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𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 ROCHESTER WAS BEAUTIFUL, one of the most beautiful towns in the United States and not only because of it's architecture but also because of the angels living there. Well, one angel in particular who immediately caught Nathaniel's eye.

He'd had girlfriends before but they were more flings than an actual love interest. There was something about the blonde beauty that had never even bat an eye in his direction that made his non-beating heart race.

Most people would say it was creepy, but not so much for a two-hundred year-old vampire who couldn't go out into the sun without sparkling like a disco ball. He had been watching for her quite a while, he'd seen her walk down the streets with her arm hooked with a man Nathan could swear he knew and he'd also taken time to know most things about her.

He wasn't a stalker, he was just in-love with a girl he'd never met, although he would never admit it. She liked jewellery, he had seen her enter the local jewellers every Thursday with her mother and he also noticed the way she was with her baby brothers, how she was so motherly towards them.

The girl had a life, a perfect one and he knew that if he intervened because of his stupid feelings, he would completely ruin and destroy everything. So, to save himself the pain of watching her enjoy her life without him in it everyday, he decided to leave Rochester and head towards Salem, Oregon.

It was nighttime when he decided to take his leave, the streets were silent and the only sound was the birds tweeting and the wind gushing against the side of his face, causing him no coldness whatsoever considering he was already colder than can be.

Nathaniel stared down at his pointy shoes, watching as the black laces slapped against the faux dark brown leather every time he took a step. But, his peaceful stroll was interrupted by a scream in the distance and he dropped his single backpack almost immediately, speeding faster than lightning towards the loud sound.

There were at least five men, men that looked to be drunk, all huddled around in a circle, laughing their heads off as a woman's whimpers could be heard beneath the loud laughing. Without hesitation, Nathan stomped forwards, his fists curled down by his sides. This wouldn't be his first rodeo with rapists, and he was sick of them.

"Hey!" Nathaniel yelled, catching the attention of all five men, who all immediately jumped away from the naked blonde on the cold concrete, staring over at the red-eyed teenage boy, "You think this is funny? Huh? You think this is fucking funny, you assholes?"

He approached one of the men and threw his fist into his face, feeling a sense of satisfaction after he heard the man's jawbone cracking. He was knocked out cold, meaning that Nathan could easily kill each and every one of them without struggle, and that was what he was going to do.

"Woah, we didn't mean any harm." A dark-haired man with a familiar face held his hands up in surrender, a terrified expression on his face and Nathan rolled his eyes, shaking his head in disbelief. It was a lie, he could tell by the look in his eyes and plus, they all said the same thing.

"That's what they all say." Nathan wrapped his hand around the man's neck, holding him up in the air by his throat with ease and just below him laid the dying, naked, beat-up angel who just couldn't move. Nathaniel had been so distracted by killing the men that he didn't even notice that she was dying, he finally realised when he heard her cough out blood.

He dropped the man without another care in the world and rushed over to her. The first thing he took into acknowledgement was the fact that she was naked, so he pulled off his long woollen trench coat and draped it over her to keep her warm, "Are you..."

Nathaniel didn't know what to say, it was incredibly clear that she wasn't okay and he didn't want to make her even worse by looking at her clothes-less body to assess her injuries. The only visible blood was coming from her mouth, so he assumed there was something damaged internally.

"I-I'm..." The beautiful woman stuttered and spoke weakly through her bloodied coughs and Nathan placed his hands on either side of her body, lifting her up so her body was upright. He wasn't exactly sure if that was the best idea, but he wanted her to be able to breathe and it looked like she couldn't laying down.

"Shhh... It's okay, you're safe." Nathan whispered, ignoring the scuffing of shoes behind him. He knew for a fact that they wouldn't try anything and that they'd just run off like pussies, which was exactly what they did, "Stay awake for me."

He didn't know her name, and he wasn't certain that that was the right time to ask — hell, it definitely wasn't. The woman was dying, Nathan knew that, anyone could see she was in agony. It was a split decision thing, she was an angel and her life was wasted because of five horrible, disgusting and animalistic human beings.

Nathaniel had never tried it before, biting a human and letting them become like him but he knew for a fact that it was the hardest thing a vampire could ever accomplish. To bite a human, taste their blood and resist not drinking it until they were dead. Nathan had extremely high self-control, multiple vampires had told him that throughout his lifetime, it was a fact.

He just didn't know if he could handle biting her and being able to stop. She smelled amazing, but not in a way that would make him blood-thirsty, that was a good factor. Her scent of sandalwood and vanilla helped soothe his worries about being unable to stop. She was dying either way, so it was worth a shot, right?

They didn't know each other, well, he knew her more than she knew him. There was a fifty-percent chance that she wanted to become like him, to live like him, to live his lifestyle with him. And, there was a fifty-percent chance she didn't want to do anything like that, which broke his heart just thinking about it until she opened her gorgeous yet bruised mouth.

"Help... me." She strained, her coughing uncontrollable and her eyes fluttered closed, her breathing slowing down quickly. Now, he was stuck in a rut and he panicked, patting her cheeks gently.

"Hey, don't die on me! Come on!" He yelled, placing both of his hands on her chest, starting C.P.R on the dead woman. He gave her thirty chest compressions before he leaned down, placing his mouth onto hers and pushed air down her throat. Then he repeated, he was starting to lose hope.

Nathan was beginning to think about what he was thinking just a few seconds ago. He was going to have to bite her, everything inside of him was screaming at him to not allow her to die.

Maybe he should've just taken her to the hospital.

That would've been a better outcome.

Maybe she would've lived.

That would've been a better life.

One she deserved.

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