Bitten: First Bites

Prologue

The whistling of the wind surrounded her, but she couldn't hear it. All she could hear was the combination of heavy breathing and loud footsteps of her chaser. She ran past many mighty oaks of the town's forest, but all she kept running into was more mighty oaks. It was daunting for her, every turn landing in the same scenery- large, darkly shadowed trees. "Stop running you little bitch. If you keep running, you'll get tired and then you will quit trying to escape and it'll be all over for you. So just give up little lady." His voice was booming in her ears, but it flowed with the heavy winds that it was inaudible for anyone else that may be walking around to hear. She dared a peek behind her only to see that no one was behind her. She was running from nothing. She came to a screeching stop and stared around. She sighed with relief. She decided to carry on forward, exactly how she was running. But when she turned, she came face to face with the chaser. He was smirking, knowing that he had won and gotten her at her worst point, vulnerable and tired. A blood curdling squeal came from her lips, but with one blow to her head, she suddenly became silent, dead silent. She fell onto the depressing fallen flowers; their once bright and bold colours faded, from years of being unloved, uncared and unknown.

He took off his vintage leather duster and threw it in a heap near one of the trees. He then dragged her incapacitated body over to the tree and he placed her head on his lap, her neck fully visible to him. He stroked his sharp fingernails along the line of her jugular veins and revealed what happened to be the most dangerous thing about him- his fangs. He lowered his sharp canines onto the perfect spot for consuming her blood. When he pierced her neck, he could taste the blood pouring out of her throat and into his mouth. He loved the warmness of her A negative blood flowing past his lips and down his throat. He was holding her arm whilst feeding on her and when he started to feel the warmth of her skin becoming ice cold, he decided to finish his feed. He felt that it was better to leave her to die from blood loss than drain her completely dry and raise suspicions about the return of the 'bloodsucking demons from hell'. His kind already had enough of that bullshit, especially with all of the humans chasing them with stakes and garlic and holy water. He throws the nearly deceased female off his lap and sits for a moment to let the blood flow to every single part of his body. When he feels better, he stands up, grabs his duster and slips it back on. He places a red handkerchief on a knife and pierced it through the unconscious girl's chest, to make his mark on yet another victim. He turned to leave the park in peace until he heard another female gasp, who sounded frighteningly shocked.

Her eyes were teary and a bit blurry from the water trying to escape her eyes. His eyes were stared at her sharply with frustration. She had witnessed his disturbingly heinous crime and yet he couldn't move himself to physically confront her. All he could physically do was stand there like an idiot with his hands in front of him. "Now listen here, l really don't want any trouble. I know this looks real bad, but let me tell you that it's a really funny story and..." were the only words that could escape his bloodstained lips before she started to run in the opposite direction from the scene of the crime. It took him a second for his mind to realise that the witness was getting away and was nearing the exit of the forest. He then realized that if she managed to exit the forest, he wouldn't be able to grab her. He wasn't even allowed in the forest because it was CV territory, not Newborn territory. He finally managed to keep his eyes on the tanned brunette. He felt blessed and filled with glee when he saw her badly trip over a tree log that she failed to see. His senses started to work in full motion because he could see and smell her. She had the scent of dying lavenders, a sort of elder fragrance, even though she appeared young. Then he could smell the flowing red liquid pouring out of her left knee. It was O positive, his favourite type. She tried to stand up, but her thick cut wound stopped her full range of motion. She could barely rely on standing on the one leg, let alone running. His footsteps got faster, but then he came to a halt when he saw one of them carry her in their arms and walk out of the tree infested forest. They stared into her wide eyes until her eyes drooped down. She was put to sleep by their gaze. The chaser realised that he had lost this round, but he knew where she was going because the CV clan took him in the exactly same way that she was taken- escaping something fearful.

He knew...