Blood spewed out from ever cut that my father had given me. The last thing I remembered was be taking a knife and thrashing it into his chest, before taking off down the street and to my secret hiding place. I wasn't sure if he would follow me, but I made sure that I had kept a great distance away from him. I covered my blood trail with the wet mud and continued my journy to the hidden lake in the forest.
When I got there, my body gave way and I fell near the sand shore. I whimpered ever now and then; as the rain began to fall, I cried out in pain as the water seeped into my cuts. I heard a shuffle in the bushes and started crawling into the lake. I was already dead, so why not end it before something else did. I thought to myself.
I saw a muscular frame standing before me with curious golden eyes. But then a small hiss escape from his mouth and then his body tightened and his eyes changed to a bright red.
His crimson eye's looked over my limp body near the water. I was afraid but I didn't care if death was finally taking me as it's victim. He parted his lips before slowly shaking his head. He reached forward, causing me to flinch and whimper away.
"It's okay I wont hurt you." he said as he looked over my fresh wounds. I looked at him with tears falling down my eyes as I felt my self drifting away.
"You're dying..." He whispered sadly. "... I'll make it all better..." he whispered again before pulling me slowly into his arms. His eyes returned to Crimson and my thoughts began to run wild. He kissed the crook of my neck and lowered his fangs, tearing a layer of my skin. I began to writhe in pain; fighting and trying my hardest to run away. But the acidic taste and burning sensation took over my body and knocked me cold...