and intoxication.
Amelia looked almost…hurt by his reaction but then quickly cheered up as if she remembered something.
"For your own good please don't struggle", she practically begged with her purple eyes large and innocent. Eric couldn't help it, he stood up and walked towards her, Amelia tilted his head revealing his neck and then quickly and with purpose she sank her fangs into his artery.
Eric found himself pleasantly surprised as the bite turned out to be pleasurable however he slowly felt the life seep out of him, just as he was about to be enveloped by darkness she let go of his neck. Amelia dragged her nail along her wrist creating a deep cut and then shoved her bleeding arm into his face. Eric founds himself latching onto her wrist and drinking greedily, swallowing the thick copper tasting substance until she had to pry him away forcefully. Eric's back hit the wall and his nerves exploded in pain. He felt as if his entire body was being set on fire and stabbed simultaneously but no sound made its way out of his open mouth as he grasped onto every bit of oxygen he could get. Just before he blacked out he could see the outline of Amelia as she stood up and started to look around, her nose twitching looking like a hunting hound and if not for the pain he was being currently he'd probably laughed at her. His last thought before he passed out was
'What a way to go though!'
A.N: So what did you think about the Prologue? Reviews are greatly appreciated.
