Simply  put... I hated it. Life. The hypocritical societies. The people with no drive. The leeches... but. If I hated them so much, why did I feel so much compassion and warmth for the man laying on the sidewalk, unconscious? Why did I feel he was different? I asked myself, as I kneeled down to press a hand to his face. He immediately opened his eyes and jumped to the other side of the alley, holding a gun to my head. I stared at him. “I’m not going to hurt you, you imbecile.” He narrowed his eyes slightly, then lowered his gun to waist level. “What are you doing here?” I asked, curiously, “None of your business.”

My eyes widened slightly, as I heard his voice. It was deep, sensual, but musical and had a nice tenor to it. It was the kind of voice you could listen to over and over again, and it would only sound more and more beautiful.

“Come on, you big idiot, tell me why you are here, or I’ll make you do so once we reach my home.” He glared at me, “Are you mute, deaf, anything? If not, then speak.” He sighed, “Are you so rude to everyone?” he asked, glaring at me. “I am helping you. Now get up.” I said coolly. He narrowed his eyes at me, and slowly stood up from his crouched position.

“Where are you hurt?” I asked, feeling his body, for injuries. He looked away, his silver hair, shining in the street light. His eyes solemn, “Why are you helping me?” I ignored him, then touched his ribs lightly. He winced,  then closed his eyes as I pressed my cool hand against it, healing him.

My body throbbed painfully, as I looked at him.  I began panting, heavily. I pressed my body against him, and my hands beside his head. He turned my face to his, kissing me roughly. I gasped, and closed my eyes. “Mhm...” I moaned, he turned me around and slammed me into the wall wrapped my hands around his shoulders and tried to pull him closer to me. It was such a passionate moment, that I forgot we were strangers. My fingers tingled and my body throbbed with longing. His long, slender fingers trailed down my hips, and spread my legs. I squeezed my eyes, and he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. Wasn’t he just pointing a gun to my head a moment ago...?

He pressed me further against the wall, as he kissed down my neck, I let out a small moan as he hit a sweet spot behind my ear.  My panting became heavier, and I plunged my fangs into his flesh. It was such an intimate moment. The sharing of blood between two people who hardly knew one another.

What a good start.