That man had slipped something into his bourbon. He'd never been in that bar before, but after a fight with his cousin he had to get away, and a drink sounded like just the thing to calm him down. He'd drained the entire glass before he realized something was wrong.
He woke up naked and freezing in a dark room. Moonlight was streaming through an open window, a chilling breeze pushing gossamer curtains into the air. A man and a woman were standing over him. They bared sparkling white fangs at him before biting into his flesh, the woman sucking greedily at his neck, the man from his wrist. He screamed and begged and pleaded, but after a while, he was too exhausted to continue.
He lay still as they drained the life out of him. Eventually, he couldn't even speak.
And then, just as he was about to die, the man bit into his own wrist, and then held it over his lips; the Vampire's blood dripped into his mouth and he swallowed. The last thing he saw was the man smiling.
He was reborn in excruciating pain, fire coursing through his veins. Screams echoed in his ears and he realized in horror that they were his own. His back arched up off the bed, but he had been tied down, silken cords around his wrists and ankles- eventually he stilled, voice hoarse. He was released and the woman thrust a goblet into his hands.
"Drink."
He did as he was told, gagging as a thick, warm substance slid down his throat. It spilled over his chin and ran down his neck and chest and he realized it was blood, but by the time he figured out what it was, the feelings of disgust had turned into ecstasy and his transformation was complete.
Edward Vaughn was a vampire.
