I've been alone for a while now. Centuries have passed in the blink of an eye, along with anyone and everything I held dear. Being born a vampire has its disadvantages. My father, well I'm not sure who he really is. My mother never told me. She herself was a vampire of the highest caliber. Born a pure-blood in a time when the world was just starting out. She was beautiful, her long silver hair longer than most as it hung down to her knees. Apparently, it had been her hair that attracted my father too her. Knowing that she never cut it.

I was born in the middle ages, in surprisingly one of Europe's worst times, The plague. The healers told my mother I would not make it seeing as I was born early and with silver eyes. In my culture those born with such eyes are considered hybrids, or as my clan like to call them, abominations. Unlike normal vampires whose eyes remain a normal color until they use their vampire abilities, mine are always silver. This made going anywhere when I was a child a hassle.

As you probably are aware humans and vampires don't exactly have the best track records with each other. Mostly because vampires need to feed off humans to survive, and back when I was born, vampires had no qualm with draining an entire village to keep themselves fed. Of course, if you ask people about vampires now they would just laugh at you. It was after the death of one of our Elders, my grandfather, that the law was made that we vampires distance ourselves from humans.

Those who disobeyed this law where made examples of and died by sun exposure. All vampires, save for two that I am aware of, can die if the sunlight touches their skin. I however am not one of them. No one knew, not even my own mother, that was until one day I risked my life to save a human. When my skin did not burn my mother and I were sent away. Our clan said she had committed the gravest sin of all, although at that time I had no idea what they meant.

Other than vampires, there is another race of beings called Lycans; or werewolves depending on where you are from. They are a wild breed. Their hatred for us vampires runs deep as my kind once used them as slaves. Of course, this was back before my time. When I was born the Lycan uprising had already happened and they were running free around the world. It was my mother's job to keep them in check as a Death Dealer. She was a rarity in her job; whereas most Death Dealers killed all Lycans, my mother only killed those who could no longer control the beast within them. She once told me that Lycans are not all bad. There are a select few who are good and deserve a second chance.

When my mother died, I left the coven and everyone there behind to move on and try to heal the hurt in my heart her death caused me. Centuries had passed since that day and I became a traveler of sorts. I never stayed in the same place too long. It was in the mid-forties in the snowy alps of Austria when I first met a person who would change my life forever.

The cold wind blew against my face bringing with it a thick smell of freshly spilt blood. I pull the hood of my jacket back as the smell pulls me in. It wasn't the blood of some random animal; but that of a human. I found my mouth starting to water at the scent. Unable to control my thirst I find myself rushing off after the injured being. When I found, him he was being dragged away by some soldiers. My eyes followed them for a moment before a simple word left the injured man's mouth, "Steve?"

'Steve? Who was Steve?' I thought to myself as I stealthily followed them. What were they doing with him? He sounded American. Was he some lost soldier? His blood smelled different than that of a normal human. It smelled sweeter. Was he a POW? I narrow my eyes before my body moves on its own causing me to come out of hiding and cut off their path.

"Кто ты??" One of them asks and I narrow my eyes. Russian.

"Оставьте человека, и никто не должен умереть." (Leave the man and no one should die.) I reply to them my eyes shielded from their sight.

"Единственный, кто умрет здесь, будет вам женщиной.." (The only one who will die here will be you woman.) One of them replies making my anger grow.

"Я больше не скажу тебе, дай мне его." (I will not tell you again, give him to me.) I retort angrily as I pull my hood from my head letting my eyes and fangs become visible causing them to pull their weapons up and aim them at me.

"Что ты такое?" (What are you?) Another man asks as I let out a low growl my fangs growing.

"Я вампир, и я голоден." (I'm a Vampire, and I'm hungry.) I reply as I lunge through the air at them and using my vampire strength quickly incapacitate them all. I leave them there, their blood still in their bodies before I make my way over to the man lying unconscious on the ground his left arm nowhere in sight. He looked rough and the sweetness of his blood started to make it hard for me to fight the urge to drink from him. Taking a deep breath, I bite the inside of my mouth as I reach down and lifting his head up off the ground say, "Hello, I need you to open your eyes." I say as softly as I can.

