"Why do you do this?" A guy begged, a small trickle of blood coming from a cut on his head. Another person, tall and handsom, stepped into the moonlit field. "Shut up," he hissed. "We need food, and you look tasty." He bared his teeth as his friends stepped out of the shadows, surrounding the kid. The kid whimpered, the cried out as the people swooped down onto him. A loud bang echoed through the otherwise empty field, and the people fled, leaving the kid shivering, huddled up against the ground and whatever warmth there was left in his jacket.
A while later, the kid woke up to a strong light. He groaned, closing his eyes to attempt to block it out. His eyes flew open and he tilted his head to where he heard a soft bang. He heard footsteps, soft talking, and more clanging. He sat up as a girl walked in. "Hello," She said softly. "Welcome to Jefferson Memorial Hospital. Don't worry. You just took a beating..." She trailed off, then left quickly, muttering. The kid frowned, then jumped off the bed and crashed into the wall. He jumped back, gasping. What the hell just happened? He thought. I don't feel anything. That should have knocked me out! His eyes widened as he thought, My god.. I can't be!
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Crooked Arrow
VampireSean - A normal boy until he was attacked by a group of rouge vampires. He hates what he has become and has vowed never to take a human life. He meets a girl fleeing from the same vampires that claimed his soul, so he helps her - and tells her what...
