Chapter Two
Raven POV
The vampire sank his fangs deeper into my neck. I gasped, this couldn't be happening, this could not be happening!
After what seemed like forever, the vampire removed his fangs from my neck. In this time, I had gone from standing on my own, to spasming, to limp; held up only by the vampire's hands on my shoulders. But as he removed his fangs, he also removed his hands, leaving me to fall to the ground.
"Ahh," the vampire sighed, wiping the blood from his mouth. My blood. The very same blood that was pooling behind my head, pouring from the hole in my neck. "It may not be much consolation, but I've never had blood quite as good as yours. A human/demon hybrid, now that's not a common sight."
As he spoke, I was left on the ground, gasping for air, drowning in my own blood. The monster stooped down next to where I was struggling for life, while the very vessel for my life stained my normally grey skin red.
"This experience will not be pleasant," before I could have figured out what he meant had I even been in good condition, let alone the sorry state was in now, he bit into his own wrist. Now bleeding freely, he put his wrist to my mouth. The blood poured down my throat. I tried to spit the fowl substance out, I really did, but it was taking most of my willpower to remain conscious.
After several seconds of this torment, I felt the vampire remove his hand. By this time, I had lost my vision to darkness, but I was still fighting to stay awake. Some part of my mind had enough together to reach down to my pocket, and turn on my distress beacon. But that was the last thing I thought before the darkness took me, and I passed out.
Cyborg POV
I held the light to Raven's eye, hoping for a response, and knowing there wouldn't be. We'd found her late last night in a pool of her own blood. The alley was covered in signs of a struggle. As if finding Raven, the most terrifying girl I've ever met, "missing" most of her blood wasn't sign enough.
"We'll find the low life who did this to you, Raven," I promised quietly. We were in the infirmary. I'd told the others to go, Raven needs peace to recover, after all. But it was looking like Raven wasn't going to recover. She'd lost to much blood, and that wasn't even accounting for infection.
As I checked for eye movement, something caught my eye: her eyes where the wrong color. And not like "baton down the hatches, Raven's pissed off!" wrong color. I mean her irises weren't their normal shade of violet, but rather they were red, blood red.
"That's different," I muttered?