I couldn't feel anything. My eyes were snapped shut. I was conscious however. I couldn't smell anything, feel anything or see anything. But I could see memories of my father teaching me how to ride a bike. I remembered on my tenth birthday, Axel slammed his head in the cake and ruined the party for everyone. Boy did he get one heck of a beating. Then I remembered my 16th birthday when I got my own car. On the same birthday I crashed the exact same car. Then something unknown came up. It was from a first person point of view. I then realized it wasn't a memory. It was happening right now.

I was laying on dirt in what seemed to be a desert. A man with a hairstyle that looked like a modern pilgrim, bonded up in a tail in back. He was young in his face, about 17 or 18, like me, but the way he dressed seem older. Either a consistant hipster or guy who has been living under a rock for the past decades. He was walking around in a repeated manner and looked down at me. "So you're awake." he said. I let out what seemed to be like a "yehhhhhh". "Semi-Awake." He corrected. I wondered who he was. "Alistair Von Washington, I'm George Washington's Great Great Great Grandfather." Is this guy crazy? George Washington is like a bazillion years old!

"I'm not crazy. Its a shame you're actually asking that. I thought Vampire noteriety existed in this town" What? How is he reading my thoughts? Vampire noteriety? Is he claiming he's a vampire? Definately wacko. That Vampire attack on the mayor was just a sham to get people to lack focus on government assassins. "You believe in government assasins rather than Vampires? You're surely smart." I was just ready to attack him when I realized I was limp.

A few minutes passed in silence when he let out a deep breath and sat next to my face with a vial of red liquid. "Drink this." I tried to reject the liquid but he forced the vial of the liquid into my mouth. It tasted sweet like sugar but had a metal taste in the middle of it. It took me long enough to realize it was blood. I wanted to spit it out but I had no control over my muscles. "It is my blood. It will heal your pain but you will still die due to critical damage to your spinal cord. You may feel a burning sensation. The only way to save you is to turn you into one of us." What, turn me into me into a psycho?! "This may hurt!" And then he touched my head with his cold hands. My sense of feeling of touch was about to come back when he swung me up to the night sky like it was nothing. I went over the cliff and black out on impact like I did earlier