This is my first fanfic ever. Please go easy on me lol. Let me know what you think

Verin couldn't open her eyes. She was terrified. Shrouded in darkness, and all alone. She knew that if she opened her eyes, the horror would consume her. She could feel the very essence of her life being drained from her. She could hear the sound of her soul being sucked from her veins. Blood ran down her pale skin like rubies laid across a piece of frail paper. Her nightgown was soaked in red. Her hair was tangled in someones hands. She felt like screaming but, she couldn't muster a sound. All she could do was lye there. Feeling sharp bones sink into her skin, and the tears conjured from fear running down here cheeks.

She cried in her mind 'Someone save me. Save me from this Hell. DON'T LET ME DIE LIKE THIS!'

Then she heard him... A deep, sultry voice echoed in the back of her mind so loudly that it pulsed through her entire body.

"Mmm... I could save you, madam."

Verin's eyes flew open at the sudden shock wave of his voice. She felt cold, and distant. She didn't know where she was. All she could see were black feathers raining down around her in a sea of white, and red. She was confused. 'Where am I? What just happened?' she thought to herself. Then she heard the voice again. Loud, and yet so soft. It was a comforting voice.

"Do you truly wish to be saved, young mistress?"

"What's happening to me? Where am I?"

She was frantic. Scared. She tried to remember what was happening, and then, her eyes shot open. Her memory returning. She felt a pulse of pain ring out through her. She could see her body in the distance, being devoured slowly. Almost like looking at a faded photograph. Slowly the picture of her was fading. Her body was in her manor, in a dark room surrounded by four men. Her mind flashed back and forth. She saw blood, fangs, empty smiles, and heard laughter. She remembered the evil faces looking at her as she saw her parents lying motionless in a pool of blood. She began to cry. She didn't want to remember more but, her memories kept flashing behind her eyes like a movie she couldn't pause. She remembered hearing her own screams as they bit her repeatedly and her veins lit up like an open flame. She could still feel her soul slipping away in that very moment. She could taste her own blood. As if it were a reminder that soon, she would be dead.

Then the voice echoed again but, this time it came from a man who was standing right in front of her. She couldn't see him clearly. Only the outline of a dark shadow shrouded in the rain of black feathers, and her own tears.

"You're running out of time, madam. I can save you but, everything comes at a price. Tell me, what price are you willing to pay for your life?"

Verin looked at the man. Studied him deeply. She realized she wasn't scared of him. She was scared of what her fate would be if she didn't act now. She was scared of becoming a monster. She was scared of losing her life in the world her body was still in. Terrified that her soul would fade, and only her body would remain as a terror left to roam, and devour. It was then that she realized she was talking to this man through the remainder of her soul. The one small fragment that was left of her.

'How is this possible? How did this happen?' She cried in her head. Then it struck her like a closed fist. The scream she rang out before she awoke in this room. Before she heard his voice. She realized what she had done. She didn't prey for salvation. She didn't beg God to save her. She demanded to be saved. She demanded out of pure fear and fury that she not die like that. And in doing so, she summoned a demon. She opened the very gates of Hell with her demand for her life. For her soul.

'I already am a monster.' She thought to herself. 'In the depths of selfishness within my pain; I summoned a demon to save me... How pathetic.'

She tried to think of what would happen if she didn't except his offer. When the realization came to her again, she froze. She knew she had no choice.

She called out to him. "I will pay whatever price you ask in return for my life."

"Hmm... You see madam. What I ask for is your life. I will save you but, when all is done... When you have fulfilled your purpose in life, I will devour your soul. Your very being will belong to me."

Verin's eyes shot open. Anger filled her. She knew what would become of her if she survived. She would be a monster. A soulless beast who prowled the night like a wolf in human skin. She knew her fate. She would awake as a vampire.

"I will have no soul to offer you. I will awake a beast. A vampire. I will no longer pocess soul."

The man chuckled. Verin couldn't see him but, she could feel his sly smile in her bones. It chilled her to her core.

