Title: Behind Those Eyes
Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy.
Summary: "Don't scream." whispered a sultry voice, making Arizona go weak in the knees. "It'll all be over before you know it." She spoke, her teeth grazing Arizona's neck.
A/N: Okay, so I was talking to my friend Fabi, and then this idea just attacked me and I had to write. In this story, Callie is going to be a vampire, so if this isn't your cup of tea, well I suggest you don't read. Otherwise, I'll shut up and let you enjoy! Fabiola, this is for you!
"I've been down the wrong road tonight
And I swear I'll never go there again"
Arizona glanced around nervously, her breathing quickening. She felt as if someone was watching her. She picked up her pace, trying to make it back to her apartment, or at least somewhere that had light. "This is why I don't go out at night" she mumbled to herself, pulling her purse closer.
The moment her apartment building came into view, she let out a sigh of relief. Quickening up her speed, she heard a rustle in the trees. She paused slightly, looking behind her. "W-Who's there?" she said, her voice trembling. She was met with silence.
Turning around, she shivered slightly. Something was off about the night. She took in a deep breath and started making her way to the building. Just a few more steps. She thought to herself. And that's when she felt it. There was a warm breath on her neck. She stood, frozen in fear.
"Don't scream." whispered a sultry voice, making Arizona go weak in the knees. "It'll all be over before you know it." She spoke, her teeth grazing Arizona's neck.
Letting out a slight whimper, Arizona closed her eyes. "Please don't." she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
The mystery woman chuckled, amused at Arizona's pleading. "You want this." She spoke, confidence lacing each word that came out. She pulled Arizona closer to her, placing soft kisses on her neck.
Arizona weakly attempted to get away, but her tries were futile. Before she knew it, there was a sharp pain at her neck, the mystery woman's teeth piercing through her skin. "NO-!"
Arizona shot up in her bed, waking up in a cold sweat as she looked around desperately. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she realized that she was in the safety of her home.
She let out a sigh, closing her eyes and pinching her nose to get rid of the offending headache that was threatening to come out. She looked over to her alarm clock and groaned. It was only 5:03 am. She didn't have to be at work for another three hours.
Laying back down, Arizona threw her arm over her head, attempting to get back to sleep. Why are these dreams coming back? She asked herself.
Five years ago, Arizona had been attacked when she was walking through central park. No one ever found out who – or what – had attacked the blonde, but all they knew was she had lost a lot of blood. She had been unconscious for three days, and some thought she wouldn't wake up due to the amount of blood she had lost.
Ever since the attack, she had reoccurring nightmares about the night of her attack. Through the years, the nightmares had lessened, and now she had barely gotten them. But ever since she had decided to pick up and move to Seattle, they had been returning in full force.
A few months ago, Arizona had decided that she needed to get away from New York. She had just broken up with her girlfriend, though they had been going strong for four years.
She had been given an offer that she just couldn't refuse, and decided that Seattle would be a great place to start over and refresh her life. To become the person she used to be.
The chief of Seattle Grace Mercy West had offered her the position of Head of Pediatric Surgery, and that was enough to get Arizona there. Her contract at the hospital she worked at was soon going to expire, and she had only been an attending there.
Finally accepting that she wasn't going to go back to sleep, Arizona sat up in her bed and stretched. She looked over at her clock, surprised that two hours had already passed by so quickly.
Arizona moved to the shower, and quickly got dressed. She decided she would go for a coffee before she started work. It was her first day, and she needed to be alert and wanted to impress everyone there.
"Torres!" Callie heard from down the hall. She turned on her heels, seeing none other than the manwhore himself. "Hey Mark. What's up?" she said as he got closer. Mark shrugged as they made their way down to the cafeteria.
Mark looked at Callie with a michevous glint in his eye that she didn't like. She narrowed her eyes, "Okay Mark, what is it?" Callie questioned, growing suspicious of her best friend.
Mark had a slight smirk on his face. "Nothin'" he said, walking towards the salad bar. Callie glared at him, walking up to him. "Tell me Mark." She whined, curiosity getting the better of her.
"Nope." He said, testing how long he could keep this going. Growing tired of his games, Callie looked at Mark and gave him the stare down that Bailey had taught her.
Mark shifted under Callie's gaze, becoming slightly uncomfortable. He growled slightly and looked at her with a disapproving look. "You're no fun." He mumbled. She hit him, and he rubbed his arm, acting like she hurt him.
"Ow! No fun and mean. What happened to the Callie Torres I came to know and love?" he teased. Callie rolled her eyes, grabbing her food and walking over to an empty table. "Shut it Mark, and stop avoiding. What is it?"
A goofy grin replaced Mark's scowl. "The new Head of Peds." He stated as if that was the answer to all of life's problems.
Callie looked at Mark, trying to see where he was going with this. Realizing that Callie didn't know what he was talking about, Mark shook his head in disappointment. "You mean you haven't seen her yet? She's hot." He said suggestively.
Rolling her eyes, Callie shook her head in a disapproving Mark. "I thought you grew up after Little Grey." She said, her tone sounding like a mother disciplining a child. "Just because someone tamed me, doesn't mean I can't appreciate th-" he stopped mid-sentence as something caught his eye.
"Blondie!" He bellowed out, waving his hand in the air. "Speak of the devil, Cal. You two should meet." He said, still waving the blonde over.
Callie turned around and her breath got caught in her throat. Her eyes locked with blue eyes that she thought she'd never see again. No. It can't be. She thought to herself. Starting to panic, Callie looked down at her pager. "Um, gotta go. Maybe some other time" she said quickly, getting up before Mark could protest.
Mark looked at the seat his best friend had previously occupied looking dumbfounded. What just happened?
Arizona heard a familiar voice calling her by her newly acquired nickname and rolled her eyes. She had met Mark earlier in the day, after surgery on a child burn victim, and a few suggestive comments.
Looking around the cafeteria, she realized that there was no one else that she could eat with, and grudgingly made her way over to the table. When she looked up, she was met with the most gorgeous brown eyes she had ever seen.
They belonged to the most gorgeous Latina, or person really, that she had ever seen. But the second she blinked, the Latina was gone, already turning a corner, all that was left to be seen was her raven hair.
Arizona put on a fake smile as she sat by Mark, still looking at the place where the mysterious woman had just disappeared to.
"What's her issue?" Arizona asked, her voice coming off harsher than she attended.
"Who Callie? I guess she must have had an emergency or something." He replied, shrugging. Arizona turned towards Mark, and nodded. "Yeah…or something." She mumbled to herself.
Arizona could have sworn that she had seen her before, but she couldn't really place a finger on where. Letting out a sigh, she shrugged and tuned in to whatever Mark started talking about.
Well this is going to be interesting. She mused to herself. She crossed her legs, lost in thought as Mark launches into a story about how he made skin from basically nothing. I know I've seen her somewhere before.
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