You were only a newly turned vampire..

You’d been at the wrong party, at the wrong time, and now.. you were fighting urges you never even thought you would have to fathom. So, you did have a few weak moments the past few days.. a few victims. But, oh, you were so scared.. So alone. There was no one you had to get you through this, to help you make sense of the cravings.. of the fangs that sprouted from your mouth with need any time someone walked by. You hated this.. You were on the run.. there was no doubt that you couldn’t stick in one place for too long, you would be caught and killed.

You’d heard of hunters.. you had. But, you could only hope and pray that you wouldn’t encounter one. All it had taken was one night, one bite, and your life was altered forever… now you lived.. undead, and in fear.

You were rushing down the sidewalk of a busy city, in the heart of downtown. You had just fed on some rambunctious drunkard.. and you were shivering in the cold, stalking away.. and hopefully inconspicuously as that. From the outside? You looked like a scared child..lost. You heard a voice call out to your from a an old car.. “You alright there?” The man before you tilted his head, brow creased in concern.. and he seemed kind. Genuine. You shamed the thoughts in the back of your mind that reeled at the faint scent of his blood.. “You seem lost. Do you need help getting home?”

Little did you know, Cross had been following you for a while. He was a bounty hunter of sorts, specifically for vampires like you.. He wasn’t fond of them. Vampires. He had his reasons, and he decided that they.. things like you.. shouldn’t be allowed to roam and wreak havoc the way you did. He was only luring you. Your best interest was not at heart in the slightest.