A/N I just thought I'd try out shorter chapters because I know that some of my other stories were getting a bit tedious to read because the chapters were so long!

I regained consciousness, my first thought was that I was lying on hard ground. I couldn't remember how I'd got there, probably rolled out of bed in my sleep. I was looking forward to having a large breakfast and then a bath with lots of bubbles, then I remembered what had happened the night before. I opened my eyes with difficulty, my eyelids seemed to have glued themselves together. I could hear hushed voices but there was so much going on in my head that I didn't tune in to the conversation. Surely I should have been dead by now? Surely I shouldn't have woken at all? I certainly wasn't in the den anymore, I could feel that I was lying on grass. I focused in on the world around me, the night sky. I didn't recognise where I was but I never really went out all that often to see anywhere. A face came into view, someone was bent over me, studying me. It was the stranger from the night before! I sat up suddenly, wide-eyed and terrified.

"Leave me alone!" I cried. I realise now what a feeble thing that was to say but with everything that was going on in my head it wasn't really surprising.

"It's alright, it's okay boy, someone came to save you, I won't hurt you now," the man said. My immediate thought was my father, he must have found me and… but no, that was impossible. Father had been in Russia for the past month and wouldn't be coming home for a good few weeks. The strange man held a hand out for me and after a moments hesitation I took it. He helped me to my feet and smiled at me. I stood there silently, just watching him, I never even noticed another man in the dark, not until he came up behind me that was.

"What's your name?" a voice asked from behind me, I whipped round and found myself face to face with a man even stranger looking than the first one.

"Folrick, sir, Donavon Folrick," I replied quietly, what else could I say?

"I'm March, Vancha March, pleased to meet you," the new stranger said, offering me his hand, which I shook reluctantly. Vancha March began to study me, circling me like a vulture, the other man watched with a strange smile on his face. I was still trembling slightly but I stood up straight and silent as my mother and father had taught me to.

"Excuse me Mr. March," I said timidly after a long, awkward silence, "But what's going on?"

"It's a long story Donavon, a long story, and please call me Vancha," Vancha March replied.

"Long story or not, sir, I'm extremely confused," I persisted, "I don't know where I am, who either of you are and to be quite honest I'm not particularly comfortable with you staring at me like that."

"Tell me Donavon, do you believe in vampires?" Vancha asked, side-stepping the question.

"Of course I don't," I replied, frowning, "But I don't see what that's…"
"So you wouldn't believe me if I told you that you were almost food for a type of vampire?" Vancha interrupted. I didn't reply, I didn't feel that there was a need to, what would I say? Vancha began speaking again after a moment of silence. "The man that attacked you last night is what we call a vampaneze, a vampaneze is a creature that drains the blood of humans to survive, just like the impression of a vampire. Believe in them or not, Donavon, I am a vampire," Vancha said.

"But…"

"Don't interrupt, I don't drain humans of blood, I take small amounts, my saliva has healing qualities so when I drink from a human they won't know about it. My breath contains a gas that will knock a human out for a few minutes so they don't feel a thing. I'll live for ten times longer than a human and I'm ten times faster and my senses are ten times stronger. I became a vampire when another vampire transferred his blood to me. Vampires and Vampaneze are identical in every way except the way that we feed and vampaneze will have purple skin and red lips and nails due to the amount of blood that they drink." Vancha said, quite quickly.

"Err… Mr. March, that's all very interesting but I need to be getting home, I understand that you don't want to tell me what happened but if you could please point me in the direction of my house I'd be very grateful," I said shakily.

"He doesn't believe me! I don't believe it he doesn't believe me!" Vancha hissed at the other man.

"There's nothing I can do about that," the man shrugged with a grin.

"Don, Donavon, listen to me, I'm telling the truth and if you believe me or not will be the difference between whether you live or die," Vancha March said. I gulped and stepped backwards from him.

"How so?" I asked.

"I've told you that Taiven here is a vampaneze, it just so happens that you were going to be his next meal, you'd be dead now if I hadn't saved you," Vancha sighed.

"Well thank you very much but…"
"Stop interrupting!" Vancha snapped irritably, "Technically I'm not allowed to interfere in what vampaneze do but I saw you and wanted you for my own."

By this point, as you can understand, I was becoming increasingly nervous.

"I… don't understand," I gulped.

"I know it's a lot to dump on you all in one go, but you have to understand it's to save you. Taiven will let me take you, he can find someone else, but I can only have you if you become my assistant, if you'll let me turn you into a vampire. That's the only reason I saved you from Taiven, because I need an assistant and I've always believed in taking chances when they come." Vancha said.

"You want to turn me into a vampire?" I asked.

"Yes, that's the bottom line," Vancha sighed. I shook my head.

"This is ridiculous," I laughed and then turned to walk away, sick of the unnerving atmosphere.

I stopped dead, almost walking into the strange, purple skinned man, Taiven. He hadn't been there a second ago, he'd been behind me… what the hell was going on? Taiven grabbed hold of my arm and pushed me round roughly by the shoulder so I was facing Vancha again. I gasped in pain as he pushed my arm up my back, an inch or two further and he would be in danger of breaking my arm.

"Ouch! Let go!" I squealed through gritted teeth.

"I told you Vancha, I'd leave him if he agreed to be your assistant but he won't so I have him, fair?" Taiven asked.

"Yes, fine," Vancha sighed, "just do it quickly, the boy's been through enough already."

"That's not my fault," Taiven shrugged. I tried to pull away from him but he was having none of it and held me back with little effort. He reached up to my neck with his free hand and re-opened the cut he had made the night before, this time making it longer and deeper.

"Let go! Leave me alone!" I screamed. He ignored me and started to suck at the wound.

"Mr. March! Vancha! Please help! I… I changed my mind!" I yelled. Vancha turned and looked at me, the fresh tears dripping down my face. He just stood there for a moment and I felt more and more of my blood being drained away.

"You're sure? There's no going back if Taiven lets you go now," Vancha said, his coolness was infuriating.

"Yes!" I screamed, "Please or I'm going to die!"

"Taiven, let him go," Vancha said. Taiven shook his head. "Now!" Vancha roared suddenly, making me jump. Taiven let go of me and I fell to the ground.

So, Donavon Folrick, you're going to become a vampire?" Vancha asked. I nodded feebly, if it meant that I wasn't going to be murdered then I would have agreed to anything.

"All right then, tonight your life is going to change forever!