The first night

It’s was only later that he discovered what she was, and what exactly he had become.

His 'saviour' had plucked his broken body from the wreckage of the building. She never did tell him how she'd known he was there, he'd been to weak to call for help, couldn't have mustered the energy to form words even if he'd have been able to pull the air into his lungs to speak.

He had been beyond the point of saving, at least by any conventional means of treatment. Even if a hospital had of been an option, he never would have lived long enough for them to have gotten to him. Left with little choice, she'd done the unthinkable, and turned him.

'A naughty girl, so much trouble she'll be in.'

She had read his mind as she fed from him, easily discovering where he lived. She'd drained him to the point of ****, pushed him beyond it, and then made him drink from her in turn. And that was when everything else started to turn to shit. Whilst his body may have healed, his mind seemed to have missed the memo. As her blood filled his veins, her madness swept over his psyche, invisible ethereal fingers slowly massaging their own unique brand of sanity into his brain.

After managing to get him outside, she’d flagged down a cab, the car she'd arrived in had been stolen, and she didn't want to risk getting pulled over. Pretending to the driver that they were both intoxicated, she’d dumped him in the back seat and instructed the driver to take us to her 'dates' address. The door had been locked, and his key either lost or destroyed in the explosion. She **** the lock to gain entry. Carrying him unseen upstairs, she’d carefully set him down in the bathtub rather than the bed, drawn the shower curtain, and sat down on the toilet humming quietly to herself as she waited for him to turn.

It took a while. In hindsight, the **** in his veins and the encroaching madness sweeping through them fought for dominance — or so she claimed. Maybe that was true, or maybe she hadn’t done it quite right. Turned out that he was the first person she had ever Embraced.

When he finally awoke, he found her curled up next to him in the tub looking as dishevelled as he felt.

His Sire.