PROLOUGE
London 1900
"Donta? Is that you?" I called into the shadows with wide eyes.
"Hush young one." She covered my eyes with her hand. "I am here with you. No one can hurt you," she promised and she removed on hand and then placed her wrist on my mouth, something red and liquid was on it.
"Donta, what're you doing?" I gasped as she shoved her blood down my throat, making me swallow.
"It's time you joined the undead," she hissed in my ear and then grabbed my head with her hands.
Even though I couldn't look at her I knew something bad was happening. "Help me!" I began to screech before I fell to the ground and everything went black.
A few hours later I was sitting in a chair, Donta in front of me hold a bag full of blood.
"Either you drink or you die in the next few seconds," she said opening the bag with her sharp teeth and then she handed me the bag.
I quickly jugged it down and stood up. "W-why do I feel like this?"
"You're turning." She grinned. "You're going to be a vampyre, darling. Just like me. And we can live together. Forever," she replied with a pounding heart.
"A vampyre?" I breathed and fell to my butt. "But I don't want to be a vampyre! I want to be human!" I shouted at her with angry breathes.
"It's too late," She growled. "You're mine now and there is nothing you can do about it!"
Donta had bright green eyes and long brown hair, about to the end of her butt. She was wearing a red shirt with ruffles and a white skirt that was stained with blood.
I looked around and caught a movement in a doorway not too far away. "Who's where?"
It let out a growl and raced to me. It was white and rather small.
"Meet your wolf. His name is Ross. You must take care of him until you die. And when you die, he will die with you," Donta explained as he rubbed himself all over me, white fur coming off.
I looked up at her. "I am ready to be a vampyre with you, Donta."
She smiled as a black wolf entered the room and sat next to her. She petted him with soft strokes. "I knew you'd come around, Dustin."