"It's you!" You gasped, expecting it but really not expecting it at the same time. But there he was, leaning against the wall. He was wearing a suit again, only this time there wasn't any blood.

"Why are you standing here?" You asked, inching closer to him. You could already smell his cologne, and it made you want to get closer to him.

"I was looking for you," he spoke, and you drowned in his words. He was looking for me, you thought. You almost couldn't pull your eyes away from his until a car horn brought you back to your senses. You blushed at your foolishness and looked away quickly. Why am I acting so weird, you thought.

"Why were you looking for me?" You asked, raising your hand to your warm cheeks. You were definitely blushing.

"Why did you want to help me the other night?" He asked you, ignoring your question completely.

"W-Well," You started nervously, alarmed by the sudden question. "You looked hurt and I thought you might need help. I would want someone to do the same if the situation were reversed."

"I didn't need help," he responded, a strange look in his eye. You began to wonder if you should step away from him rather than move closer.

"Everyone needs help at some point or another. And you were even bleeding, so I thought that–"

"I didn't need help!" He said again, anger lacing his voice.

"Okay," You managed to squeak, not really knowing what else to say. You looked away from him and towards the walls, trying to look at anything but him. You could feel his gaze on you, tracing you.

"I was looking for you too, you know," you found yourself saying, trying to get back to your original question he had swiftly ignored. "I even went to see Ryan at the club, but he got super angry at me for asking about y–"

"Ryan!?" He suddenly got angry, moving towards you quickly. "Did Ryan do anything to you? Did he hurt you?"

You were getting scared now. The dreamy stranger you had helped in the alleyway seemed different now. Maybe the alcohol had made you see him differently. What were you doing listening to your dreams and chasing people into alleyways?

"I-I, no! He didn't... I mean–"

"You're bleeding," he said, grabbing your arm, it was the one Ryan had scratched.

Brendon's POV

I could sense her increasing fear as her heart thumped rapidly in her chest. The sound along with her smell was intoxicating. Then I smelt the familiar metallic liquid and I began to wonder.

Last night I couldn't hypnotize her, and my hypnotism always worked, not once hadn't it. And even now, alike last night, I found I didn't want to stop looking at her, to stop breathing in her smell. I'd only heard of this once before. Her words met my ears and I almost forgot what was happening.

"Ryan!?" I found myself seething, her words finally registering in my brain. "Did Ryan do anything to you? Did he hurt you?"

"I-I, no! He didn't... I mean–"

Her heart sped up again and I realized I had scared her further. I hated it but loved it at the same time. Every time her heart sped up, so did her pulse and I could hear it beating in her wounds.

"You're bleeding," I said, finding myself grabbing her arm. She felt so fragile in my grasp and in that moment I knew I wanted her. I had to taste her to know if what I was thinking was true.

I pulled her arm towards me, breathing in deeply at her intoxicating smell. I could see the fear in her eyes and I could have sworn I felt a pang of guilt, but I just had to know.

"W-What are you doing?" She asked, trying to tug her arm away from me. After she realized I wasn't going to let her go, she reached for her pepper spray in her back pocket, but I beat her to it and tossed it away from her.

Snaking my arm around her neck, I covered her mouth and pulled her deeper into the shadows of the alleyway, away from prying eyes.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, before plunging my fangs into the wound on her arm. I could feel her scream against my hand. It was short lived, as I drank her quickly, finding myself getting lost in the taste of her. It was like no other blood I had ever tasted. Her blood was like cocaine, addictive, always leaving you wanting more.

I pulled away quickly, feeling her pulse grow faint. No! I wasn't going to let her die. I licked the wound on her arm, sealing it so no more of her precious blood could escape. I had finally found her, and I wasn't going to let her die. I looked down in my arms as I held her lightweight frame. She was beautiful. No wonder I could never tear my eyes away. My mate was beautiful.

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Your POV

Opening your eyes you looked at the ceiling of your dorm room tiredly. Your entire body ached and you felt dead. Then you remembered why.

In your sudden realization, you threw yourself upwards and looked around the room. No one was here, you were alone. Your aching body begging you, you laid back down.

"I can't believe it," you whispered to yourself. "Did that really happen?"

Tears pricked your eyes and then you were full on crying. You were scared. No, you were beyond scared. You didn't understand what happened, and you didn't understand how you had gotten here.

Reaching to your nightstand to grab yourself a tissue you found a letter and a rose sitting there. You stopped crying as curiosity took over your mind and your reached for the letter.

It read,

Dear Y/N,

I'm sorry for what I did to you. I hope you'll forgive me, but there will be many more where that came from. I'll meet you here tonight, my love

- Brendon

You stared down at the letter, trying to understand this man, Brendon. He was clearly insane. As you were trying to comprehend your fate, Jess walked through the door, talking on her phone.

You were afraid for tonight. He said he was coming for you, and you didn't want to be here when he did. Looking back towards Jess, you knew what you had to do, but you didn't know how much of a better plan it was.

"Jess, can I come to the club again tonight?" You asked once she had hung up with whoever she was talking to beforehand.

"Oh of course! I knew you would have fun! I even have another dress you might like!" She said, getting really excited. I felt bad knowing that I was only going to stay away from Brendon, but Jess didn't need to know that.

"I was actually going to leave in about 20 minutes, so let's get ready."

You nodded and followed her to the closet. She handed you beautiful, black, laced dress and a pair of heels. Walking into the bathroom, you closed the door and stripped to your undergarments. You slid the dress on, noticing how it fit you even better than the one last night. You wondered if Jess had bought it for you.

After you were dressed, you took out your makeup bag and applied some mascara and eyeshadow, not really going overboard tonight. Tonight wasn't special like last night might have been. Tonight you were just scared.

Exiting the bathroom you glanced outside and saw the sun was almost completely below the horizon. The club and bar would be open by now.

"You ready to go?" You asked Jess, sliding on your heals.

"Yep, lets go," she said, as you grabbed your pocket bag, but where was your phone.

"I can't find my phone," you said nervously.

"Just leave it. I have mine."

You agreed and hurried out the door. You didn't want to stay there any longer. Making it to the stairs, you took them two at a time now. Somehow your fear gave you enough confidence to make it down the full flight of stairs.

"Wow, since when can you walk in heels?" She asked, following you down the stairs. She almost had to catch up with you.

"Since now," you laughed nervously, even more eager to get away from the building.

"Someone's excited to go to the club," she said pretending to dance as you made your way across campus.

"Yeah," you agreed, "and I could really use the alcohol right now."Jess nodded and laughed. She was usually the one to be excited over alcohol.

You looked back at your building once more as you crossed the campus gates and your stomach dropped. There in your dorm room window stood a tall figure and you knew exactly who it was.