Chapter 1
A sharp, burning pain ripped down his throat. Blood covered his pale fingertips. The newly turned vampire clutched at his neck, his sharp nails leaving deep cuts.
He let out a hungry groan when the warm scent of his own blood reached his nose.
The young vampire had once more gone far too long without feeding, and he knew that it would, once again, cost another innocent human their life.
His once shy, violet eyes had been overcome by a sharp, intense red that darted around, as if he were a prey in search any meal in sight.
It was late, though he didn't know the exact time. As he trudged through a large, quiet park. Only a few stragglers remained about. Mostly late night joggers and drug dealers and their clients, any of which would make the perfect midnight snack.
Stopping under a small stone bridge, the vampire placed a hand on the bricks behind him and slowly sank down to the ground as his mind fought against itself- A complex battle of wills as he resisted the urge to hunt.
He focused his mind on the rushing water of the river at his bare feet. Breath in through the nose, out through the mouth. He had almost pulled himself back together when his sensitive nose caught an intriguing scent that sent him back to his feet.
The scent was strong and fresh. Blood. A human had been injured. His hunting instincts kicked in and he clawed his way up the river bank to chase his hunger.
He ran through the trails and through the trees, branches leaving scratches on any exposed skin that healed nearly instantly. Within moments, the vampire found the source of the spilled blood.
An elderly man had tripped over a tree root and scraped his knee. The blood was soaking through the man's kahki pants as he struggled in a failed attempt to get up and off the forest floor.
"Are you a doctor?" The human man asked, noticing the strange man who stood above him.
Unable to speak due to his hunger, he shook his head and watched the human with insatiable eyes. He kneeled next to the man, eyes glued to the bloodied leg. A crunch sounded when his own knee touch the earth and he pulled a pair of glassed from under himself.
"Oh my, my spectacles." The old man frowned, inspecting the broken lenses.
The vampire brought his attention back to the blooded pant let, effortlessly tearing the fabric about mid thigh. He used a muddied nail to deepen the cut and brought his mouth down to the wound, lapping the oozing blood.
"What are you-" The man's anger was cut of by a yell as sharp fangs dug deep into his leg. A hand immediately caught his mouth and shoved him back into the moss and mud.
The vampire moved fast and brought himself up the man, lunging for his throat. He ripped through the humans windpipe with strong teeth and swallowed as much blood as he could as quickly as he could.
What the starved vampire didn't know was that he had an audience. A loud scoff caused him to jump up from his meal, stance ready for a fight. He bared his fangs and let out a hiss, blood splashing from his mouth.
A man was casually leaning against a tree a few meters away, unphased by the bloody mess before him.
"Mon dieu, my goodness. What a mess. Hasn't anyone taught you how to eat properly?" The man spoke with a thick accent and let out a genuine laugh as he walked calmly towards the murder scene.