I sink my fangs into the helpless human's neck, he muffles a grunt, after five attempts I finally compelled him to be quiet. My fists tighten around the thin material of his cotton button up. I drink his blood, a tear escaping my eye, as I feel his blood hum through my body. It tasted too good, like my favorite drink on a hot summer day.

I turned my humanity off, I turned my humanity off because my brother, Jeremy died, he was dead, died in a house fire, not sure how it was created, but he was the last thing tying me to my humanity, now I was just a forever eternal 17 year old girl on the streets, 1920's is the era, the party era, finding fresh blood isn't a problem since most people are getting drunk illegally, wondering the streets late at night with no idea of what lurks in the night.

Vampires? Never heard of such a thing.

I don't remember much about when I turned all I know is that I was the only one in the house that made it out, somehow I survived, with blood in my mouth, and blacked out, I woke up in a cold forest with no recollection of what happened except my brother dying, and the grief turned out to be too much for me, so I turned it off, I shut off the feelings, and here I am now, lurking in the shadows, eager to find some answers, but at the same time I don't care.

I'm about to go bury this weak human, when suddenly I feel a flash next to me, and I turn around, blood still on my lips, looking for this unknown creature in the dark night.

"Ah no fun." He grumbles, as he steps out from the light, his brown hair is slicked back, green eyes firmly on me, as he eyes my features, a single rose sits in his pocket of his black tux.

"Who are you?" I ask, my face stone, as I start to drag the guy again, but suddenly I'm being swooshed against the brick wall, my head hits hard, my vision blurry.

His fangs are out, and I realize he is just like me, he studies me his green eyes hard, noticing my expression.

"So, you turned it off? Congratulations." He says, as he backs off me, and I rub my neck where his nails dug in, knowing it'd be healed.

"You didn't answer me, who are you?" I growl, baring my fangs but he smirks, and looks at me like I'm a helpless kitten, and I feel my eyes grow black into the night.

"Haven't you heard? I'm the ripper of the night." He says softly, as he smirks down at me.

"And you're recently turned?" He asks, tilting his head to the side.

I glare at him, wiping the messy blood from my lips, I must of looked like an armature to him.

"Never heard of you." I comment idly, and he turns around, his face in mock shock.

"Oh, really? You didn't hear about my ripper binge in Monterrey, killed a whole village? Ring any bells? Come on work with me here." He groans, and I shake my head lightly, studying him, I smooth back my brown hair.

"And you're not the littlest impressed?" He asks, as he takes a step towards me, and I bare my fangs at him again.

"Oh, are you scared of me?" He asks with a dark smile, his vampire features coming out of his face.

"I'm not scared of anything, you're annoying me." I say, rolling my eyes at him.

His expression doesn't change as he walks closer to me.

"What do you want with me, anyways?" I ask, feeling his breath next to my cheek.

"I just want to teach you, show you the ways of being a vampire, because right now, you suck." He states dryly, as he looks down at the man I just drained, his white tux has blood stains on it, and he closes his eyes, clear judgment written on his handsome face.

He opens his eyes and points to the man's pale neck.

"I mean seriously, look how many fang marks you have here, I count three, it's just one clean hit, that's what it should be, unless you wanna tear their heads off like me." He smirks at me, and I shake my head at him.

"Without my help you could end up vervained and sent away, I've seen vampire's heads on stakes." He says coldly.

My eye brows raise at this, slowly, a certain fear dives through me.

He laughs quietly at my shocked expression.

"Oh you thought they didn't know? They know. But not a lot in the city do, everyone's too drunk, it's still possible to get caught, but with my help you won't have to worry about it." He says, eying me, and I cross my arms over my thin dress, as I lick my lips in thought.

He could help me, make it so I never get caught. But the question is, everything comes with a price, so what did he want for me in return?

"And what's in it for you?" I ask, looking at him, my brown eyes studying his almost thoughtful expression.

"Well, I get to teach this beautiful girl I just met the fine qualities of being a vampire, I don't think I need much more motive." He says, as he lifts the frail, eaten, body over his shoulder, and I watch as he walks away.

"You forgot my humanity is off, I don't feel anything to what you just said." I shout back to him, as I hear his chuckle in the dark.

"Oh, you will, soon enough." He states softly, and I roll my eyes at his childish behavior, he's acting like he's some God, and I'm supposed to worship at his feet, or something, well I won't, with or without humanity, I still have my pride.