Title: It all began with a letter

Author: Allanasha Ke Kiri

Rating: T … might change later.

Warnings: SLASH

Summary: It was Sunday, and there shouldn't have been a letter in the mailbox, but there was. Vampires

Chapter 2

Colors. It took me a moment to realize I was in my room, but even after I did, I couldn't find the energy to care. I was tired, more tired than I'd ever felt before. I wanted nothing more than to roll over and pass back out. Unfortunately, my alarm was beeping shrilly. It was only when the noise began giving me a headache that I managed to get the energy necessary to pull myself up and shut the darn thing off.

As blessed silence fell, I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes. Why the hell was I so tired? I didn't just feel tired, I realized. I felt drained.

That, of course, brought my attention back to last night. My dream … Had it been a dream?

Forcing myself to roll out of bed, I collapsed on the ground, my limps too weak to hold me up. As I lay there, my neck twinged and throbbed. Not painfully, but just enough to let me know it was there.

When I was able to sit up again, I leant against the bed and raised a hand to my neck. My fingers jerked away from the small wound. Even at that light touch, it prickled, sending something down my spine. I swallowed, my tongue darting out to wet my lips and fighting the, suddenly strong, urge to touch it again.

I should call the cops.

And tell them what? I wondered snidely.

"My home was broken into and I was assaulted," I muttered in reply. "That has to count for something … And that would go over well, wouldn't it?"

I could just see it.

"Can you tell me what he looked like, sir?"

"No. He was behind me the entire time."

"Did he take anything?"

"Not that I'm aware of."

"What did he do?"

"Held me down, bit my neck, and drank my blood."

"… A vampire broke into your house, sir?"

"Well, no, obviously not. The guy's probably just disturbed."

"How did he get in sir?"

And that's where it stopped because I didn't know how he got in. I'd locked the doors and the windows. Unless he'd broken one and I hadn't heard it. Unlikely, but possible. Groaning, I pushed myself to my feet and staggered to my door. It was closed, which was a blessing and a curse. A blessing because I'd needed to rest against it, my legs trembled under my weight, threatening to give out on me.

For a moment, it was all I could do to remain standing as my world darkened and spun. I'm not sure how long I stood there, leaning against my bedroom door, but eventually, everything returned to normal.

I wanted to return to bed. If just walking to my door had done that, I really didn't want to go downstairs. But, I wanted, needed, to know how he'd gotten in last night. I needed to know so I could tell the police … or at least stop it from happening again. So, I couldn't go back to bed.

Groaning, the sound pitifully weak to my ears, I pushed away from the door and shakily reached for the knob. The curse of my closed door: somehow, I had to get my hand to listen and wrap around it, to turn it, and to pull.

By the time I'd managed it, my vision was growing dark again. Leaning against the doorframe, I closed my eyes. It was as I concentrated on breathing deeply that I realized I was trembling. Opening my eyes, I brought my hand up. For a moment, I just watched it shake; it wasn't just my hand, either. It almost seemed as though my whole arm was doing it. My legs were too. It was surprising I could even stand.

"Food," I murmured, pushing off the doorframe. I immediately found another wall. Leaning my entire weight against it was the only way I made it to the stairs.

They'd never seemed so high before. I'd fall off if I tried to walk down the, I knew I would. I was much too unsteady to even attempt it, and I really didn't want a broken neck on top of everything else.

Still, there was more than one way to go down stairs. Sliding down the wall, I sat on the top step and carefully began scooting down. It took me awhile, but I finally reached the bottom and pulled myself back to my feet.

Still hugging the wall, I slowly made my way to the kitchen. It seemed cold, I realized as I glanced around. It was winter, but the heater generally keep the house at an even 60 degrees.

Had the vampire wannabe left a window open? Glancing around the kitchen, nothing looked out of place. Even the phone was back on its base. Momentarily forgetting myself, I turned sharply on my heel. Immediately after, I collapsed onto the wall as the world spun and darkened once more.

Whimpering lightly, I slid down the wall and closed my eyes. This was ridiculous. I was so fucking weak, I couldn't even do anything.

