The Warrior's Bite

Chapter 1

Diane glared through her car windshield, the only sound was her hard breathing and the occasional scrape of the wipers. Her focus was divided on watching the slick roads, and recalling the fight with her, now ex, boyfriend.

Honestly, the nerve of that damn bastard. Saying that she was to blame for his two-timing ways. That if she focused on him all the time, he wouldn't have went to that tramp of a blonde that he worked with.

She had snapped, to say the least. Hell, she was almost positive that over half the profanities she had shouted at him she had made up. Not to mention she had described ways to torture him in ways that hadn't been invented yet. All the while, she had been packing her things and laughing in his face as he begged for a second chance. Finally pushing her over the edge when he had said 'you'll never find someone like me!'

That still caused her to laugh, that was the whole point of leaving his sorry ass after all. If she wanted, or needed, someone like him she would have stayed, but she needed someone better. Someone who saw her as the fabulous bitch she was, and loved her all the more for it. Not some small, low-life, backstabbing, two-timing, son-of-a-bitch bastard! No, she realized now that she needed a man who knew how to cherish a woman, and who gives her unrivaled passion in bed.

Another huff of laughter escaped her lips as her eyes rolled toward the heavens. There she was again, actually thinking that such a guy could exist, she really had to stop fooling herself.

"It is a damn shame though." She muttered to herself, deciding to forget about her ex and see what she could do about her future. She never did sell her apartment two cities over, but she didn't want to go back to her old life. Nothing but getting up, taking a shower, going to work for eight hours, run a few errands, go home, eat, wash off, and then go to bed. Just the thought of returning to that mundane lifestyle had her feeling the old boredom again.

"I really need some excitement in my life." She muttered, deciding that she would at least go back to the apartment. At least until she figured out what she would do, so with her mind made up, she focused on the road.

Only to blink and narrow her gaze as movement to the side of the road ahead of her caught her attention. It looked like a deer, so she began to ease her car to slow down. Just in case the thing decided it wanted to cross, but tensed when something jumped out ahead of the deer.

She thought it was some sort of predator, but realized that no wild dog, coyote, or wolf stood on its hind legs. Also, it was far too short and thin to be a bear. However, before she could figure out what was after the deer, said deer quickly backtracked and jumped right for her car.

Giving a curse, she slammed the breaks and jerked the wheel, tensing as she felt the vehicle go into a skid. Clenching her teeth, she turned the wheel as far as she could, and watched as the trees seemed to spin around her car. Giving another curse as her car slipped into the ditch, over shot the embankment, and slammed into a tree. Jerking the car to a stop with enough force to jerk her forward and slam her head into the steering wheel, as the air bag decided to deploy.

She groaned as her face met the harsh fabric, and gasped as her back slammed into the seat and pain seared through her shoulder. Giving a cough, she winced as pain went through her and began to fumble for her seat belt. Once the material went slack against her chest, she grabbed the door handle and forced it open, before practically falling to the damp grass and mud.

Attempting to gain her balance, she braced her hand against the car, or what she thought was the car. At this point it looked more like a dented up accordion then the chevy cobalt it had been.

"You look much more tastier than that deer." A raspy voice growled, causing her to blink and slowly turn her head. Through the distortion of her mind, she slowly formed his words together as she took in the man leaning casually against her smashed car. She pegged him at twenty eight, around six foot, had long greasy hair, red eyes that looked crazed, and chapped looking pale skin.

"The fuck you talking about? The hell are you anyway?" She mumbled out, her voice sounding distant even to her, and she was almost positive that the way her vision was swimming wasn't a good thing.

However, instead of getting an answer, the man smirked at her as he straightened. She felt the last of her body go numb as she focused on his mouth, or better yet what was inside his mouth. His teeth were stained in various colors, some of which looked a lot like blood. Which drew her gaze to his top teeth, where two began to lengthen and sharpen into lethal looking points.

Fear attempted to swamp her, tried to get her "flight or fight" instinct going, but her mind was still clouded in pain. She surely thought this was some kind of mistake, those creatures were fables. Nothing more than myths. Vampires were not real! So, how could she explain the elongated teeth?

That question snapped her back to reality, causing her to retreat from the man on unsteady legs.

"Stay the hell away from me, you soulless bastard." She bit out, trying to force her legs to work as she backtracked. Only to still as the man struck out at her, the back of his hand slamming into her temple. Pain exploded inside her head as black dots began to cloud her vision. She faintly heard a curse, and what sounded like a fight, but lost interest in figuring it out as the ground rushed to meet her.

Diane groaned as she began to come to, her first line of thought was trying to figure out what happened. And who the hell took a damn hammer upside her head. Only to frown as images began to come to her, a man with red eyes and fangs attacking her. Another man with honey colored eyes and golden brown hair, picking her up and walking towards the woods.

At the last image she shot upright, only to double over as pain shot through her head as nausea rolled through her stomach.

"Don't move so fast. Your body still needs to recover." A deep, smooth voice stated, causing her to look up. Not far from her sat a man with golden brown hair with his bare back to her. Showing off an impressively large tattoo of the Devil's smirking face, surrounded in flames. The year seventeen hundred and forty two was printed above the head, still within the flames, and the triple six beneath.

She tensed as the man turned, and felt her eyes widen slightly. The man was beyond handsome, he was downright bone-jumping sexy. Golden brown hair brushed his shoulders, honey colored eyes watched her closely, and the man had the body to put every professional line backer to shame at six foot five, that also spoke of some form of combat. With an olive skin tone that was riddled with all forms of tattoos that her fingers were itching to trace.

However, instead of letting her inner seductress run wild and go after this pure male before her, she pulled out her more...rational side and decided to ask some questions.

"Who the fucking hell are you? Where the fucking hell am I? And what the hell is going on, damnit?"