Vampire!

Puncture wounds

Jackson's POV

I was around stalking for a victim, when someone caught my eye. Or more precisely, my nose.  

He smelled delectable. AB positive is one of my favorites. I snuck up carefully, as not to alarm him. I 

sank my fangs into his neck, my mouth filling with the rich liquid. I was going to kill him, but I 

realized I could use him. As his heart slowed, I punctured my wrist. "Drink." I told him. He did 

immediately, coming close to draining me as well. I had to shove him off of me to get him to 

stop. I recognized the signs of a turning. He passed out immediately, signifying the physical 

death. But as soon as he comes to, I plan to take him under my wing.

Mark's POV

The last thing I remember was being attacked. Everything went black afterwards. I'm just now 

coming to, and I feel like death. I feel a sharp pain in my neck, and run my hand over some 

puncture wounds. Puncture wounds? I think. Then a man comes up to me, dressed in a fine silk 

shirt and slacks. "Wh...who are you?" I ask. My head is throbbing. I can hardly stand it. "I'm the 

one who made you what you are now. My name is Jackson." He said. "What I am now? What do 

you mean?" Then I feel an insane pain in my mouth. I run my tongue across my teeth, and a cold 

sweat envelops me. A vampire. "Why did you do this to me?" I cried. "You were a victim of 

circumstance. Plain and simple." I start sobbing. I never wanted this. But I pull myself together, 

since this is what I am now. "I will show you all you need to know. Don't be afraid." He said. He 

pulled me up and brought me to what I assume is his place. It is a very fancy old mansion, Near 

the heart of the city.