Author's Notes: So, I decided to do the 10 song 10 stories challenge. Rules are simple. Pick a pairing or fandom, put your music player on shuffle and write around that song. You can only do it for the length of the song, though. If you do it, good luck!

Disclaimer: Yadda yadda. Don't own. You know the drill. THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH VAUGHN AND GWEN'S DEVELOPMENT. THIS IS COMPLETELY SEPARATE FROM IT.


She had tried to run as soon as she saw him. Even if a voice in the back of her mind told her that it was too late to run, she still ran. She didn't want to end up like all the other victims that he had taken. Gwen would run and run. She would make it a fight for her life. That's what it was. While all the others just stood there and allowed him to do whatever he wanted to them, she would run and fight for her life.

A dark shadow flew over her head.

She skidded to a stop as a figure dropped down from the sky before her. Her mouth twisted into a scowl as Vaughn stood up. His silver hair gleamed in the moon and his violet eyes looked coldly at her. It chilled her to the very bone. She was frozen to the spot, unable to move despite the voice in her head telling her otherwise.

"You know it makes no sense to run."

Gwen swallowed around the lump in her throat. Even his voice sounded colder than usual. "Yeah, well... I might as well give it a fighting chance..." She didn't wait for a response from him. She turned around to run, but he grabbed her before she could get far.

Vaughn pulled her body close to his, her back flushed against his chest. "It's too late," he breathed into her ear, earning a shudder from her body. Like she had promised, she was giving it all she got to get away from him. He was stronger than her, though. His lips moved from her ear to her neck and he parted his mouth. Her body jolted as she felt the tip of his fangs against her skin. This was one of the things he loved the most. The thrill of his prey trying to get away and fighting.

"Stop!"

Vaughn sunk his fangs deep into her skin, making her scream out into the night. Her blood assaulted his senses. His sense of smell and taste enjoyed it the most. It was the most divine he's had in centuries.

Gwen stared up at the night sky as she felt her blood leave her to pool in the vampires mouth. She couldn't describe the pleasure she was feeling. A part of her told her to be disgusted by enjoying this feeling, but the part that was enjoying it told her otherwise. She was told to enjoy this experience. Her soft moan left her mouth, surprising both herself and her attacker. She couldn't help herself, though. It felt so good.

She struggled to bring her hands up. She found his head and ran her fingers through his hair. Confident that she wouldn't escape, Vaughn moved his hands down her body and he was pleasantly to hear her moans increase in volume. This was a different response than he was accustomed to. Others screamed out only once and dropped dead. No, this one was stronger than the others. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to keep her around for a while.

Or for a few hundred years.