Half-way between Klaus's house and mine, I crashed my car. It was on Old Wickery Road, right before the Wickery Bridge. My vision was blurred with tears as I realized the bridge was always the half-way point from him to me, and I stupidly drove off the road and into a tree. Thankfully, I didn't hit my head too hard, and I was still conscious when Woody Logan, the vampire, pulled me out of the car. He acted the part of the British gentleman, asking if I was hurt and what the hysterics were all about. At first, I wasn't paying attention; I played right into his hand.
Apparently, I really am naive and will listen to anything anyone says.
I didn't know Woody was a vampire until right before he compelled me into believing his bite wouldn't hurt and I could trust him. He didn't compel me to forget who I was or where I came from though, and he made a mistake when he assumed that I would be an easy target. Woody was exactly what Klaus had been looking for since he moved to Rheymey Falls, and I wasn't overlooking the irony of the whole situation; that on the night of his death a vampire appeared. And not just to anyone, but to me. It was fate. It was destiny. It was my last chance.
"You're a vampire," I'd whispered as soon as Woody's fangs descended into the skin on my neck. I saw stars dance in front of my eyes as he sucked the blood from me. I could feel my fingers tingle before they grew numb, and then my toes, and the numbness slowly crept up my body. He was going to suck me dry. He was going to kill me. "…You can save him…"
My words captured the vampire's attention. He grasped the back of my neck and yanked my head back so he could look me in the eyes as he questioned, "Save who? Why?" I didn't know that the reason Woody had interest was because he'd been alone an awfully long time, and I was the first human who wasn't afraid but intrigued by him. I didn't know it then, but I was right that immortality was a lonely thing without anybody to spend it with. Another piece of evidence that fate brought us together that night.
"Please…" I murmured weakly, "Can you make me…like you?"
Woody chuckled. "Make you like me? Well, love, you'd have to drink my blood before I killed you for that to happen. And why would I let you do that?" He told me exactly what had to be done to make someone a vampire. I wondered if he did that on purpose or if he was that confident he could kill me in a heartbeat if he wanted. He could. If he wanted to.
"You're going to kill me anyways," I pointed out.
Woody cocked his head to the side as if considering my request. His eyes flashed with new resolve before the black veins returned to his face and he latched on to my neck again, pulling the blood from my neck faster. He wasn't going to turn me. He wasn't going to grant me immortality. That was just it though, that was what gave me the push I needed to do what I did next: It wasn't for me. This act was selfless, because the truth was I didn't want it for me; I wanted it for him. I twisted my neck for a better angle and my nose brushed against Woody's neck briefly, his cologne stinging my nostrils. It was now or never. I took a quick breath in through my nose, and then opened my mouth wide and bit down on the skin on Woody's neck. I didn't have fangs, so I clamped my jaw together as tight as I could until I felt his skin burst under the pressure and the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. I wanted to gag, it was disgusting, but I forced myself to swallow it. I sucked in a mouthful of Woody's undead blood and drank from him as he drank from me.
Once Woody realized what I'd done, he shoved me off him and threw me backwards against my car. I felt the window smash behind me from the force, shards of glass imbedding through my shirt and into my back. I cried out from the pain and slumped down on the ground. Woody marched forward and pulled me up by the collar of my shirt as he shouted, "What the Hell do you think you're doing?"