He groans in pain as his eyes open just slightly. As I consider them I know he's not okay. He's lost too much blood. I groan inwardly as I look over at his missing limb before my eyes return to his. "I can save you, but I cannot replace your arm."

"What?" He asks his heart starting to slow. If I didn't give him some of my blood now, he would die. I wouldn't give him enough to completely turn him. I wouldn't turn anyone; but I could give him just enough to save his life. Taking a deep breath, I roll up my sleeve and pulling my wrist up to my mouth and using my fangs pierce my skin letting the warm liquid flow from my body. I turn back to him and bringing my wrist to his mouth say, "Drink." His eyes meet mine and he looks away. "Do you want to live or not?" I ask annoyance filling my voice.

"Steve?" He asks and I let out an annoyed sigh.

"If you want to see your friend again you have to drink." He slowly turns back to me and then with reluctance in his eyes opens his mouth. I quickly bring my wrist to his lips and feel my heart start to race as he starts to drink from my wrist. Drinking a vampire's blood, for a human, not only healed them but also was mildly like an aphrodisiac. Both the human and the vampire experienced a feeling of pleasure from it; but that is only when the vampires blood is given freely. If it is taken from them it becomes a poison to whomever drinks it.

I start to feel my body become hot and I instantly pull away from him. My face flushes pink as I instantly roll my sleeve back down. Later, after I made sure he was safe and okay, I would worry about the wound on my wrist. I quickly turn back to him to see him passed out and I let out a heavy sigh. At least he wasn't dead, yet. I look around trying to gather my bearings before I grab his uninjured arm and sliding him on my back stand up. It would be too far to take him to the nearest Coven, they would most likely drain him anyway, and it was too dangerous for the nearest town; I silently resign myself to taking him with me to my cabin. Hopefully I have what I need to treat his arm. Taking a deep breath, I grip tightly to him and without leaving a trail carry him away.

Walking into my cabin I close the door behind me and swiftly make my way over to my bed, which I don't really use nor need, and set him down. He releases a wince of pain as I try as gently as possible to remove his tattered jacket. There was no telling how he would react when he finally opened his eyes; but until then he would be comfortable. I look over at the unused fireplace and groan inwardly as I realize I'd have to light it. Turning away from the unconscious man I walk over to the cupboard and grabbing some old blankets from when there used to be humans using this cabin and walk back over to pile them on top of him.

I still needed to clean his wounds; but I couldn't do that if I had to worry about hypothermia. "Let's see, I can do this." I say aloud to myself as I walk over to the fireplace and pulling a level instantly feel a draft come down from it. I glance around the room for something that I could use to start a fire. I would have to go out and push a tree over for wood; but if I didn't have and Flint or dry twigs, there would be no fire. I walk over to the table that the preoccupants had used and pulling a chair out from under it bring my free hand up and swing it down with enough force that it splinters around the room.

I quickly gather them up and place them next to the fireplace. Turning from it I make my over to the door and glancing back at him for a moment walk outside to the nearest tree. I crack my knuckles before I pull my fist back and swinging it forward split the tree in two. I shake my hand for a moment as I wait for the pain to numb out. Once it subsides I walk in intervals splitting the log into smaller pieces that would fit in the fireplace. Then loading as many as possible into my arms I carry them back into the little cabin.

Standing in front of the unlit fire place I set to work creating a fire. Thankfully the wood wasn't too green so it went up in blazes relatively fast. Now that the fire was started it wouldn't take long for this little cabin to warm up. I walk over to the kitchen area and grabbing an old pot I walk outside to collect snow. Filling the pot up until it is overflowing I head back inside and place it beside the fireplace to melt. I let out a sigh of relief as I pull my coat off and walking back to the door hang it on one of the vacant hooks attached to the wall.

