Darkness. That's the last thing you saw before an indescribable pain filled your body. Were you dead? Were you dying? You don't know. You don't want to know. It was slow... slow and hell. You try to open your eyes but you can't. You take one last deep breath before falling into death, or so you thought.

Your eyes shoot open, are you in Hell? Heaven? Somewhere in between? You look around and see a tall man with brown hair in front of you. Blood... blood was on his face. The sight looks... delicious. You grip onto your throat. You're so thirsty. It wasn't just dehydration though, it felt like acid was burning your throat. The man notices this and he laughs.

Emmett: "Eager, aren't we? Don't worry... I'll get somethin' for you to drink, Angel."

He laughs to himself and leaves you alone in the room you were in... wait, how did you even get in here? You shake your head, just grateful to be alive, and lay back down. You close your eyes once again, trying to sleep, but you can't. The brown-haired man comes back.

Emmett: "Don't bother. You can't sleep."

The guy hands you a glass of red wine, but it smells better than wine... you take a sip, it is so sweet. You look up at him and he smirks.

Emmett: "Good, right?"

Emmett plops down next to you and plays with your hair gently. You look back down at the wine and it hits you. This isn't wine. You turn back to the man and realize-

Emmett: "Finally noticed, huh?"

He laughs loudly and rests on the bed before turning back to you.

Emmett: "I'm the one who saved your life, and the only way to do that was... you know."

He shows you his sharp teeth and you almost have a heart attack at the sight. You want- no, need- to know more. But honestly, the true question was, why? Why did he save you of all people?