Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene | Rosalie Hale

Prologue

April 15, 2005

Late at night, in a pub in Seattle, Washington, a man walks out. He readjusts his bag on his shoulder before shoving his hands in his coat pocket and looking up into the night sky. He notices the pouring rain and tightens his coat around his body, and starts his walk home.

He ducks his head in hopes to get less water on him as he strolls through the ally. He again adjusts his coat until being knocked down by an unknown source. He falls into the water-filled road losing his bag in the process. He turns around, trying to gather himself when he notices someone fly past him. He gets up from the ground and looks around frantically for the person.

"Who's there?" He asks, continuing to look around the empty street. He repeats, "Who's there?"

Someone grabs him by the throat and throws him into a nearby gate across the ally. He grunts, recollecting himself as he tries to get back up. He grabs his wounded shoulder and looks around once again. He notices a building occupied by a few people.

"Help!" He runs towards the small building until he trips but continues on. He runs towards the pier instead, looking back to try and find the person. He gets to the end of the pier and stops before falling into the water. He looks around, distraught, still trying to find his mystery attacker.

"What do you want?" He yells out and is returned with a slash to his hand. He stumbles backward before grabbing his injured arm. He looks down at his bleeding hand and then screams out in agony. He falls to his knees, still clutching his burning arm. He falls down completely onto the soaked pier floor, screaming once again in pain. He looks back at his palm to find a bite mark with a mix of rain and blood streaming down his arm. He yells out again, his body shaking from the pain. From a distance, his attacker watches her victim change into a creature the world knows as a vampire.