Prologue
It was cold day in the exciting city of Seattle. I knew I was late for my classical music class when I had to run through the wet streets carrying a cello. For a girl that was only 5'1" it was a comical sight to say the least. Of course I didn't want to be late, but I had to stop several times to catch my breath and put the heavy instrument down. As I was catching my breath, I thought I heard a noise coning from behind me, but when I turned around, nothing was there.
Struggling to pick up my cello, I turned back, and was about to head down the street toward my music class when I heard the noise again. I pivoted sharply and saw one of the most beautiful, most handsome guys I had ever seen. He wasn't extremely tall, but a good half foot taller than me. He was chalky pale with straight angular features, but as I looked at him, I began to get a feeling that he was… dangerous? Why would I even think that? Then again why was he staring at me and walking toward me like that?
Then I noticed something that was off; did he have red eyes? No! That was impossible, right? It was just a trick of the dimming light.
"Hello? Would you like some help with that?" he asked, looking at my cello. He walked toward me and stooped to pick it up. The closer he got to me, the more I realized that maybe his eyes actually were red, and the more I freaked out.
He must have seen the panic growing in my eyes because instead of taking the cello, he took my hand. It was ice cold. I tried to yank it away, but he held it with an iron grip. It was then that I realized I should have turned and ran the moment I saw him.
He stopped smiling and leaned toward me, "This'll hurt a lot," he said, then took my arm and bit it