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CANADA. The sign read as the truck pulled passed the border around ten at night. He had never felt such a deep desire to leave Nebraska in his life. Even if it was just for a week before he was made to return back to the farm. If he went back to the farm. Calloused hands gripped tightly at the steering wheel as the truck began the journey into the big country wondering what city he would end up in.

Milk rays poured from the moon as the negative eight temperature began to creep upon Colt. Green eyes were tired as the pavement continuously moved underneath the vehicle. Over forty-eight hours ago he had been released from prison for a murder he had never committed. The military had changed him but never enough to kill the woman he loved and the man she was cheating with him on.

Anger made blood boil in his veins as he thought of how his mama cried. The dreadful disappointment in his father’s eyes and the scream from his sister’s mouth, she knew he hadn’t killed the man his girlfriend was cheating on him with. No matter how many times the cops would ask or beg him to tell where he had hid Kate’s body he could never tell them because he honestly hadn’t a clue. He didn’t know what weapon was used to kill the man that had been in her apartment but yet they arrested him.

Two years spent behind cold, dim bars. Two years of lousy food and bringing shame to his family’s name. When they had learned of new evidence they could no longer keep him. They had imprisoned the wrong person and now they would have to pay him. Each month the government would send his parents a check. Money that Colt believed was owed to his family for so much pain and suffering that had caused him.

Hours passed by before the tank light beeped a warning sign that soon he would be out of fuel. The closest city on the sign read Harp Rock. Following the signs carefully he pulled the truck into the city, a grin pressing tight against his lips as the first site to see was a club.

Necropolis. Pulling the vehicle to a stop the thought of getting gas in the tank was gone. Yanking a black leather jacket on muscled arms, Ariat boots forced their way inside. Two years was a very long time to not have any touch, any alcohol or any human interaction besides horrible men.

Music blared as the doors opened allowing the man to step inside. Many half naked women danced on the floor and near the bars as drinks were being served. Pearly white teeth flashed in every direction as he made his way to the bar. Get drunk. Find a girl to take to a hotel. That was the plane for tonight.

First shot. His face hid the disgust of whatever the burning liquid the bartender had served. Second and third began to not taste as bad. The burning had begun to disappear and the taste was almost gone. Four, five, six went down with ease as his body was now numb. His eyes setting towards the dance floor as a brunette beckoned him to dance with her.

Her skin smelled tropical as her butt grinded against the front of his body. Red flushed his face as he realized dancing was not his strong suit. Rough hands gripped at her waist as the music changed to another song. The alcohol taking full effect as his hips moved back in rhythm with hers.

When the song ended small hands slid into Colt’s leading him out the back doors. Emerald eyes watched every movement her body made happily following her. It was a matter of seconds before soft lips quickly found his as they begun to kiss heavily. His body pushed against the building as the woman tried to be cute and pin him. As her mouth moved to his neck Colt laughed quietly at each pressing kiss even letting out a soft moan when teeth began to nip at the skin.

Quickly the moans were replaced with cursing and almost a deep cry of pain. Razors sunk into the flesh of his neck as the woman’s strength increased. Blood gushed out of her mouth as she continuously drank, quickly weakening his body as she struggled to fight against her. His eyes drooped heavily as he groaned out. What a way to end your twenty fifth birthday…with death from a monster.

Jonah was on one of his infrequent excursions above ground. Aysel had done much to improve his confidence and assure him that he could walk above ground without hiding his face as he often did, but it still felt wrong without her holding his hand.

He was looking for a building. He had worked for Keara for a while now and enjoyed his work but was growing bored. With other aspects of his life giving him a sense of fulfillment, he started wondering if he might try his hand at running a business. It was little more than an idea at this point but it was enough of one that he wanted to see what store fronts were available in case he decided it was a good idea.

Per usual, he started in Wickbridge but soon left. It was too frequent a haunt of his and he did not think that it would encourage the type of clientele he truly wanted. Besides, he did not think he could find any place available to set up in. His steps took him north and he crossed the river in to Gullsborough. He knew it wasn't the right place but still gave it the benefit of the doubt, not necessarily hoping that it would appear here but willing to look for it regardless.

The killer eventually found himself outside the Necropolis. It was enough of a landmark that it was difficult for him not to end up there. He had spent little to no time there but still, it was a known location and from there, he could decide where to proceed. A low moan and then cursing drew his attention enough that he had to investigate. There were only so many things that could be happening and Jonah felt like he was required to involve himself no matter what.

He hoped that the scene he was going to stumble upon was a mugging. A gangster could be dealt with easily enough and a bite to the victim and they would continue on their way, none the wiser and in far better shape than they would have been left in otherwise. He was not so lucky. The man struggled against the woman at his throat. A passerby might just think that they were a couple doing whatever it was couples did outside the Necropolis but even that was unlikely.

Whispering a silent prayer to Nox, questioning why he was drawn in to these situations, he stepped in to the shadows and gripped the girl by the nape of her next, throwing her against the opposing wall. He ignored the human for now, trusting that the trauma was extensive enough that he would have no memory of the woman or himself, and stood over the female as she tried to regain her footing. "This is not how we feed. We take what we need and we don't draw attention to ourselves."

His hand was on the handle of his hammer but he did not draw it yet, waiting to see if there was enough reason in this one to acknowledge her mistake and move on.

Colton's hand quickly placed over the wound that poured his blood down his neck onto his leather jacket. Eyes widened as he watched the tall creature toss the one who had turned him into a meal. A meal? He must have lost more blood than he thought to think some one was actually feeding off him...like a vampire.

Brick wall met the woman's body as she fell to the pavement. Heeled feet quickly hit the pavement as fangs bared out at the one who had thrown her. Seconds passed before she realized that she didn't want to fight the man before her and quickly took off knowing she would die or be severally wounded.

