Left to die

Xavier regretted tasting her blood, it tasted bitter and burned his tongue but some had already gone down his throat causing an immense burn in his stomach. The pain started to reduce after a few seconds. This was his first time experiencingsuch a thing, human blood is usually always sweet and mouth watering but what the hell was wrong with this human blood. It tasted all sour, bitter and weird. He removed his hand from her shoulder and held his chest as he coughed out the remainder of her blood in his mouth. Maybe he was having this reaction because he hadn't had a good blood hunt for months. The strangest thing was that this girl was still standing after his bite, his Mackay bite. Usually his victims would fall and stare at his face as theirs turn white and they're dead. He took a step to his prey, the moon seemed to shine directly over her head, her face had turned pale and she was staring into space. The only reason he knew she was still alive is that he could hear her heartbeat very loudly in his ears.

"How are you still standing?" Xavier asked and like a betrayer's bullet, out of nowhere, a clenched fist punched his face. Xavier was shocked, not only was she still standing after being bitten by his poisonous fangs but she also had the strength to punch him. No woman ever punched him, never. He used his incredibly fast reflexes to block her second blow but she was faster and kicked him in his ribs. She was full of surprises. How can a mere human be faster than him, something was terribly wrong. Tonight seemed out of place for him. But then he decided if his fangs were working too slow he would have to use his hands, he couldn't even depend on his fangs anymore. He examined her, she was panting and sweating and her eyes were fixed on him, her fingers were trembling like she was possessed or something. One thing was sure, possessed or not, she was still going to die in the next few seconds but he intended to put the same pain she put on his face. His perfect face. He started walking towards her and she started to cower behind slowly. She now looked vulnerable and helpless, the poison was finally working. He shouldn't waste his energy on her anymore. Suddenly she stood rooted to the spot. He stood over her watching her fingers tremble and her pupil staring at vivid space. He raised her head to face him.

"You're one strange girl," he murmured and she did it. She did the unspeakable. Another surprisingly painful blow hit him in the face, on the same damn spot. Xavier staggered behind and frowned, that's it. The bitch was dead he said raising her in the air with her neck and raised his fist to her but he stopped so close to her face. He didn't know why but something in his head commanded him to stop and he complied. Another reason was that she wasn't fighting him. She was just staring at him with her gaze fixed on his face. That moment he noticed the color of her eyes. Not like he cared but they looked magnetic, blue and beautiful, his eyes were captured into hers. He reluctantly lowered his arm and placed her gently on her feet. Her legs were now shaking and she held a tree for support. She still ended up hitting the ground the ground. Her face got even more pale and she shivered on the ground. Xavier rubbed his face, mostly his jaw she punched, the pain was still in it. He looked back down at her, her body had frozen and she was breathing very slowly, fighting for air. The scene was beautiful. Alya dying helplessly was just a perfect reward for punching his face... Twice! He adjusted his jacket, his work was done, he couldn't have let her live anyway. She knew he was a vampire and the only people who lived after they knew that were vampires. The only shame was that he didn't get to savor every moment of drying her blood. He had to go. Those idiots wouldn't finish a mission without him. He licked his fangs as he walked away.

.....

Connor and Michael both had their mouth open.

"What do you think happened," Connor asked Michael.

"You alright boss," Michael yelled as if Xavier wouldn't have heard him if he didn't.

Xavier had been standing on a cliff staring into outer space for about 15 minutes, he hadn't spoken to them but from his facial expression one can tell that he was greatly disturbed. It was really not like Xavier to be disturbed over a murder. His closest henchmen Connor and Michael both knew Xavier as one who would shrug off even if it was the worst crime he ever committed.

Xavier's head was aching and this was something that never happened to him ever, vampires can be critically wounded but not sick. Tonight was bringing too many surprises for him to handle. Well he was literally making history tonight. A woman punched him, his fangs didn't kill in less than a minute, he was having a headache and lastly his favorite beverage blood tasted sour. At this point he won't be surprised if he fainted.

"Retreat from the mission," Xavier said. The other two guys behind him glanced at each other. It was just minutes till Queen Bee and her men come to drain humans of their blood. She didn't have the slightest idea that The Den was waiting for her. It was a perfect plan and Xavier was backing out. Something was seriously wrong.

"Uhm.. is everything alright?"

Xavier finally turned around and ignoring their question, he walked between them, and as he passed by they both backed up to give him space. Xavier got into his car and bent his head down. The driver drove him to his house. It was a very huge house, there were twenty servants in it.

Fun fact: None of them knew his name.

The automatic doors opened instantly, doing a quick scan of his face as he walked. There were six maids lined up, they bowed in greeting.

"Welcome Master," they chorused.

Xavier didn't answer, he never did, yet they never missed a chance to speak though. He wondered why. He went to his room and laid on his bed facing the ceiling. The headache was getting worse. He should talk to Murcy he thought. He just hoped that strange girl was rotting by now. And he dozed off for the first time in a long time.

.....

Alya groaned and forced her eyes open. She was directly facing the moon and her eyes hurt as the light reflected in them. She could barely move, her legs were as heavy as two logs of wood. The last words she remember the bastard say was that she had only fifteen seconds to live. She had decided to curse the idiot with all the fifteen seconds that remained for her life. After Saying all the insult she had learnt over the years, she realized she must have consumed full three minutes already.

"Maybe I'm already dead." She told herself as she started waiting for Satan to come for her. With the level of loyalty she had shown to Satan, he didn't rush for her as she expected.

Alya's strength came out of nowhere and like a burst of wind her back lifted off the ground. Alya bulged her eyes out in surprise, looks like she underestimated her own strength. She ran her fingers up her hair, her hair had twigs and dirt in it. She ruffled her hair and rubbed her neck as she did.

Well that was enough proof that vampires exist. Too much proof. Blood was still dripping from her neck but compared to how wet her sweater was from the blood, the flow had reduced. Either way she felt weak. Alya's eyes ran across the dense variety of trees around her. Yup, she was completely clueless on how to get home, officially lost. She sighed gathering strength to stand in her feet. Her legs were wobbly but she leaned against a tree.

From a distance she heard a train. Her eyes wandered around waiting for her senses to guide her to the sound. If she follows the tracks she might find a human and she would tell them all that happened and probably drop dead. The more she struggled to make it to the track the weaker she got. After stumbling on six devilish rocks she found the train tracks. She was so tired that she collapsed right in the middle of it. She went off again.

She was awakened by the train slowly approaching her. Her face turned more pale and she struggled to yell or at least tell the train to stop. Her efforts were useless. Anyway even if she was full of energy and yelled out the train would probably smash her into a thousand pieces before stopping.

"Please," she whispered this time letting her head rest on the ground. There was it, her life was gonna end right now. Well, her last wishes were that Hell entourage accepted her with honour. She closed her eyes praying it would be over soon.

All of a sudden she was swept off the ground and entangled in a sweet scent of an unfamiliar cologne. The smell wrapped her in a total trance, she felt warm, she felt safe. She opened her eyes to understand what the hell was going on.

Those forsaken eyes stared into hers with curiosity and something that looked like compassion or care. She now felt disgusted and frowned. Her strength was back again and she yelled.

"Put me down you freak!"