She had run into him in an alley, oddly enough.
He didn’t LOOK like a vampire.
Not at first glance.
Dominique was frail, to put it lightly, couldn’t cheer; asthma attacks.
Middle school found her shaking from hauling a ten pound bag around,
College, which was the present found her having to walk two miles and wheezing the whole way.
She, none the less to say wasn’t about to haul a grown man out of an alleyway.
She resorted to smacking his face as gently as possible, and kicking him a little.
He groaned, and with a small movement, caught her leg as she moved to nudge him.
“Hey..” He coughed, and as he sat up, Taking in Dominique’s vegetables, poor tomatoes, ruined lettuce on the street where she had dropped them, her crouching near him; curious on whether he had been beaten by Drug lord’s or rival men, She caught sight of razor sharp teeth.
No, not the spoofy, ‘I’m A wampiiire’ Count Dracula, Garbage.
Molars, Cuspid’s, Every tooth sharp as Hell.
He caught her eyes direction, her eyes were wide, she thought the lid’s, might break.
“I-uh, Apolagize,” He Gulped.
She caught his stare this time, it wasn’t on her teeth; but her neck.
She suddenly felt an uncanny desire for her turtleneck.
“This must be awkward For-“ But Before he finished his sentence, he lunged forward, as if propelled by another force and Dominique felt teeth sink softly, almost unnoticeablyinto the flesh of her neck.
She let out a whimper and sunk into a faint.
“Hey, Hey!”
She came to, the man-That TERRIBLE man standing over her, a droplet of her blood, hers! Staining his skin by his mouth.
“You Asshole! You-“ She shrieked, angry, mortified, outraged, scared, unbelieving.
She got a good look at him as he grabbed her wrists she was trying to assault him with,
Blue eyes, crystal and navy flashed, long dark brown hair was partially in the face; partially in a low ponytail, pierced lips, cheeks and bridge of the nose.
He was lean, skinny; his clothes modern, tight jeans and a Hooded sweatshirt, his ear’s stretched.
All in all, Edward Cullen would have fainted at the sight of his Beige-y , Tan skin, If not his Clothing.
“Youre a..” She couldn’t bring herself to say it.
Saying it would make this situation real, Dominique did not consort with this kind of boy.
She didn’t do these things,
“Vampire, yes. Now firstly, im sorry you found me in an alleyway; I hadn’t had blood for a few days, and couldn’t lure-er find anyone to let me borrow some of their blood. Secondly, I Am Very sorry for Sucking your blood,”
He winced, Not seeming to like how it sounded.
“I was a little desperate. Forgive me?”
He smiled a little, His lips crooked.
Dominique didn’t forgive him. She wanted to beat him within an inch of his life.
She was a little, mousy grown up girl with no men in her life and no interest in them, HE was a disaster.
HE was A Monster.
So She found it nauseating that she nodded a little, and whispered.
“I-it’s okay.”
“Thanks “ He smiled,
She tried to get up and fell, bracing her body on the wall.
“Whoah! You might be a little faint. I Should probably help you to your house, huh?”
He asked, genuine concern showing in his face.
Dominique found sharks and Aliens more Friendly, still she was frail, and small, and he had already drank from her…it couldn’t get worse, could it?
“Allright..” She mumbled, his arm was instantly around her waist, hoisting her up onto her feet.
“I'm eric By The way..Um, You seem like you’d like Harry Potter.” He said off topic, around two minutes into the walk.
Dominique blushed,
“I-I Do.”
“Well, Stupefy! Take that.”
“E-Ennervate.”
“This Is The start Of A Beautiful Relationship :D”
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(That Pierce thE veil Man? Kind Of-Ish What Erics Looks like. But Not At All)