A/N: I already have lots of chapters in the works, to be posted soon. Also, I am a new writer, so please review, feed back is very much needed.
Kara
"Bye Lance!" I yelled as I waved. I dug in my pocket for my keys. Two games successfully score kept meant twenty dollars for gas next week. My purple converse crunched on the gravel at the softball fields, where I worked, as I walked to my car. The parking lot was deader than a doornail because I had stayed late discussing my paycheck with Lance. When one has to pay for gas and car insurance, you tend to care about money.
As I traversed the desolate parking lot, save for my little Fit, I saw a blur out of the corner of my eye. I tried to let it go, except I couldn't help but turn around. It was still, with the faint sound of crickets. I chuckled under my breath, "You're seeing things now, great paranoia". I turned to open my car door, having arrived at my destination. "You're not paranoid, just rational" whispered a voice behind me, accompanied by a crushing hand on my shoulder. The voice spun me around to face a pale man with shadows for hair. I raised my hand with the keys in it, intending to slash his eyes out, but with a faster than possible flick of his wrist, he knocked the keys out of my hand and on to the pavement about fifty feet to my left. It took me a second to process this before the pain in my wrist took precedence. I whimpered and dropped my arm, turning my bad side slightly away from him. "What do you want?" I demanded, sounding braver than I felt. I glanced behind him at the empty fields with the stadium lights still on. Damn it, where was Lance? "There is only one thing I want" he whispered again, almost a hiss. His voice drew me into his eyes, black, darker than the night around me. His hand reached up and stroked my cheek. I eyes widened as I came to the only conclusion a female confronted by a creepy guy alone in the middle of the night would. He pushed me up against my car, "no" I mumbled, trying to accept the fate I was given. He snorted a sound I was not expecting. "I want your blood" he sighed, his fingertips sliding down to my neck.
What? Was this a joke? I looked around waiting for some assholes at school to jump out and laugh, my brow furrowing. This is about when he decided my extended neck was too much to hold back from and nuzzled into it. "Hey! What the-"I cut off my exclamation when he bit down on my pulse." Ah" I breathed, it hurt but not as bad as I expected. I could hear and feel him sucking on my pulse, weirdly calming. When I felt myself go woozy from blood loss, I immediately started freaking out. Trying to get away, I pushed at his face; it was rock hard and ice cold, corpse cold. The vampire, as I now knew, grabbed my hurt wrist and I screamed hearing the bones crack. He let go of me, after licking the wound at my neck, and raised his head, apparently done with my blood. He smirked, my blood making his lips red, "a fighter, well, enjoy immortality", and blurred away. I felt my neck heat up, and the only plan my blood deprived plan could come up with was run. So I did, as waves of pain radiated from my neck.