Damon X Reader: a bloody beginning

Into the waters below

You just stood there, frozen with terror

He was on the bridge now. He was staring at you with furious eyes, and an awful, cruel smile of a mad man. You just watched in horror. He pulled out his pistol, never breaking eye contact. You knew that he couldn't hit anything when he was drunk, but you weren't sure if he was drunk or not. Snapping out of your trance, you hopped on your bike in a desperate hope to escape this evil man. You managed to get a few feet further away from him before you heard the ringing of a gunshot and felt a mind numbing pain in your right leg. Losing your balance, you and your bike tumble over the safety rail and into the waters below. Your wounded leg made it impossible to swim to shore, leaving you to the mercy of the tides. Your bike chain came off your bike and wrapped around your good leg. Your face, arms, and back were scratched by branches like claws and rocks like teeth. And to make things worse, the tides were getting more violent, constantly threatening to drag you under at any given moment. Suddenly, the bike chain got lodged between some rocks, stopping you from traveling any further. The deep, murky waters began to look more and more like your final resting place. Your vision began to dim. But then, the bike chain came loose, and you drifted to a calm sandbar. The shallow waters allowing you to use your arms to flip yourself over. You sucked in air like a vacuum. Everything ached and burned. You lifted your head to examine your badly injured legs. There was no way you could get up and walk. You were still bleeding heavily from the bullet wound, and the bike chain took some skin from your left leg. You thumped your head back and started laughing. You did it, you escaped the monster you called your father. It was going to kill you, but at least you died free of torture. Your vision was fading in and out, your breath slowing, your eyelids becoming so much heavier every second. You couldn't call 911 because your phone had been drenched. You began to slip in and out of reality. You heard a crow somewhere off in the distance, or maybe it was close by, you couldn't tell. You closed your eyes for a brief moment, but when you opened them, you saw someone towering over you. He appeared to have black hair, bloodshot eyes, and something sticking out of his mouth. He unexpectedly bit his wrist. You told yourself that you were seeing things. You heard a faint whisper coming from the strange man. "Your lucky I found you before my brother did." 'Wow, I'm hearing things too' you thought to yourself. The stranger pressed his wrist against your lips and forced you to drink his blood. 'WTF IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW?!' your eyes just about bulged out of your head. His blood had a metallic flavor, like any blood would, but you noticed that the pain in your legs was slowly fading. He removed his wrist from your lips and wiped the blood off your chin. Then, you blacked out.