The night was stormy, the wind howling, the branches of trees crashing into the windows of the old where house. But Eevee didn’t care, it was better shelter, and much better than the rain she had just been in. Eevee was a typical runaway punk, short, spiked pink hair, multiple ear pierces, and even a few on her lips. She wore a short purple skirt over a pair of black jeans, that had little skulls all over it. Her top was ripped at the bottom, making it a bit shorter than usual, something Eevee had never cared about, and had a beautiful black rose with thorns on the found, surrounded by a purple heart around it, before fading into black again.. At the back, there were purple slashes all over, in little x’s.
her outfit was a little worn, since she had been wearing it since last Tuesday, when she had finally gotten sick of her old home, sick o the constant work, 7Am till 3 in the morning, the slaps across her face if she didn’t get anything done fast enough. She was sick of it.
So far, it had been fine. She had gotten food from random dumpsters, and no one had come to look for her yet. But she found that a card board box wouldn’t be a very suitable shelter when it was pouring buckets, and had gone looking for a place to stay where no one would bother her, hopefully. The first place she had come across was this abandoned place, and she and instantly known the place by it’s reputation.
“It’s haunted,” some said.
“A group of vampires live there,” a few more predicted,
“You’ll die if you go into that building!” was the little kids favorite one to say, as the boys played around that they were vampires from here.
Eevee had shrugged off each one of those threats and warnings, thinking them just superstitions. She knew vampires never existed, and never would. They were just silly stories people made to scare little kids.
Eevee looked around the huge place, marveling in it’s vastness. Although it was dark, and she couldn’t see much, she could tell that this place was a lot bigger than any other building that she might have been in.
She eventually gave up on trying to be able to see this whole place, and headed over to a few boxes close enough to the door that she could see them easily enough.
Even though it was only afternoon, Eevee was exhausted from trying to even find this place, and all she wanted to do was rest.
Eevee sat on one of the lower boxes, testing it to see if it could handle her weight. Satisfied, she curled up there, trying to ignore the cold, and fell asleep, tired, but in a relaxed state.

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High above where Eevee slept, a curious figure sat on a beam, watching her with slitted golden eyes.
The sound of the door to his home creaking open had awoken him, long before he had intended to get up. He had crankily left the nest of blankets that covered a soft mattress, which served as his bed, and went to the front room, intending on scaring who ever woke him up out and heading back to bed, thinking it was just another one of those dumb gangsters who had been dared to come into the haunted warehouse.
His plan immediately evaporated when he saw that it wasn’t a teen looking for trouble, but a young girl, perhaps 14 or 13.
He watched her as she took a look around the room, then walked over to a few dusty wooden boxes and curled up, looking like she was going to sleep, despite th uncomfortable position she was in.
The vampire jumped down a few beams, until he was close enough to see some details on her. Her hair was a bright pink, and her skin had many pierces, and her clothing was a little torn, and soaking wet, most likely from the storm that was raging on outside.
She was very pretty, he realized, almost beautiful. He jumped the rest of the way down, landing without a sound on the cold floor, and walked closer to the sleeping figure of Eevee. When he was only a few feet away, he saw that her ribs were showing, even through her shirt, which clung to her skin. The young vampire felt a pang of pity for the young girl, and remembered how he’d been that way when his parents had died those few years ago, and he ran away from the foster home he was put into. It was that very same act that had caused the loss of his soul, making him a lonely creature of the night.
The young girl stirred in her sleep, making the vampire freeze, thinking that she was waking. But he soon realized that she was just shaking slightly, most likely from the cold air, and her wet clothes.
Without a second though, the vampire reached out, and gently picked her up, cradling her against his chest. She snuggled unconsciously towards him, relishing in the new found body heat that the undead boy holding her had, the result of feeding recently.
He hopped over a few boxes, and wandered around the warehouse expertly, until he had reached his ‘bedroom’ at the back of the warehouse, and placed the sleeping girl in the middle of the blankets, taking them and wrapping them around her shivering figure.
He watched her sleep for a moment, before laying down next to her, and wrapping his arm around her trying to give her as much warmth as possible. After a few minutes, he felt sleep coming on, and with Eevee’s face as the last image he saw, fell into the deep abyss of a vampire’s sleep.
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When Eevee woke up, it was now night, around 6PM, right after the sun went completely down. She didn’t open her eyes, too groggy to actually get up, and buried her head in the soft pillows.
Wait, pillows?
For a horrid moment, she thought that she was still at her home, that running away was a dream, and that she was still on the sleeping bag she used for a bed.
But then she realized that she was much to comfortable, and warm, to be back at her old home.