Legs crumbled beneath the young man as he watched the woman run with fear. Relief filled his body. The thought of him bleeding out in the back of a night club began to creep up. ****. The devil himself must have come for him this night. "Are you going to kill me?" He groaned out as fear and anger filled his body. His eyes began to close more as he waited for the man like creature to answer.

The woman scampered off without answering. He should have called someone to help him deal with her but hindsight was 20/20. If she kept on like this, she'd show up again and her mistakes would be corrected. Jonah turned and looked at the bloody form, slumped against a wall. It looked enough like an animal attack that he thought he could leave the corpse there. You could only dump so many bodies in the sewers before it looked like something was being covered up and cougars and wolves and bears roamed in to the city proper enough that it was not completely unheard of for this to happen.

As he started to leave, the croaking sound of the human's voice broke the moment of peace that came with thinking his involvement with this incident was over. He walked towards him slowly and knelt, inspecting the damage. The wounds were pretty bad. The female did not care about preserving prey and taking just enough to get by. Typical for those that let themselves become more animal than human. Even if he got him to a doctor, it was unlikely that he would survive. As it was, he was looking at a pretty painful existence for a few more hours.

Finally, Jonah replied. "Depends. Do you want to die?"

Colt’s hand never left his neck as he watched the man…creature…devil before him. He had lived a good life until he was arrested for murder. His family and their farm were great. He had once had an amazing girlfriend until she found the arms of another. Groans rumbled deep down in the man’s chest as dull eyes closed for a moment trying to go over the situation in his head.

A deep sadness overwhelmed Colton as he opened his eyes looking at the one before him. “I do not want to die. I want to live. “His voice was hoarse as he wondered how he could really talk to begin with. It felt as if the woman had ripped half his throat out when she had started to eat him. Attempting to push himself up his lips curled into a forced smile.

Grunting as he leaned heavily against the wall, Colton quietly spoke. “Do I have to sell you my soul?”

His forearms on his knees, the killer sized the other man up. They seemed to be of a similar age and there was nothing obviously wrong with him. He even had enough of a survival instinct to try and find a way out of death this late when it came from as strange a source as him.

The next question out of his mouth would have made Jonah laugh it the scene wasn't so grisly. "No, don't have to sell me your soul. You just have to...be loyal. And strong." There were already enough in the city that did nothing but what they wanted to and he was unwilling to add yet another one to the mix. More than that though, his line was a hard one to be a part of. Something in it made so many of them too weak to be able to function in this life, part of why the Vedarians were still so small compared to the other ones.

He could see the light almost going out of the human's eyes so he leaned in closer. "This is not a promise, this is a chance. You have to be able to make it." His statement earlier was close enough to consent that the killer took it as such, and closed his own jaws over the still open wound left by the other vampire. His mouth was full of fangs though, and so the blood poured more readily.

Having already fed, there was no need for him to consume, not that there was really anything left in him, most of it having already found its way the ground, so it poured across the killer's chin. He continued to drain until the flow slowed to what felt like drops. Digging long nails in to his own wrist, Jonah pressed them to the other man's mouth. It was at this point that he had to show his strength and willingness to survive.

Colton’s mind raced quickly as he was sure this was all a dream and he would eventually wake up. The only problem seemed was that the pain was all too real as was the blood soaking into his clothes. Could he trust a creature that was telling him he wasn’t a devil yet looked like one?

Blue eyes casted away from the one before him as they took in the view of the night that surrounded them. A deep sadness was in the air as the moons little light allowed shadows to cast over the buildings surrounding them. Almost playing tricks making haunting figures on the buildings side. Coldness began to sweep over his body as he slowly brought his eyes to the man before him. “I am very loyal. I have always been loyal in my life and I expect to stay the same in death” He closed his eyes at the thought of dying. It didn’t seem like a bad thing just a bit too early. One always expected to live until their body was run down and breaking down from old age.

What little strength he had raised deep inside of him as the claws bit into his flesh. A deep scream ruptured from his throat before it quickly died down from exhaustion and loss of blood. Eyes drooped down almost shutting as the beating of his heart could barely pump what little blood was in his veins. The world suddenly became darker than he had ever known his entire human life.

Awful. The taste that slowly trickled over his tongue was awful yet welcoming. Metalic liquid slowly moved its way down his throat before his body instantly craved more. Lips latched to the source as it desperately tried to get more to feed the deep hunger of his dying body that was trying to survive. A low grumble pushed into his chest as a weak hand grasped at the man’s wrist forcing as much as he down his throat.

His body burned with pain and excitement. No breath filled his lungs and a heart didn’t beat and yet Colt felt strength return all over him. Sapphire eyes widened as low screams echoed off the building walls. Calloused hands grabbed at his mouth and body as sharp razors began to push their way out, the last of his body finally dying as pulled his legs into a fetal position. “What is happening to me?!”

Seeing the other man curl up in to a painful ball in the back alley, Jonah could not help but remember waking up in a gutter not too dissimilar to this and starting his own life. Unlike his own sire, he would not leave and let this one figure out what to do on his own. It was strange watching the turning happening before him. It had happened differently with Maddra and then Storm after her. Everyone took to this existence differently, even from the start.

He wanted to muffle the man's scream but it cut itself off quickly enough and he listened for the approach of any inquisitive parties but none came. There was some strength left in him though. The killer could feel the other suckling at the open wound and trying to draw more of his blood out. Good, he might actually make it.

Finally, the other stopped pulling on Jonah's wrist and he stood. It was then that the screams and moans started. Kneeling back down, his hand went to the other's throat, squeezing tightly to silence the sounds. "You'll be quiet if you want answers. I told you you'd need to be strong."