You jog down the street, your pony tail swishing behind you. You jog in place at a crosswalk, waiting for cars to pass. You get the right away to continue on with your run. As you pass a dark alley, someone suddenly pulls you into it. You let out a small shriek as they hold you tightly. "Let me go!" You exclaim, struggling away from them. Your attacker shoves you to the ground and kneels on your stomach. You try to scream but the breath is taken from you. You look at the man above you, his eyes black. Your eyes widen and fear drops into your stomach. He opens his mouth to reveal fangs. "No...no! Somebody help me!" You gasp. The attacker puts his hand over your face and presses it into the ground. You let out a muffled cry, unable to see the man anymore.
The attacker lowers his mouth to your neck and bites you. You scream in pain. A minute goes by and then he jumps off of you. He quickly flees the sight and leaves you alone in the alley, bleeding.~
You put your hand on your hemorrhaging neck and stumble down the neighborhood street, your vision getting blurry. You trip on the sidewalk and collapse to the ground. You let out a piercing cry from the pain and sob, tears pouring from your eyes. "Somebody help me!" You exclaim. "Please." You beg. Your eyes close and you pass out.
A minute later you're up, writhing in pain. You notice a man exit his house and see your body on the ground. His eyebrows draw and he looks around. Seeing no one, he rushes over to you. His eyes widen when he sees the bleeding wound on your neck. You look up at him with pain filled eyes. "Help me, please." You plead. "Help me. I'm-I'm dying." You choke out. "I'm Mitchell. Who are you?" He asks, staring at you. "Y/N..." You cough. "Please, I'm going to bleed to death if you don't help me. You have to call an ambulance." You say. "And what do I tell them? That you were bit by a vampire?" He asks. Your eyes widen. "How did you know that?" You ask. Mitchell stares at you. "It's plain to see." He mumbles. You reach over and grip his hand with your bloody one. "Please, save me." You plead. He bites his lip, clearly at war with himself. "Please." You cry. He looks away, his eyebrows drawing. After a long moment Mitchell finally speaks. "Fine." He mutters. He grabs a pocket knife out of his pocket and opens it up to the knife. "What are you doing?" You ask, staring at the knife. He opens up his hand and quickly slices down the middle of it. "No!" You exclaim. "What did you do that for?!" You shriek. His blood drips to the ground. "Here." He says, bringing his palm up to your lip. "I don't understand." You say, looking up at him. "You need to drink my blood." He says. "What?" You gasp, your eyes widening. "Listen to me, Y/N. I've never seen you in my life and you've never seen me. You were bitten by a vamp and you're dying, do you understand? The only way for you to live is for you to drink my blood and become a vampire." Mitchell explains. "You mean you...you're a...." You breathe. He nods. "Yes, yes, now please, drink!" He commands. You hold in his hand in your and bring his palm closer to your lip. You stare at it and close your eyes.
You drink Mitchell's blood and then turn away, spatting. "Ew, copper." You mutter. You cough a few times, your hand at the base of your throat. "I better get you cleaned up." Mitchell says, helping you to your feet. You look up at him confusedly. "Thank you...?" You say. He smiles for the first time. "You're welcome." He murmurs. "Um, I, uh, I think I'm going to need some time to process this." You state. "The guy who bit me was a vampire..." You start. "Probably one of Herrick's men." Mitchell says. You stare at him. "Herrick?" You ask. "I'll explain it later." He says. He looks at you and puts a hand on your shoulder. "You're going to need me for the next few months. This vampire stuff..." He trails off, shaking his head. "How hard can it be?" You ask, raising his eyebrows. Mitchell gives you a sidelong glance. "A lot harder than you can imagine." He breathes. You bite your lip. "I'm scared." You state. "You have every right to be, Y/N. What you've been through today...you're unable to brush it off like nothing. Your life just got a whole lot more difficult." He says. You glare at him. "Well, thank you for the honesty." You snap. Mitchell stops walking and takes your shoulders in his hands. "I need to be honest with you, Y/N. This is not a game. This is real life. Your real life. I'm not sugar-coating things for you." He states firmly. You sigh and then nod. "Okay." You whisper. He smiles and then puts a hand on the small of your back. "Come on, we have a wound we need to clean." Mitchell says.
[THE END] I hope you liked it!
