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I was frightened, not knowing what was going on. My neck was crusted in blood, my hands were bloody and all I could smell was a sweet scent.
I knew how to get it, I knew what it was. But I was so shocked, so mortified.
What had I become?
All I remembered was a man, pain and here I am, with fangs piercing my bottom lip.
I stumbled into the alley, staying away from people. I didn't want to hurt anyone.
Were there others like me? Am I the first of their kind? What's going on? How long have vampires existed??
I sat down shakily, confused by my own thoughts.

Shame. That was the only word that could come close to describing how Hanei felt. One moment he had been fine, just idly walking the streets of Harper Rock, then he suddenly felt a hunger he couldn't control, and everything seemed to go red and black. It was like the first few times he had done something for Mother Death, killed someone, only this time...he hadn't killed his unfortunate victim. Who knows how many people he had attacked before he snapped out of it, but by then he only knew of one victim, the one that had been near dead and unconscious in his arms in the alleyway. Blood was all over the front of his shirt, and her neck, but he couldn't hear her heartbeat, not even with his heightened senses.

Never had Hanei even briefly considered becoming a Sire, but now here was this young woman who didn't deserve to die by his hands or anyone else's, and he knew of only one way to save her. He'd already drained nearly every ounce of blood from her veins, so now he cut his own wrist and poured it gently down her throat. Then he set her down as carefully as he could, she was light in his arms so it wasn't difficult, and then he hurried off, trying to find a black market shop as quickly as he could, and sprinting down the street at superhuman speeds to find her blood packs. He had to hurry, or she might hurt someone, maybe even kill them.

Weak, but hungry. Hot but cold. My own existence confused me. My eyes, slowly fluttering open as My throat let out a coraky growl as I smelled something sweet.
Blood.
Confusion, as to I couldn't control myself, I slowly rolled to my stomach, trying to use my arms to push me up. I was in pain and I didn't know how to stop it but my body seemed t know. Seemed to care.
I smelled a faint scent, familiar but not. I let in a deep breath and moaned of pain as I rose to my feet, stumbling into the nearby wall, my panting making it seem like I was drunk and high.
I pushed off and stumbled to the wall opposite side, suprising myself with my own strength.
What the HELL was going on?

Hell didn't really have anything to do with it, as far as Johnathon could tell it didn't exist--just existing as a vampire was a hell unto itself for most. He finally got to the shop, and had to nearly throttle the owner to get eh contraband packs, eight of them to start off. It should be more than enough blood for the night, and hopefully it would keep the girl calm. He hurried, keeping his face towards the ground out of habit, no one in the media had ever seen the face of the serial killer Hanei before, but it never hurt to be careful. Hunters and Blood Thieves may know who he is, so it was better to be cautious.

He finally reached the alley, and saw that the girl was awake. He walked over calmly, so as not to frighten her, and slowly held out a bag of blood. "This..." he said in a raspy voice, "is...what you...hunger...for..."

My head snapped up at the smell as a growl began to roll from my throat as I swallowed dryly and nodded, trying to move forward. My stomach contracted in on itself in hunger.
I reached out my hand.
"I need . . . that. . . please." I begged in a croaky voice. His scent sent a sense of unease through me. As if I suddenly got energy, I bursted forward and snatch a bag from him, and ripped a hole in it and poured it hastily into my mouth on instinct.
One bag was not enough as I wanted more, I didn't think anything. All I could think was food.
(Sorry, short)

Hanei knew well the hunger from when one is first Turned into a vampire. He knew it well, for he himself had experienced it when he turned, and several other times afterwards. All you can think about, all you can care about, is blood. You might not even realize that that's what you want, all you know is that you need to drink blood as soon as possible, and as much as you can. He just waited while she drank the first blood bag, then held out another.

"Listen...to me...if...you can...my name...is...Hanei" He began speaking in a low, raspy voice, clearly unable to speak any faster of his own free will, though the exact nature of why wasn't apparent. "I...am...your Sire...and....we....are...vampires...do you...understand?"

I grabbed the second bag hastily and ripped it open like the previous bag and poured its contents into my mouth, a little more calmly. I listened to him speak, though I could barely sort the words, I understood.
"Why. . . . " Was all the words I could form before the thirst became to strong and I lurched forward for another bag, my strength beginning to appear.
I wanted the blood. I knew it was blood but I didn't care. I just wanted it, I knew it was the only thing to quench my thirst, I wasn't sure how I knew, but I knew. I wasn't disgusted by it.
Yet.

Aria may have found her new strength, but she was still a 'fledgling' of sorts, only a newly Turned vampire. Hanei wasn't an ancient Elder vampire, but he was certainly stronger and faster than his childe. With some effort, he had whipped his hand out to stop her, shoving her in the chest hard enough to stop her without knocking her over or seriously hurting her. Faster than she'd leapt at him, he'd produced another bag of blood.

"I need...you...to listen...the...hunger..you feel...will pass...I'm going...to...give...you this...but you...must...try...to control...yourself..." Then he handed her the bag calmly, and allowed her to take it. "What...is your...name?"

"Aria." I sneered and snatched the bag, tearing it open and gulping it down.
I couldn't control myself. I never could. The thrist I felt was torturous and I wanted it gone.
Yet, I could sense he was stronger then me and held even a little power over me. I didn't like it. I threw the empty bag aside and fell to my knees, needing another bag.
"Please. . . " I begged and stood up again and took a rushed step forward, trying to hold myself back.

Hunger, hunger drives people to theft, assault, murder, you name it and there's probably been something illegal that someone has done in order to fulfill the human body's need for nourishment. In the case of vampires, that hunger is increased ten-fold, and the most exquisite, most filling steak in the world could never sate it. Unless, that steak was raw and dripping with an excess of fresh blood.

Hanei, as he was known to those who knew not his face, watched his ill-begotten childe drain the blood bag, only to drop to her knees and beg for another bag. Soon after, however, she tried to rush forward but was holding herself back. So, to lay down the law, he held up a very large handgun and pointed it right between her eyes. "You...will...remain calm...Aria...and I will....feed...you...Control...yourself..." He had no intention to harm this fledgling vampire, especially not since it was his Childe, and he her Sire, but he would defend himself and others if necessary. With his other hand he held up two more blood bags. "Stay...still...and I...will...give...it...to you."