I didn't know how much longer I could stand not knowing. Where was I supposed to go next? I could not go back to re-live everything and try to be happy living in my fake world.
My hair started to dance around in the wind as it picked up strength. I shivered delicately. It was getting to be way too late. I stood up and turned around back to my car. But there was something, more like someone, blocking the way to my escape. A tall, averagely built figure blocked my only escape and I knew I stood no chance of fighting him off. He walked forward from the shadows and stood under the only streetlight around, giving me a better view.
It was a man who appeared to be in his mid-twenty's. He had dirty blonde hair and gorgeous jade green eyes rimmed with thick lashes. He was wearing a closely fitted leather jacket and ripped jeans. His skin was a chalky white and it looked as if he might have had a little scar leading from his right eye to his hairline. He smiled a devilish smile and winked as I continued to assess and stare him down.
"Hello," he said making me jump. His voice was surprisingly nice and I couldn't help but shudder. I didn't answer.
"I know how you feel," he continued and another smiled played around the corners of his lips.
"How?" I couldn't help but ask. I was mesmerized but him and it didn't matter what happened now.
"I was like you once. Alone, and afraid. It's okay," he told me, taking a step forward, "It doesn't have to be like this." He paused. I knew I wasn't going to run. A sense of certainty seemed to be coming off of him drawing me in.
"I can help you," he insisted.
"No you can't," I told him looking down, "No one can."
He chuckled and my breath caught in my throat. When I looked back to him, he was no longer under the light but he now stood only inches away from me.
"I won't hurt you," he promised placing a hand on my cheek. A tear fell from my eye.
"Who are you?" I asked quietly looking deep into his liquid green eyes.
"My name is Andre and I want to help you, Ameaya. I've been watching you for a few weeks now and you seem to be very unhappy. I just couldn't stand it any longer," he said wiping the tear away.
"How do I know I can trust you?" I was barely breathing now. I knew I could trust him I just didn't know why.
"You just have to," Andre told me once again.
I stood silently, taking everything he said in. What was he? I didn't think he'd hurt me and I knew he was telling me the truth. He really wanted to help me, I could just feel it with every part of my body. But I needed to know…
"What are you?" I was still looking into his eyes.
He hesitated. "A vampire."
We just stared on as I let that information settle in. He was a vampire but did it really matter? No. I guess he sensed my choice because he slowly dipped his head closer to my neck. I let my eyes close and tilted my head back so that he would have better reach of my neck.
I shivered as his teeth grazed the base of my neck. Two of them on either side of his mouth poked at my skin. I thought vampires having fangs was just a myth. I swallowed and he sighed.
"Are you sure?" he mumbled into my skin.
I nodded. He kissed my neck and I thought I heard him apologize just before he bit into my skin. I couldn't help but scream as a shot of fire exploded into the side of my neck. My body went limp and I was thankfully caught but it didn't matter because as the venom spread so did the pain. I had a vague sense of flying as he lifted me off the ground and carried me into the night.
As the pain continued to wrap itself around me and as the venom made it's home in my blood, a black unconsciousness lingered on the edges of my world until it fully covered me and sent me into the last sleep of my human life.