Of Coffee and Blood

Fear.
The one word that no one wants to be face to face with, well it was staring me in the face. I was on the ground broken. How could I tell, well my leg was twisted in a awful way and blood was pooling around me. A man was staring at me worry on his face, eyes a bright purple.

"Jazz don't give up on me! You have to stay with me!" His fangs were out.. Wait fangs?! Why am i with a vampire? ... he was in such a emotional state that I knew he would snap if someone provoked him let alone come near me. Wait how did I know that, why was a mythical creature standing over me and how did he know my name?! I felt myself fade in and out of conscious. I was dying. But here I am watching it all. " I must be dreaming." I thought to myself. But the pain feels so real how can this be a dream. All of a sudden I whispered out "I love you my crazy vamp." I heard a strangled sob or it could be called a cry of anger and then darkness.

In progress!! I am adding to this story very very slowly!!!