A/N: Just a little something to make it up to you guys. 

As soon as he died, he sat up and gasped, and then found that he didn't need to gasp. Not anymore.

The first thing he noticed was the burning in his throat, which was accompanied with a thirst for something he didn't fully understand. The second thing was his sister.

After leaving him to be alone for five years, she had waltzed back into his life like nothing had ever happened between them. As if she hadn't left him alone to face the cruel world, just after their parents died. She stood facing him, a smile on her face.

He growled at her and then frowned at his actions. He felt strangely threatened by her, something, once again, he didn't quite understand. He was angry, yes, but not threatened.

"Welcome back, big brother," she said, "Relax, it's natural for you to feel this way. I wouldn't expect anything less from a newborn."

Newborn?

She rolled her eyes. "A newborn vampire."

36 hours earlier

"Jesus Christ,'' Adam muttered under his breath. He winced as fresh blood flowed freely from the bullet wound, which was way too close to the heart for comfort. It's size was another matter totally. It felt as if it had been a tiny missile that had ripped through his patient's body.

His colleague rolled her eyes. "Pass the scalpel," she said to the assistant hovering anxiously in the background. The whole room was anxious, though the assistant was the only one who showed it. This was a very important patient after all.

As soon as the scalpel was passed, all hell broke loose. It was like a switch had turned. The machines started beeping, warning them that their patient was slipping through their hands. For a second, everyone froze. And then chaos erupted.

"Shock him, now!"

"Increase the voltage."

"Try CPR."

The last was a suggestion from the assistant who looked about ready to faint. Adam glared at him, effectively silencing him.

"Continue pumping his heart, while I inject adrenaline into his bloodstream."

Adam had lost all hope of saving the patient the instant the second shock had not revived him. He calmly removed his gloves, though on the inside he felt anything but calm. He had a feeling that something was going to go horribly wrong. "Renata, stop. There's no hope." For us, he silently added. He didn't turn to look back at the patient whose life he had been trying to save mere minutes ago, as he left the operating room.

He had been Adam's last patient for the day, and Adam didn't feel obliged to tell his family. One way or another they would know. And then they would come for him.

He was halfway home when bullets rained on the back of his car. He glanced at his rearview mirror and cursed. Two black cars were following him, both their sunroofs open with their men firing at him. Then, just as suddenly everything stopped. It was almost as if the whole world held its breath.

And then his car twisted, as it was rammed into from the side. His car skid out of control, and glass rained down on him as another car dashed into his side. There was just unbearable pain and the sound of his brakes screeching as he made one last desperate attempt to try and gain control of the situation. He shouldn't have done that as the right next second, following laws of physics beyond his understanding, his car flipped backwards and Adam felt, rather than saw, everything happen pitifully slow. He crashed into the pavement his car smashed and pieces of it protruding out of his body. He was trapped in such a state, that he could comprehend nothing but pain. Hot, searing, unbearable pain lanced through his body, and he felt pity for himself. It was just his luck that this would happen in a near empty highway, that it would happen when he was just mending his strained relationship with his sister.

I must be nearing my end if i'm seeing my sister right now, he thought sluggishly as he tried to blink away some of the unconsciousness that was claiming him rapidly. It couldn't be his sister who was walking towards his car, couldn't be her who was surviving even as the bullets hit her.

"Don't worry, big brother," she said, in a voice that contrasted the expression of murder on her face. If he hadn't been on the brink of death, he might have paled.

"I'm here."

Present time.

He drank the blood in the bag greedily, and didn't bother to voice his questions for he had just found out that his sister could hear his thoughts loud and clear.

"Yes, I'm the one who saved you. A little gratitude would be nice." she muttered the last part under her breath, though he heard it loudly due to sharp ears. He rolled his eyes, but was secretly happy and grateful for her. He had missed her a lot in her absence.

"Aw, I missed you too. But it was necessary as I was a newborn then and couldn't control myself," she said.

Who were they? The patient's family? He asked her in his mind, as he tore up another bag and drank up its contents greedily.

"Whoa, slow down Adam. I don't have very many blood bags left. As for your question, maybe they were his family, maybe not. I was too consumed by bloodlust to listen carefully to their thoughts. Now enough of your questions, we'll have plenty of time for those. Whole of eternity, in fact. For now, let's swim to England."

"Swim to England?!" he asked, speaking for the first time since his conversion. He was amazed at his voice. It sounded smooth and velvety, and definitely not like his voice.

"Yup. Vampires don't need to breathe, you know. Not unless they need to talk. Yes, we can survive sunlight and yes we have all those things. And yes, you might have powers." she answered all his unvoiced questions, sounding exasperated.

"Why England?

"You got something better to do?" she asked him, raising her brows.

"Nope, England sounds fun. Let's go."

And so they did.

The End.

A/N: I'm really sorry for the past few months but my life has never been more of a mess than it is right now. Even after having thousands of years of experience I still can't seem to get it right. *winks* I'm also quite sorry about FFB  and I don't think you can expect anymore updates right now.