It was a quiet night in New York City. Actually it wasn't, but Simon Luis didn't perceive any of the noise that surrounded him. He was concentrating on trying to hear any movement near him, smell any scent of possible prey, feel their veins beat.
He needed to drink. Now. He couldn't stop himself from thinking about the viscous red liquid that was to satisfy his hunger - his desire. He heard footsteps near him, but they weren't coming from a human. "Who is -" He couldn't finish his thought as he found himself in someone's stranglehold. "Don't even think about biting a human", Raphael tightened his hold, "have you understood?". Raphael Santiago, the one who got Simon into this miserable situation. Simon didn't want to obey but he was running out of air so he gave Raphael a fearful nod. As he loosened his grip, Simon fell to the ground, trying hard to breathe. Believe it or not, Simon Luis had been turned into a vampire. Into one of the undead. Into a monster. After he had been bitten by Raphael he had been left alone - unconscious - until he woke up in some alley in the US' most visited city. "What have you done to me?", Simon shouted so loud that half New York must've heard him. Raphael approached him and whispered into his ear: "I have plans with you, cariño". Then he gave Simon a gentle kiss on his cheek and handed him a blood bottle. "Drink that", he demanded and he disappeared into the depth of the dark night.
