The Vampire's Love

The saving

Thomas's pov:

I rose from my slumber as I heard the cries of a werewolf. Knowing that we were sworn enemies, werewolves and vampires, I didn't give a shit. Unexpectedly, there was a bloodcurdling screech that could make the blood of any human freze. Mmm, blood~

Sorry. Anyways, I got up and saw a werewolf that was unconcious on the ground, bleeding to death next to pieces of broken glass. The sight of blood made me want to lap it up like a cat.

Even if we were enemies, I'm not THAT heartless as to let someone bleed out when their whole life is ahead of them. So I got out of my house and ran faster than that hero you humans call "flash." Honestly, I think even the banshee that was starting to edge towards the werewolf was perplexed when, ZOOM! He's not their anymore. I carried him and his bag in my arms and placed him on my bed.( We vampires have taste, you know. We don't just sleep in coffins.)

I thought that he would be good enough to stay on his own while I went to hunt for my food( which, obviously, is blood). After 30 minutes, I came back and felt a thud at the back of my head.

Drake's pov:

I woke up to the sound of the front door opening and closing. I tried getting up, but there was a sharp pain at my torso. I immediately whimpered. As I took in my surroundings, I smelt something..like...BLOOD! And it wasn't mine, definitely. My blood was sweet smelling. Then my nose picked up something else..like the scent of...something I've never smelt before..it smelt rotten yet as if it were still alive. I suddenly remembered what happened! A banshee had screeched at me, and as my ears are sensitive I probably fell and cut my self in the torso with broken glass. That's what happened! But...where am I? I found a photo with a little child, the birthdate 1673. Wait. 1673?! Does this mean..that I'm in a vampire's house?! I looked for the date of death but all there was were three question marks, like this- ???.

I picked up the same smell again, my ears perking up. "Shit! He's coming back!" I exclaimed. I ran to get something to knock him out with, but he was a fricking vampire! You can't just do that! I then saw some silver at the back of my bag. "Of course!" I ran and stood behind the door, smelling the same awful smell over and over, coming closer. A hand turned the handle and in he walked.

I have to admit, I was a bit shaky. But I hit him on the head with the silver, dragged him to the same room I was in before and tied him to a chair.

Thomas's pov:

I awoke, my head still throbbing. Whoever hit me on the head MUST have used silver. I suddenly heard the thoughts of someone else in this room. And smelt the blood. My eyes turned a darker shade of red as I was so hungry again. That someone must've seen the look in my eye, for he stepped forward and "demanded," if you could call being a squeaky little shit that sqeaked it that. My eyes grew wide as the werewolf I SAVED was there with a piece of silver in his hands.

"What do you wanna do to me?" he trembled.

"What do you mean by that?!" I snapped.

"Eek!" he squeaked.

"Jesus, kid. You can't just hit your saviour on the head with a piece of silver," I said.

I could've easily broken out of the ropes. But for some reason, I hadn't.

"W-wait..you- you saved me?"

"Duh."

I asked if he could untie me.

He stood back with caution.

Dammit! He was making me hungry! I couldn't bear it.

"Why should I?"

"Because i saved you?"I asked sarcastically.