A/N: A short story which I wrote in Finnish when I was 13. I translated it to English yesterday because I kinda dig it out from my ancient email address.

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It was midnight when she felt sudden urge to made her way towards the dock area. And once she got there, she saw a stranger standing in there. She approached him, in the darkness and the mist.

Then cloud blocked the light of moon and when it slowly went away from in front of the moon... the figure was gone.

She went forward, hearing just the waves hitting the worn wooden dock. And from nowhere a sound of steps joined with the waves and the soothing feeling turned into bad hinch. Steps came closer and closer.

Until they paused. Her heart was now beating, like she was a trapped animal.

Then she made the mistake to turn around. A pair of blue eyes looked at hers, piercing into her soul. It enchanted her, the way the creatures eyes were wild and fierce. It made her feeling unsafe but yet curious. It was a creature of pure beauty as its skin glowed like moon light and mystique was written all over it. The way he dressed was like from the old movies, with long black jackets and white gloves. She watched his graceful features, strong jaw and thin pale lips. His hazel brown hair was messy and long, partly covering the blue eyes where she could drown into.

As she was about to ask his name, he let a sly smirk come upon his eyes. And the eyes. They turned as red as anger itself, filled with something that she was afraid.

She watched how a set of fangs grew from between his lips. Sharp and clear white as snow. She knew, knew that she should escape. His grip around her wrist hurt, badly. But she couldn’t get out, not because she would think that she couldn’t handle him. It was more of the matter that she didn’t want.

His head leaned down, tilting to his right as he was opening his jaw wide open. His breath cooled the burning waiting sensation upon her skin. She closed her eyes, letting herself open to him.

A wince escaped from her as his teeth sank into her neck. No, she didn’t try to push him away. Instead her arms wrapped around his neck.

Falcon had come to the docks that night. To gaze upon the moonlit sky. Then she arrived, the woman whose scent burned his nostrils right when she started approaching him. It caused a pulse, an annoying reaction inside him..a feeling that grew and will grow until its satisfied

Hunger.

Now she was giving herself to him, not trying to run. Her warm, iron-like tasting blood was filling him. Sliding down his throat. Her taste was sweeter than the gods drink of ambrosia he thought.

Now came the memories. He had drank too much of her but he didn’t want to quit. She was intoxigating.
Her other arm dropped down from his neck. And she was now feeling heavy. Falcon embraced her as they slowly went to ground.

His head was almost exploding as she watched the redheads memories. It was almost like being in interactive movie, being her and experiencing what she had experienced in her life.

Then the last drop was gone as she let out her final breath. It made his eyes fill with tears.

Falcon was panting as he realized what he had done. This was the same baby from years ago. When he found his mindless blood thirsty kin members slaughtering a family. All because they wanted new blood, blood from an infant.

Falcon who had always been against killing, he stopped them ... then he took the little baby girl into orphanage.

"June," he whispered. His rough fingers go through her soft smooth hair which is partly stained from  her blood. The spark in her green eyes is gone.

He promised that she wouldn’t be harmed. And now he hated himself for what he had done. His arm shook as he lifted it against his lips.

His teeth sank into his own flesh and his blood was dripping on the ground.

He sucked his blood into his mouth. Then he bended down, lifting her chin up. Her lips were still warm as their lips attached. He let his blood flow into her mouth.

He leaned back, knowing that he could only wait. Slowly he wiped his lips clean. He had named her, he found her in June. So she was his June. The small thing that made him feeling himself human that day, even tiny bit. And now he did this to her.

Her body started twitching, her screams filled the air as her painful transformation started.

Falcon pulled her into his arms, placing his hand between her lips. Her fangs grew and sank deep into his flesh. He screams muffled and she was now drinking his blood.

Her pain was slowly removing and she leaned against his chest... when she let go he was afraid to speak.

But little did he know that she felt like she had come to home. Like his arms around her were her protective barrier.

The abilities of vampires are outstanding. How all your senses work hundred times better and simultaneously. As well as memories from human past are all as clear as day. Even the first memories of when you open your eyes for the first time.

"Sshh little baby.. my name is Falcon.. and you are. June? I like that name, June" her first memory of him was as clear as day. How her infant cries had vanished when he had taken her into his arms.

"Falcon. I love my name," she whispered and reached to kiss his cheek