Chapter 1- Day of Fabian

The rain slashed at the window and filtered the light a dreary grey. Fitting really, I was kinda feeling a dreary grey. The bus ride to school is one of my more peaceful luxuries. I blankly stared out the window, focusing on my music, a chorus of pain and rage that had a surprisingly calming effect. "So Eva, how was your weekend?" Kev had to be the best bus driver ever, and as always he was cheerful. I admired that, being so cheerful early in the morning was impossible for me. "Yeah it was good, I mostly just slept" I reply half-heartedly, just a normal weekend of pure nothing. A monotonous routine. Eat, sleep, eat and then sleep. Nothing changes. Unless it did. My mind was off again, with far-fetched fantasies of celestial gods, vampires and all sorts of fantastical ideas. I was soon lost in my thoughts.

Another routined day has passed, but one of my favourite parts of the day was walking home from the little green bus stop. I waved goodbye to Kev as I set off across the deserted football oval. The cold wind nipped at my fave and a few sprinkles of rain caressed my hand as I held it out. I had reached the nature park, my favourite place ever. A haven, closed of by the embrace of the tall maple trees, bare of their leaves at this time of year. Left over raindrops still clung and dripped like shimmering diamonds. I put all my attention on the fallen, crisp autumn leaves. Each crunch gave me a small slice of satisfaction. Out of the corner of my eye I spot a dark splotch trailing of towards a hedge. Curiosity overwhelmed me and without time for thought my legs dragged me toward it. Then I stopped. It was...blood?

My breath caught in my throat. It was dark, nearly black, and I could smell it. I could almost taste it in the back of my throat, it's metallic tinge tainting my breath. It was strange. I have seen blood before, but this, this was different. I couldn't quite describe it, but it was, dense? I moved toward it, walked through my unease like a thick cobweb. I suddenly felt a strange pang in my side, as if... No, my imagination was running wild again, no one else was around. So why did I feel...watched? Naturally, this feeling only made me want to explore further. A feeling of being watched? This was straight out of all those supernatural novels I always read. The need to investigate welled up in my chest as if I would drown if I didn't tend to it.

Our eyes met. I could've screamed. In fear? Maybe. In joy? Possibly. He looked kinda surprised, but I'm certain I took the title of shocked here. "Um, excuse me, please forget you saw me" his voice, sounded like smooth, ancient wine. Who's voice? I'm forgetting. I should, go home. Wait. I turned back to meet the eyes. The deep amber eyes. "Hold on just a second" I started, but the shock in those surreal amber eyes paused me. I shook myself and continued; "Are you ok? Is that your blood?". He also shook himself because a hard look came over his now scarcely visible face. He stood. That was what threw me off. All of a sudden I can see him, all of him, towering over me. At a godly height I should've been intimidated, I would've shrunk away from him. But, he lost his intimidating demeanour when I spotted him clutching at.... Where was his other arm? I shuddered at the overwhelming stench of blood, as it dripped blackish crimson and thick from his hand that made a feeble attempt the stop it. "Y-you're bleeding!" was all I managed to stammer before he moved his hand and swept me toward him.

I was shocked. No, shocked didn't even begin to describe it. My face which was firmly pressed to his chest, left no room for me to protest. "Quiet,child" I could feel his breath scathe my neck as he whispered harshly. He very slowly, very cautiously released me from him. That was when I noticed, he didn't feel warm. Even his blood that was covering my back hadn't felt warm. "W-what are you?" He looked at me with a great intensity. "I could ask you the same thing, how did you find me?" Normally, I would've melted under his harsh gaze, and harsher words but instead I went on the defensive. "Well usually people don't leave their blood lying around a public park now do they?" He looked a taken aback at this, then his expression softened and I noticed he was actually quite attractive. Elegant silver hair tied back, but loose and messy, perfectly framed his well sculptured and defined face. I guess I was staring because he suddenly chuckled. A low, seductive sound. "No, I'm sure they don't" his voice sounded much more beautiful when he spoke so light-heartedly.

"Don't be alarmed child, my name is Fabian Venture of the clans of Camarilla, vampire lord, pleased to make your acquaintance".

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