Even though now he's trying to kill me, he's still gorgeous. The glowing of his eyes hide their true color — green — but his hair is still ruffled, and I want to run my hands through it. His fangs are on his canines, an abnormality in the true vampire world.
"Please!" I plead with him. "Please, don't!"
Too late. He reaches down and sinks his fangs into my neck. It's difficult to describe the feeling, but I'll try. I can almost feel the blood rushing to heal the now open wound, only to be quickly drained into his mouth. There's no hope of the wound clotting with him on me, this I know. So, with a last burst of adrenaline, I push him off of me, gasping for air.
He smirks, then, using his vampire speed, he disappears. My hand goes to my neck, and I hold it there. Then I sit up, only to have to hold my head because of a sudden migraine.
With my head pounding, I stand up, only to get a head rush and forced to wander around the alley blind for a few moments. My blonde hair is matted and sticking up. The bottle of hairspray I was using was thrown across the alley and I go to retrieve it.
My movements are quicker than usual and my throat starts to burn. Something pokes my bottom lip, then retreats back into my mouth.
My eyes widen as the truth sinks in. I am a vampire.
