Victim

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(A/N: soooo I know that Encre would die or be transformed from a bite but it's my story.)

Encre's P.O.V

I walked home pushing through the day-to-day crowds which I had gotten used to. I reached for the door knob but I froze... something didn't feel right. I was sure my house was untouched as I unfroze and did an area check to make sure nothing was out of place, I walked in. the feeling was still there. I checked the house top to bottom, nothing, I felt like this when something bad were to happens because I have had this feeling when I was younger... the night I was almost killed...

Oh god am I going to die?  I thought. I headed up stairs to my painting and began to work on it once more. I was choosing another color when I dosed off. I woke up and the room was dark, but light enough for me to light a candle. I went downstairs and lit a few more candles so I could see. I took a glass from the cupboard  and went out side to get water from the well and wild flowers. I left the glass inside, but the moment I opened the door a gust of wind came in and blew out the candles. a horrible sense on dread hung over me. It was darker now, we were on winter's edge. I began to walk to the well when I herd footsteps behind me I winged around to see a vampire a good 1 1/2 (Its one and a half.) feet taller than me. startled and scared for my life I fell backwards. I blinked and before I realized it, they bit me.

???????'s P.O.V

The skeleton from last night ... I thought while watching from the shadows. there's no way I'll be able to take him willingly... I came out from the shadows and followed him, I was going to attack from behind so it would less threatening, but I swear to god either he herd me or has a deadly kind of intuition because he spun around falling backwards in fear in the process. I had to be quick before he screams... I bit him, drank enough blood not to kill him, nor let him keep his eyes open, I drank enough to make him pass out. I backed off and picked him up. his shirt collar, the left side of his neck and part of his shoulder, drenched in blood. "just hang on till we get home." I said quietly as I flew off, the pale skeleton in my arms, into the black abyss of the night.

(A/N: short chapter, I know, but I thought I was decent on the ending.)

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