Skye's POV
I crouched behind one of those huge rubbish bins they have in alleys, terrified of what that man would do to me if he found me. A cold hand suddenly gripped my throat and hauled me to my feet.
"Found you." He stated, as if this was all a game to him.
"What do you want?" I asked whilst trying to pry his hand away from my neck. He just smiled. That was when I noticed the fangs. I had heard the stories of women going missing for days and then turning up dead with puncture wounds in their necks. Oh god! What if I was to be then next.
"Please." I begged "Please…Oh god please don't hurt me."
He lent in close. I felt the tips of his fangs slowly pierce my skin. I whimpered as he began to drink. 'Please don't let this be the end.' I prayed. Soon enough he pulled away, his lips coated with my blood. He lifted his free arm to his mouth, slicing through it with his fangs. Then he pressed the cut against my mouth, leaving me with no choice but to drink his blood. No more than a few seconds passed before a cry cut through the silence.
"No! stop don't drink!"
The vampire cursed, released his hold on me and ran out of the alley. My knee's buckled and I began to fall. A pair of arms prevented my collision with the earth.
"Oh god. Not again." A deep male voice said. "Laurence get over here, now!"
I managed to stay conscious long enough to see a tall man with dark hair kneel next to me, eyes filled with concern.