Chapter One - Hectic Sceptic Craves Some Blood

"10 Found Dead"

Luna scanned through the article with worry, occasionally glancing to her roommate lying on the sofa next to her.

"10 were found dead after what is believed to be a vicious mass murder earlier this morning."

Luna read the address, her mouth forming a little 'o' as she realized that was the very place her roommate was in the night before. Nancy was always fond of the cafe despite its lack of hygiene and decent cuisine simply for the fact that she could go there whenever she fancied. Luna couldn't help but wonder if she had just missed the vicious attack.

Nancy had arrived at the apartment at half one in the morning, muttering insanities about cold coffee and twilight fans. Then she had dropped. Just like that - without a single warning.

If it had been the other way round, Luna would have been rushed to hospital without a moment's notice. However there was something odd about the way Nancy looked - utterly pale and with two suspicious punctures in her neck.

Nancy reeked of leeches. Of course, Luna was actually thinking about vampires but in her opinion, they were leeches. Savage, greedy things that thought they were the royalty of the supernatural world. And now they had ruined her arrangement.

Luna had been attached to the supernatural world for a long time now. To say the least, she had wound up in quite a few tricky supernatural situations. Somehow, she had managed to get herself bitten - by a werewolf, not a vampire. Luna had been quick to adapt, but if what Nancy's going through is what Luna thing it is... Needless to say, Luna had a bad feeling about how Nancy would cope.

By some miracle, she managed to wind up meeting Nancy, who was probably the sole person on Earth who never thought anything of Luna's monthly 'midnight walks' or questioned the fact that Luna's clothes were ripped up every time she returned late morning, instead giving a cheeky wink.

Nancy had been the perfect roommate simply for the fact that she was so oblivious, but now Luna suspected that with those punctures, the fun would be over. She continued reading the report until she reached a certain line.

"The lone witness reported of the presence of another survivor. The police are currently attempting to track her whereabouts."

Luna looked at her unconscious friend.

Could she be the other survivor?

Nancy woke in a dark, cramped space. That was the first sign something was up.

She tried to sit up but banged her head hard on wood. That was the second.

Her body ached all over, and her hair was unruly and clogging her view. Not that she could see anything in this pitch black place. She tried and failed to shuffle into a different position. This place wasn't cosy or cramped - it was claustrophobic.

There was absolutely nothing Nancy could do but lay there. And to top things off, there was a strange and agonising burning in the back of her throat, which a small section of her mind recognised as some sort of thirst. The rest of her mind recognised it as yet another sign to get out of there.

How did she even get in here anyway?

She relayed her previous actions. Argument with Luna, visit to coffee shop, drunken song, creepy twilight fan, and then arriving home late. Slowly, she connected the dots.

Luna. Luna did it, the bloody-

CLANG!

Where was she?

CLANG!

Somewhere cramped, smelly and disgusting.

CLANG!

And now she had to put up with this.

Sometime between falling unconscious and getting dug up, Nancy must have gone into some sort of rage, because she had smashed her way out of the coffin (which Luna had very conveniently found) like a caffeine induced she-hulk and then started screaming at Luna about how it was completely out of order to put her in a coffin because of what had happened the night before. Nancy really was completely crazy, Luna thought, if she could convince herself that someone would actually bury her alive for spilling nail-varnish on a cheap living room rug. That being said, her speech had evolved to a rant about every little thing Luna had ever done wrong and then finally into some rather sickly series of snarls.

And it was supposedly the werewolves which acted like rabies-infested lunatics.

Somehow Nancy had revolved to simply attacking Luna. She rushed towards her with inhuman speed, then clawing at Luna's face. Blood leaked down Luna's cheeks, staining them red. Noticing this, Nancy's eyes focused intently on the fresh blood as two tiny fangs poked out beneath her upper lip and dug into her bottom one. Luna had barely any time to whip out a bag of blood before Nancy's teeth closed in on its target - Luna's neck, which was now protected with the said blood bag. Nancy continued to gnash at the bag, greedily devouring its contents and tearing the plastic apart.

Luna took the momentary distraction as an opportunity to get the hell away from the newborn. Once she reached a safe distance, Luna frantically threw the rest of the blood bags she had acquired in Nancy's direction so that the woman could inflict her newborn strength onto the bags rather than Luna.

Watching as Nancy destroyed the remains of her blood supply, Luna slumped down onto the grass, pressing her palm to her forehead in frustration. What was she going to do now?

Nancy was a vampire. It probably had something to do with the cafe incident. And if Nancy still refused to believe in the supernatural, Luna was going to slap her. Hard.

AN: A big thanks to everyone for reading this, and a special thanks to thehoundsofasgard for favouriting! :)