• I finally felt myself regain consciousness, my head spinning and feeling horribly groggy. It was... dry, wherever I was. I guess someone dragged me off the streets and out of the rain. But it felt horribly cold.. and eerily still. Was I dead?
    I opened my eyes, my vision slowly clearing from the horrible blurs. It was horrible dark where I was, and so cold I could see my breath. My body ached as I sat up slowly, holding my head. "Ugh..."
    "So you finally woke up," a man's voice said from the dark. Instinctively, my hand reached for my boot to grab the knife I kept in it. I glared down, realizing my weapons had been take from me. A small chuckle rang in the dark when I looked up. "I cleaned you of your knives. I didn't want you to attack me."
    I sighed and slumped against the wall, looking down to see I was rested on a bed. "So why did you pick me up?" I looked back into the darkness and still nothing. "Who are you?"
    "My name isn't important," the voice said as a pair of violet, shining eyes appeared. "I helped you because well..." A figure appeared before me, his white teeth shining in the dark. He leaned close to my face, his red hair falling over his shoulders. "... you smelt interesting."
    "Do I stink or something?" I said blankly, staring into those burning violet eyes.
    He shook his head, a cold, white hand gently being placed on my cheek. "You're so hollow on the inside... I can see it in your eyes. Do you want me to help fill that void?"
    I turned my head to the side, but the cold, white hand remained on my cheek. "You don't know what you're talking about..."
    "But I do... Let me help you..."
    I glanced back into his eyes in question. "How are you going to help me then?"
    "Just give me permission..."
    "What are you going to do?"
    He hushed me softly, the cold fingers trailing down my neck. "Just let me help..." I sighed and slumped, showing my submission. He smiled and his cold, thin lips gently pressed against my neck. I shivered when his tongue licked my skin, and my skin felt like ice. He chuckled lightly and a gasp escaped my throat as a sudden pinch pierced my skin. He bit me, and I could feel myself bleeding. This man was a vampire, I should have seen it before. He gently sucked on the small wounds and started swallowing the blood, wrapping his arms around my waist.
    I leaned my head back, my back arching. A moan escaped me and my body started to burn with pleasure. Why did this suddenly bring such.... ecstasy? I gripped tightly onto the sleeves on his forearms, his arms rocking me gently. After a moment that felt like it was an eternity, he released me and stood off of the bed. I slumped against the wall, my chest heaving and my eyes half lidded. I looked up at him lazily. "Why..."
    "... does it feel so good?" He licked his now apparent fangs, and smiled. "I can't explain that to you. However..." He brushed the strands of hair out of my face gently. "I assure you that you will feel much better emotionally by tomorrow morning. Now rest, my dear..."
    I smiled weakly as he lay me back onto the bed and I fell asleep, my body completely relaxing for the first time in three years.