Finally, she cracked open her eyes, and took in the black and red pillows and blankets that she was laying on.
Wearily, she opened her eyes wider, and took in the small room, boxes stacked up against the walls, some with spray paint on them, and even on the walls. There was a wooden door also, with too many locks to count, but the door was open anyways.
“So you’re finally awake,” said a voice behind her. Eevee whipped her head around to see a boy about her age, sitting on a stack of boxes, swinging his legs causally, like he was bored.
The first thing Eevee noticed was his eyes, which were s strange shade of gold, almost glowing.
The second thing was that he was the most beautiful guy she had ever seen. He had short, spiky blue hair, with black ends, shorter than Eevee’s, and a lip piecing on his lower lip. He wore a long pair of baggy jeans, which were s dark shade of black, and a red t-shirt with a black logo of some band on it, that Eevee had never heard of, Foo Fighters.
He looked at Eevee, as she stared at him with wide eyes, a small smile on his face.
“Who-who are you?” Eevee asked in a small whisper.
“Faris,” the boy replied simply, before jumping off the boxes and walking over to Eevee. He crouched down in front of her, and asked her in a quiet tone, “And what, may I ask, is your name?” he cocked his head to the side, waiting for an answer.
“Er, um. E-Eevee.” Eevee stammered, blushing a bit. She had no idea how she had gotten here.
“Why am I here?” she asked, her voice small. Faris grinned a bit, and brushed his hand gently across her cheek.
“You were in the front, asleep, and I brought you back here, where it was warmer, and I thought you would be a bit more comfortable if you were on a bed instead of a those hard boxes.
“Oh,” she replied softly. “Thank-thank you.”
“Your welcome, Eevee.” Faris replied simply, before shifting until he was sitting next to her, no longer in a crouch.
“Eevee, I was wondering. Why were you sleeping here?” Faris’s tone was worried, and Eevee blushed, not use to someone acting like they cared for her.
“I-I needed some where to stay, out of the rain.”
Faris nodded, taking in that fact. He seemed to think about something for a moment, before turning back to Eevee with a small smile on his face.
“Would you like to stay here? Like as in, actually, stay? I may only be 16, but I can find you food, and you can stay here off of the streets. But it’s up to you, if you want to go, that’s fine also.” he smiled softly, and Eevee couldn’t help but throw her arms around Faris in an unexpected hug.
“Yes. T-thank you. So much.”she whispered, hugging him as tightly as she could. Taken back by the hug, Faris blinked and it took a few seconds for his body to respond, wrapping his arms around her and returning the hug.
“You’re welcome, Eevee.” he pulled back suddenly, and looked her in the eye.
“But there is something I must tell you first, and I am only telling you because you need to know the danger you are in by staying here.”
Eevee’s lilac eyes grew wide, and she pulled away a little, but Faris put his hands on her shoulders, keeping her still.
“If you...don’t want to stay here after this, it can be easily arranged. No harm will come of you wither way, but you still need to know.”
Eevee was truly fearful now. This teenager who she had just met was the only person who had ever been kind to her, had given her a home, and was now acting like he was a terrible murderer and was asking her, a 14 year old girl, to join his cult.
Faris took in her terrified expression, and laughed, saying,”I doubt whatever you’re thinking is as bad as what I’m going to tell you.”
She calmed down, but only a little bit, as she waited for his explanation.
“I’m,” he paused,” A vampire.”
Eevee looked at him for a few moments, before laughing a little.
“Um, vampires don’t exist,” she said timidly, refusing to believe he wasn’t joking.
“Yes, yes they do, Eevee. And I’m one of them.” Faris’s voice was sad, and sounded so truthful, but Eevee still refused to believe him.
“No,” she started to shake her head. “No, no, no, no, no. No. Vampires. Do. Not. Exist.”
“I can prove it,” Faris said softly. Eevee looked at him with a fearful glance, but he ignored her as he brought her closer to him. She didn’t struggle, her brain thinking that he wasn’t really going to do anything, that he would give up the facade in a moment and just laugh it off.
Faris brushed his fingers lightly across her exposed neck, and kissed her skin gently.
He slowly parted his lips, letting his fangs poke out, and bit down softly into her flesh, but retracted them almost immediately, lapping up the blood droplets that came from the small holes, until it clotted up. Faris had been stroking her head softly the whole time, keeping her calm, but Eevee was too shocked to do anything at all, really.
Faris pulled back, and wiped away the blood on his mouth. His golden eyes now had a tinge of red to them, in the pupil, though, giving them a strange look.
“Do you believe me now?”