John Doe

Can i borrow a Fiver?

John sat down on the only thing that cost a decent sum of money. It had a spruce base and what John was currently sitting on was a red plush cushion. It was stuffed with literal feathers or atleast that's what the courner shop owner said.
He sat staring at the bullets of rain that hit the windows.  Why did this always happen to him? Why does everything strange happen to him?
It isn't as if this was the strangest thing that's ever happened in his life , no.
  For example the first time he met Matt. He opened the door and his senses stung. Salt poured into his eyes ; alcohol invaded his nostrills along with shame. He shambled to the melancholy bar and ordered a simple rum . He sat there and rubbed his eyes , only from a close inspection could you he had been crying. He was recently kicked out of his friend group after denying the 'gift' of vampirism. He was also kicked from his job as he was to much of a risk to work with. He felt close to breaking something however a tall man lumbered his way. He sat on the adjacent torn bar stool as the bartender nade his way to give John his drink he sighed.
"The usual, Mr ..."
The words blured after that as he didn't really care who the person was.
All he wanted was to forget his crippling debt and lack of social life.
"..okay?" Words came from the other guys mouth. He did not catch the first halve but he just simply shook his head and procceded to gulp down his rum. It burned his throat. He made a disgruntled noise and proceded to worsen his posture.
"Do you need.. I will happily give you one." John was in a bad state not because the rum ,he had a rather high drinking tolerance, but because he was having a dissotive episode. He felt almost powerless and not in control of his actions. He just nodded and follwed the tall becoming taller man. 
  He couldn't walk straight so the man held him as any friend would. John didn't like this but he felt as if he could do nothing as if no one else existed. If anyone walked past they could easily presume that this was a man helping his friend who got a little to tipsy. This was not the case for John. At this point John had completly lost control he couldn't rember parts, fragments of walking of being shoved. He rembered one part clearly.
  The man leant in to bite John's exposed neck his teeth streched and molded into sabers. He felt its breath on his cold neck. Snap. John looked up and saw a blur of a punch swung in towars the vampire. Matt stood proudly as his hands loosely hung close to his face. Blood was flicked across the floor. Not John's but the vampires.
"This is my territory what are you doing here?" Matt spat.
The vampire hissed like a cat who had just being scared by a 3 year old toddler.
"H..." John manged to squeeze out a sound as Matt flikered his view to him.
This only made him madder. He lunged in and lashed out at the vampire. His punches almost gliding through the air. John knew only now why the vampire took the beating. Matt was Alpha and Omega. Simply put Matt was his own pack.
   The vampire almost dissolved into thin air as it ran. Matt dashed over to tend to John. Matt's words were blurs. He felt Matt reach into his pocket and pull out his phone. John luckly had all his info on his phone , including his address. Matt picked up the empty husk that John had become and walked him to his car.