Here's the first chapter, hope you enjoy and don't forget to review. I'll also suggest reading my other fanfics that lead up to this: Whoever Thought England and The Wolfs Friend, you don't have to have read them though. Hope you enjoy this

Mercy's POV

I felt cool breath on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. He was back, he was back to kill me. My small body shook with fear as I waited for death. A winter hand moved my hair, leaving my neck exposed. Was he going to cut my throat? Strangle every last breath from my body? I felt his cool breathing closer to my neck and a silent tear escaped my eye. At least a part of me escaped. My heart raced as I waited to be greeted by death, something I can no longer run from.

His tongue ran along my bare throat before his needle teeth pierced my skin. I couldn't hold my tongue any longer and a chilling scream escaped my lips. The scream to all the air from my lungs, leaving me gasping for breath. I felt my life starting to run away, being drained from my fragile body. My arms began to feel cold and I had no will to move them. I wasn't strong enough to fight him off anyway. He was different...not human. I felt light headed, the world around me spinning.

His lips left my neck and I fell to the floor. My eyes began to flutter shut as I watched him walk away, leaving me on the stone cold floor. I lay there alone as I struggled for breath, my neck burning. I wanted to scream, to cry for someone to make the pain go away. It was like I was living in a nightmare that seemed to be all too real. The pain seemed unbearable, like my soul was being ripped out of my body. I opened my eyes for a second only to see the face of a pale man with blonde hair, picking me up softly.