Warning, there is violence in this chapter but it's not much. If you are uncomfortable by this you should probably just skip the last paragraph :)

Jack woke up in his bed with a startle. The last thing he remembered from last night was that he went on a walk and came across a cabin and that's when he saw. A vampire? And a werewolf? No. That was a dream...right? Supernaturals aren't real...right? Well.....
He decided to shake off the thought and start his day.

Time Skip..

Eventually his day came to an end and he couldn't help but notice this feeling that he was being watched. He had managed to ignore it a bit by playing some video games.

Once he died for the twentieth time in a row, he decided to call it quits. Damn Mario maker all those expert levels are rigged. He turned off the console and sat in boredom. His mind travelled to the woods and his encounter yesterday, it felt so real it definitely wasn't a dream. He couldn't help but think about that vampire, Mark. It itched Jack in a weird way that Mark had called him a.......cutie, and how he said he was.....going to have fun with me. He just couldn't seem to get that sentence out of his head, those words were on infinite replay in his mind. He was kinda ho-. No, Jack. Don't think like that. You're not into guys or vampires or whatever he was. You have a girlfriend for Pete's sake and you love her....right? Never mind.
Jack felt his stomach rumble, he was pretty hungry. So he fixed his hair, grabbed his wallet and keys and headed for the store. Since he didn't drive he had to walk. It was only maybe a twenty minute walk there and back, there was this old alleyway that he could cut through so it would t as long. He decided to do that and head for the alleyway.
VIOLENCE IN THIS NEXT PART, you have been warned
He was maybe only halfway into the alley before he spotted two figures. A man and woman? From what he could see they were pulled close together, but the woman looked very limp. The second figure, what seemed to be a man, dropped the woman and her body fell lifelessly to ground. Jack stood fear filling every inch of his body. He couldn't move, he was paralyzed with fear. Then in a about one second the figure went from almost twenty feet away to inches away from Jack's fear filled body. Since Jack was so close to the figure now he could get a good look at who it was. This man wore a white poker face mask with a green hoodie and slightly torn and blood stained jeans. His skin was as pale as a ghost and you could see an evil smile spread across his face through his mask. This man then continued to shove Jack in one of the graffiti covered brick walls, making him smack his head very hard onto the wall. Blood ran down the back of his neck as the figure quickly approached him. "Hmm, what's a little guy like you coming all the way out here in the middle of the night" said the man as he grabbed Jack's throat with a tight grip, not allowing oxygen to enter his lungs. Jack struggled as he was lifted off his feet, still being pinned against the hard blood covered wall. "P-please let m-m-me g-go" Jack said through breaths he desperately needed. "Oh come on don't you want to get to know each other a little bit? Here I'll go first, my name is Cry. Now it's your turn" Cry said, digging his claws into Jack's neck leaving deep cuts. Before Jack could say or do anything Cry let out a scream, dropping Jack to the ground. Jack sat in a limp position as he sucked in air desperate to breath. Once he got his surroundings he looked to see Cry on the ground being punched repeatedly by......Mark? Jack stood up to fall right back down again from dizziness from not breathing and blood loss. He laid there watching watching Cry call out for help before his world turned to darkness