Vampires had taken over the human world and a new society has risen. Humans now live below the food chain, running and hiding in fear, waiting for a miracle to happen. How will your fate end?
[DISCLAIMER:] Mentions of drug use, alcohol, bad language...
Hey guys! This is my final remake of this vampire book. I wanted to keep the whole bar situation, but it just wasn't feeling right and there wasn't a lot to go with since bars is one of the main things with these stories.
But then again.. I'm writing what everyone tends to fantasize with a fictional character.
Eh, whatever. You get the idea..
Anyways, enjoy this story and don't forget to check out my other books! There's going to be a lot more coming so get ready and enjoy the show!
"Ugh.." I slowly opened my eyes.
How long was I out? I need to use this time to keep going if I'm ever going to get back home.
I try to sit myself up, but I hissed in pain as I felt my entire body feeling completely sore.
What the hell!? Just how much damage did I take while running!?
Wait a second..
I don't feel cold anymore.
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I looked around my surroundings and saw that I was in someone's bedroom. In someone's bed..
I know I should be freaking out.. but this room cannot be called a bedroom.
I pulled the sheets off of me and saw my feet wrapped with bandages. My hands were also wrapped in bandages and my clothes were gone. I was wearing only a pair of white shorts and tank top that was made out of silk, the right size for a woman.
Who.. Who removed my clothes while I was passed out!?
I felt a little disturbed and pulled the sheet back to cover myself. I felt a warm wave brushing over me on my right and noticed a heating fan was placed.
Heat? Someone must've found me and cleaned me up. But who?
Speaking of clean, I was no longer covered with sewage or smelled like anything vile anymore. It was as if I didn't even touch a single amount of dirt.
This is all nice, but also very strange.
If someone had to go through this much trouble, then they have to want something.
It could be out of kindness, but has that word ever existed?
I jolted and gasped when I hear a knob turning and the bedroom door opening.
There revealed a man with two different colored hair. He was wearing a black shirt with a pair of white jeans as he placed the towel around his neck.
It seems like he came out of the shower.
Cautiously I scoot myself back a little as he locked his eyes with me.
