Authors note: I own nothing but my own OC.

This is also my first fanfic so please be gentle. ;)

Chapter 1: Eyes open

It burns.

Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum.

Someone, please make it stop.

Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum.

Where am I?

Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum.

There's...a light. So close I can almost...! Oh god how can the pain get worse?! My heart feels like it's going to explode!

Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, BA-DUM, BA-DUM!

UGH! I can't...Arrrrrrggghhh!

BA-DUM!

...haaaahhh, haaahhh, haah. It stopped. Finally, but...why do I feel so...empty?

I opened my eyes and saw nothing but trees. "A forest? How did I get here, and where is here?" Rolling over onto my stomach I pushed myself up into a sitting position and froze. "Blood?!" Looking down I saw the shredded remains of my navy long sleeve shirt, stained red with spots of blood. "Whose?" I didn't see any wounds on my arms. In fact I didn't see any of my scars either. But wait, "scars...?" Did I have scars before, how did I know that?

I stood up to try to figure out more about what was happening and looking around it seemed like someone was fighting for their life here. "Me? But why?" I can't remember. "Alright, don't panic, just don't panic." Holy shit I'm panicking. "Okay think, deep breathes. How did I get here? I was...I was...I don't remember."

I put my hands in my hair and tried to breathe. Looking further down I saw I was not only barefoot but my dirtied jeans had one leg ripped off below the knee. There was a bloody handprint wrapped around my ankle. As I pulled my hands out of my hair I also noticed mud under my nails. It looked like I was running, tripped (textbook damsel in distress) and something dragged me by my leg.

"What the hell?" I started patting myself down for any sort of identification but only found my front right pocket ripped out. Sigh, okay so no ID and it clearly looks like I was attacked but why don't I have any marks on me and...WTF?! As I grabbed my left shoulder with my right hand I felt weird marks running from my shoulder to halfway up my neck. They felt like...no way, did someone bite me!

Snap!

I froze. There was something out further out in the trees. "Hey guys I think I heard something this way."

"Yeah right Sam, I'm not falling for that again."

"No seriously I think there's someone out there."

There were two men to my left that sounded pretty far out but their voices were clear as day. I could even make out the first one, Sam. He was clearly a hunter with his camo gear and rifle strapped to his back. I couldn't make out his friend but he was tucked away in his tent they hid with fallen branches, mud and grass. He was yelling back over his shoulder at his friend when I first heard him.

He's coming closer, maybe he can help me. I ran over to him and when he turned back around several things happened at once. A small breeze came my way and the most mouth watering scent in my life came my way and my throat erupted in flames. Sam turned around and screamed trying to get the hell away from me. I wanted to ask him what was wrong but as soon as I opened my mouth I could almost taste that beautiful scent and it was coming right from him. When Sam was finally able to turn around something took me over, I had to taste it. Grabbing his upper arm I pulled him towards me so I could nuzzle his neck. I barely registered the snap from his arm, not even his screams were enough to snap me out of my haze. Then my teeth sank into his neck and that sweet scent I couldn't get enough of started pouring out of his neck and down my throat. Delicious. It wasn't until I heard the gunshot that I realized I'd closed my eyes in delight.

"Let him go you freak!" It was Sam's friend, he'd heard him screaming and rushed out to help.

"I said let him go!" I removed my teeth from his friends neck and the sound that came out of me was something I could only describe as the growl of a predator ripped out of my throat as I dropped Sam and got down in a crouch as his body dropped to the ground.

"What the hell are you?!" I never did get his name. The next second I lept at him and ripped his gun from his hands. How dare he interrupt my meal. Before he could say one word I had him by the throat and lifted him off the ground with one hand. I heard him choke as he grabbed at my hand in an attempt to free himself. Yanking him closer I ripped into his throat and drank deeply as he choked on his own blood. Once I was done I dropped his lifeless corpse and began to lick up the last of the blood still on my hand.

"Oh god." Freezing I turned my head and realized Sam was still alive. "Please let me go. I..I won't say anything please!" I started walking towards him and he tried to get up and run away in a blind panic. Falling flat on his face, too weak to stand from blood loss, he began to crawl away with his one good arm.

I could hear everything. His frantic heartbeat and desperate gasps for air. I could even smell everything. His blood, tears, even the smell of his lack of bladder control from the terror of what was about to happen, but that didn't stop me. I was so thirsty. Sam's blood would put out the fire. With that last thought I leaped for him.

"SOMEONE HELP M...!" The fire went out and I could think clearly again.

Horrified by my actions the only thing I could that passed through my mind was a question. "What have I done?"