How much blood had I lost anyway? Opening my eyes, I glanced towards the ground by the landline. There was nothing there. Either he'd drunk everything, or he'd cleaned up after himself. How much blood could someone drink?

I should call for help. Gathering my strength once more, I pulled myself to my feet and moved towards the phone. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of moving away from the wall. Two steps later, my legs gave out, and on the way down, my consciousness fled from me once more.

"Christian … Christian!"

The worried sound of my name was accompanied by a warm hand on my head as I slowly returned to the consciousness. The voice was almost frantic as it called my name, so I tried to reply. Unfortunately, all that came out was a groan. I did manage to open my eyes, though, so it could have been worse.

The very first thing I saw was blue.

"Christian? Are you alright?"

What a stupid question, I thought, blinking up at the pair of eyes. Who did I know with eyes that color? … More importantly, who did I know that had a key to the door?

"Laura."

Above me, the eyes nodded. Finally, they pulled away enough that I could see her better.

"What happened?" she asked. "Why are you on the kitchen floor?"

As if I didn't know where I was!

"Passed out," I muttered unhelpfully as I struggled to sit up. Laura's arms immediately wrapped around me, making it a lot easier to sit up.

"I figured that," she replied. "Why did you pass out?"

Sighing, I closed my eyes. "Could we talk after I've eaten?" I ask, suddenly feeling ravenous on top of everything else.

"You haven't eaten?"

I shook my head, amusing myself with her look of astonishment.

"Well, that's your problem," she said. "Come on, Christian, get to the table and I'll make you something to eat."

Her arms wrapped around me again, helping me to my feet and to the table. Collapsing into the seat, I laid my head down, tilting it so I could watch her. Laura was very pretty at 5'10" with shoulder length auburn hair that curled at the ends. She wore a white sweater and a knee length skirt. She never seemed to mind the cold.

Just looking at her, no one would know that two years ago, she'd been called 'Jason'. I don't know why I didn't figure it out before. Even as kids, Jason had always preferred 'girl' things. He'd often won blue ribbons for his baking and more than once, I'd caught him raiding his sister's closet. He'd brushed it off as a joke, and I'd believed him, until Junior year when Laura showed up at school instead of Jason.

That had been the weirdest day of my life, though it hadn't kept me from beating the shit out of Daniel Hadren, who'd sneered insulted her. Now, it was second to last night. Absenty, one of my hands rose and brushed the bite mark on my neck. That odd tingling sensation shot down my spine again, making me jerk my hand away in surprise.

What the hell was going on? Bites were supposed to hurt, weren't they? Everything I'd heard said they did. They certainly didn't tingle.

The sudden view of a sandwich on the table shook me from my thoughts. My stomach rumbled loudly as I sat up and reached for it. The first bite was marvelous. It was certainly the best things I'd ever eaten. Laura remained silent as I devoured it. It was only when I finished that she leaned forward.

"Now, what happened?"

"I'm not completely sure," I replied.

Laura raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not!"

"I didn't say anything."

I frowned at her. "You didn't have to."

Laura laughed. "Okay, what do you think happened?"

" … I think a wacko broke into my house and bit me."

She blinked. "What?"

"You heard me," I muttered. "Last night, someone broke in, bit me, and drank my blood."

She blinked again. "Well, that explains why you're so pale."

I glared at her. "Don't you have anything useful to say?"

She shrugged. "Have you called the police yet?"

"Does it look like I have?"

"No, I guess not."

I sighed, slumping. "I was going to call an ambulance when I passed out."

She frowned. "Where's your cell?"

"… Upstairs, I think."

"Christian, it doesn't do you any good there."

"I know that," I replied, watching as she stood and made her way to the phone. She just shook her head in reply as she dialed.

"Hello? Yes, my neighbor's home was broken into and he was assaulted … no, he wasn't able to. He was unconscious when I arrived …" She looked back at me. "Do you have a concussion, Christian?"

"How the hell would I know?" I muttered.

"No, I don't think so. He's lost blood though. He's practically white …" she was silent a moment before telling them my address. There was another moment of silence then she thanked the person and hung up. "They're sending out a car and an ambulance. They'll know how bad you are."