"Just a piece... A small piece will be left. Enough to satisfy my hunger. You will awake as a vampire, yes. But, a fragment of you will still remain human. I can tame the beast in you. I can save you. I will ask you this only once and you better answer quickly. Your soul is fading by the second... Do you wish to sign a contract with me?"

Verin sighed. She thought to herself 'Where was God? Where was he when I needed him? He left me to die, and yet this man. This demon, is here. He called to me in my most terrified moment. My soul is already damned...'

"Yes. I accept your offer."

She suddenly awoke in that dark room of her manor gasping for air. Her veins burned like napalm. Her entire body was trembling, and her eyes were blurred. The men were gone, and there was silence. She tried to sit up but she couldn't move. Her night gown was soaked with her own blood. She clawed at the floor in attempt to roll over onto her stomach, and as she did so, she ripped gashes into the rugs. She looked down at her hands and saw her fingernails long and sharp. Black and pointed like bear claws. She felt a burning in her throat. She was scared. So scared.

Then, out of the darkness came the man. His voice rang out to her.

"Calm yourself, mistress. I am here."

Verin was nealing on her knees panting like a rabid dog with her face in her hands. When she heard his voice she looked up in utter shock. Trying to gather everything that was going on. She finally saw him. Truly saw him. Every detail of his being... The man who saved her life, in return for devouring it later. He was dressed in a black tail coat, a grey vest, and white button down shirt, with black pants, and black shoes. He had a pocket watch in the left pocket of his coat, and he had on white gloves. A black tie wrapped around his neck like a snake.

Long, jet black hair framed his face, and his eyes were bright red. As red as the freshest blood.

'He's beautiful.' Verin thought before her vision went black.

The man kneeled down beside her, and stroked the hair out of her eyes. He could tell she was still alive.

'Her body is adjusting to the venom. A painful process. Most don't survive. Mmmm... I knew her soul was strong. Simply delicious.'

He scooped her up into his arms and walked her over to a couch sitting on the far left side of the large room. He laid her down, and studied her.

'She's a lovely young lady. Especially now that the venom has taken affect. Vampires are such dark, and beautiful creatures.'

Verin truly was a sight to behold. Especially to men. She was eighteen years old, and had extremely long black hair. Bright green eyes, long, thick lashes, and lush red lips. Her skin was as pale and soft as a fallen snowflake. She was quite short. She had a small frame, but a curvy build. She was lovely. Little did she know that her beauty would make her prey.

The man admired her beauty. He was surprised that such a strong soul could exist in such a frail, and damaged young woman. A pure soul wrapped in the skin of a monster. Such a beautiful monster.

The man covered her up with his tail coat, and began to explore the manor. He was hoping to find a change of clothes for his young mistress. 'Sure, being soaked in blood is suited to a vampire but, the smell of her blood is too tempting. Such a tasty soul. Dinner will be delicious. Hmmhmm all in good time.'

The man smiled to himself as he walked around long corridors, and stalked up flights of stairs until he stumbled upon a room with only two chairs, and a single grand piano. His mind flashed back. Back to his hellish home. Where he stood alone waiting for a soul of his liking. All alone. He ran his fingers across the piano keys and tried to remember a song he kept hearing over and over again while he stood waiting. A song that had been repeating in his mind for over two hundred years. The notes danced behind he eyelids as he remembered that lonely feeling. He didn't know what the song was or how to play it. He only knew that it was the most lovely sound he had ever heard. He closed his eyes, and rang a key. It sounded so open, and free. It sounded amazing to his ears. He realized that he had finally been freed. Freed from his prison of wait. His dinner was so close, and it would be a feast indeed. He licked his lips at the thought about how lovely she was. At how fulfilling her soul would be.

When he opened his eyes he saw a shadow standing in the doorway. A shadow with glowing green eyes, and the fresh smell of blood. The sweet smell of red was intoxicating.

He walked over to the bloody shadow, put his right hand over his heart, and bowed in respect.

"Hello my young mistress. My name is Sebastian. Sebastian Michaelis. I will be your loyal butler from here on out. I will remain at your side until the end."