Quick note before I begin this story, it might contain curse words but then again it might not. So sorry in advance, I don't curse in stories I try not to but if there is a couple curse words I'm sorry. Okay, carry on

I landed hard on the ground, my attacker smiled evily, his red eyes full of bloodlust. "Hush hush little hunter, you'll learn." He pinned me to the ground, teasingly biting my neck. "What's wrong little hunter? You wouldn't want me to accidentally," he purposely scratched my arm, "kill you." I don't know what was stopping me from grabbing my knife in the back of my shirt and stabbing this vampire.

"What's wrong little one? Afraid to call for help? Afraid to trembel in fear?" "Emotions are past me, I don't show fear." I said, avoiding his eyes, I can't believe me, A great vampire hunter, is pinned to the ground by a vampire.

"Your blood smells... Amazing. Would you mind if I," he paused to force me to look up at him, "took some for myself?" He lowered his head towards my neck, I stiffened up. He can't get to me, I won't let him. His fangs brushed the pulse point on my neck. I reached for the knife in the back of my shirt, and stabbed the lothesome vampire in the stomach. Before I could though it was too late, his fangs were in my neck. He was pushing something into my blood, it hurt like hell. Fire was in my veins, I couldn't stand it. "S-STOP!" I yelled, my vision was hazy, I couldn't breathe. I tried pushing him away, but his grip was iron hard. I couldn't escape, this fuckin' vampire, the one thing I hate most in the whole world, was turning me into one of their own. That was NOT cool with me. I passed out before I could fight back anymore