I nodded. She crossed back to the table and laid a hand over my hand.

"My god, you're freezing," she said.

"It's this room," I muttered.

Laura shook her head. "No, it's not. It feels completely normal. Here, I'll get you a blanket."

She gave my arm a squeeze and left. Once alone, I laid my hand in my arms on the table and closed my eyes. I was tired. Physically, I wanted nothing more than to fall asleep. I knew I couldn't though, not with the police coming. Besides, Laura would worry.

This didn't stop my eyes from closing, however. At least this time I knew I wouldn't hit my head on the way down.

I was in that pleasant half-asleep state when Laura returned. She gently tucked the blanket around me before giving me a soft shake.

"'M awake," I slurred.

"Sure you are," she replied, taking her seat. "At least wait until the police come before you fall sleep, would you?"

I managed a small smile and opened my eyes. "Yeah sure.

"Think they'll take you to the hospital?" she asked, her tone casual, but I could sense her worry.

I shrugged. "Depends on how much I lost."

"I guess. What're you going to tell your parents?"

"Don't know. The truth, probably. They'll never trust me alone again, but I can't lie about this."

"I think they'll be more worried about you than anything."

I shrug. "Maybe. They're still not going to leave me alone again."

She shrugged back. "Why didn't you call for help?"

Lifting my head, I gave her an incredulous look. "I tried," I replied indignantly. "He kept a fucking hand over my mouth the whole time."

"And you couldn't get away?"

"Obviously," I told her, as close to snapping at her as I'd ever been. "The guy never budged. I swear, he was a fucking brick."

"He was big then?"

I just shrugged. "A bit taller than me ... but he didn't seem that big. He should have been able to keep me like that. "

"But he did."

I nodded, sighing as I let my eyes close again. Surprisingly, Laura let me, and I quickly found myself dozing lightly. Before long (and much too soon for my liking), there was a knock on the door. I heard Laura rise and head to the door as I tried to rouse myself. It wasn't working particularly well.

There was faint talking at the door, but it became clearer as they entered the kitchen.

"He can't seem to stay awake," Laura said. "I made sure he ate just before I called, but it doesn't seem to be helping."

"That's to be expected, Miss."

A gentle hand shook my awake. "Christian. Hey, Christian, the police are here."

I groaned to let her know I'd heard, and forced myself to raise my head. Immediately, I saw two policemen and a couple of paramedics.

An hour later, I was in the hospital with a needle in my arm as they pumped more blood into me. Apparently, I was lucky to be alive. From what they told me, the human body normally holds around 15 units of blood (however much that was), and I had less than seven. That would explain why I was feeling so fucking light headed and dizzy … and cold.

I answered the police's questions when they were allowed in, telling them what had happened. I couldn't tell them what the guy looked like, and they didn't particularly like that. I guess they weren't happy with a wannabe vampire running around. Go figure, I wasn't either.

They were more worried that he knew my name, though, and the letter I'd received earlier in the day. Apparently, there was a chance he'd come back. Great.

When they finally left, Laura came in. Sitting by my bed, she took my hand.

"I called your parents," she said.

I groaned. "What'd they say?"

"They're coming home."

"Yeah?"

"They're worried, Christian. Nobody knows how he got in, and the police say everything was still locked, except the front door, but I unlocked that."

I nodded. "They told me," I replied.

Contains important information: I didn't just pull Christian's symptoms out of thin air. I donate Plasma twice a week, and if I don't hydrate or eat before going in, I can feel light headed and dizzy, and my vision can often times go dark. So, I took that and made it a bit worse, since Christian has lost more than I ever has.

Also, I have a friend, who actually only had 7 units of blood in her at that point. (they said that if she'd waited another week to go in, she'd be dead). So, I know for a fact, a person can live like that … they won't be happy .. and they are cold, and dizzy, and lethargic.

See, Facts ^_^

Also, I am still looking for any chapter starters. Feel free to send any of them to me, and if I use them, you'll get credit for giving it to me. If not …. Well, I just might run out of them if I have to search on my own.