Damon Crowley chased his prey through the fog covered woods, she was extremely frightened and sobbed uncontrollably as she fled the vampire who hunted her that night. Damon, being a creature of the night and superior to a human’s in every way in a dark environment, had no trouble keeping up, he was merely toying with her, losing himself in the rush of the hunt. When she tripped over a low hanging root, he made his move.
She groaned only once, not managing to even let out a scream before his powerful hand had clamped over her mouth, tilting her head back to expose her throat. He exposed his mouthful of razor sharp teeth and sunk them into her throat, blood spraying everywhere as he sucked up the precious red liquid. Tears streaming down his face, he drank her life away until she became pale and cold. Standing over his fresh kill, he licked the remaining blood from his lips and rushed away into the darkness.

The next morning Damon woke up in his shabby motel room, he sat up in bed and saw on the digital clock that it was 7am. He turned on the television just in time to catch Good Morning America’s report on-

“Another body has been found almost entirely drained of blood, authorities have yet to determine the time of death but reports say that the throat appears to have been torn open, much like the other victims spread all across the U.S.”
The reporter then went on to interview some bogus claims of people who said they saw UFO activity around the area and then one said he saw a Chupacabra that very night. Damon turned off the television and went into the bathroom to take a shower, feeling filthy as he usually did after he fed.

He was just thirteen years old the night that he was bitten, it seemed so long ago now that he was eighteen and much more strong and mature, but he’d never get used to being a vampire and feeding on his own kind.