"Now to find something to use for bandages." I say as I walk over to the old dresser and sliding out one of the drawers smile as I see some unused cloth siting before me. Pulling them out I close the drawer and walk over to check on the pot of melting snow. Kneeling, I place my hand over the top of the water to feel that it had become rather warm. I pull the clothe out in front of me and start to tear strips out of it.

I hear a groan and I follow the noise to see the pile of blankets start to move. I quickly jump to my feet and setting the ripped cloths aside I move over to him. I watch as he throws the blankets off himself and then lets out a howl of pain. His eyes meet mine and he freezes. "Who are you?"

"I would not move so much." I reply motioning to his arm. "If you will let me, I can clean it and wrap it up for you."

"So you're just not gonna answer my question?" He asks narrowing his steel eyes at me as he reaches up and grips his shoulder.

"The less you know about me, the safer you'll be." I answer honestly as I turn away from him and walk back over to the fireplace.

"So I don't even get to know your name?" He asks as he forces himself to stand. He pauses for a moment clearly surprised that he could move freely.

"I don't have one." I reply grabbing the now boiling pot of water and turning back to him.

"Come on, everyone has a name."

"Not everyone," I reply with a hint of pain in my voice before I motion for him to sit at the little old table. He stares at me for a moment his eyes flitting back and forth from my own to the pot in my hands. "This is water, boiled enough to purify any bacteria that might have been in the snow; if you'll allow me, I need to wash your wound."

"Why should I trust you? You won't even tell me your name." He asks and I groan inwardly.

"You shouldn't trust me. If you must call me something, call me Night." I answer placing the pot on the table and walking back to the fireplace to grab the ripped cloths.

"Okay Night, how are you gonna help my arm?" He asks as he moves to sit at the table.

"I'm going to clean it as best as I can. Like I said before, I cannot replace your arm." I answer as I close the distance between us.

"I'm not gonna say it's fine cause it's not; I'm really gonna miss my arm, but I'll learn to live without it." He says and I can tell from his tone that he's trying to hide his upset.

"I have no doubt that this is true." I reply as place one of the cloths into the still steaming water. "Now I need to remove your shirt. That is if you'll allow me."

"Have at it Night, but thanks for asking first." He says as he holds his arm out.

"This may hurt a bit." I say as I reach forward and grabbing the hem of his shirt pull it up over his shoulders giving me a full view of his injuries. He had some bruises that were starting to heal, thanks to my blood, but the most visible injury was his arm. Not going to lie it looked pretty bad.

"You're thinking it looks bad, well darlin it hurts just as much." He says a smirk filling his face.

"I'll need to clean the dried blood off as well." I say as I toss his shirt into the floor. I reach back for the hot water drenched cloth only to have his hand shoot out to catch mine before it hits the water. "What are you doing?"

"That water is still steaming, you'll burn your hand if you stick it in there." He replies his eyes finding mine suddenly making me uncomfortable.

"I'll be fine," I start pulling my hand form his, "I don't get injured like your kind does." I reply dipping my hand into the water to grab the cloth.

"My kind," He says his eyes narrowing in confusion. "Are you not my kind? You look human."

"Well I'm not, not exactly." I reply wringing the water out of the cloth before I start to work on cleaning his wound along with the dried-up blood. Which turned out to be harder than I thought. I hadn't fed in what seemed like forever and now here I was cleaning blood off a human's body, blood that smelled way too sweet for my own good. I could feel my mouth start to water with every wipe of blood.

"Then what may I ask are you?" He asks pulling me from my silent hunger.

"Like I said, the less you know the better." I reply my eyes meeting his.

"You have very strange eyes." He says causing me to wince as a painful memory filled my mind. I quickly look away as I dip the cloth back into the water. "I didn't mean that in a bad way. I think they're pretty, I've definitely never seen anything like them before."

"And hopefully you never will again." I reply wringing the water out of the cloth.

"And why is that?" He asks wincing as the cloth cleans the last of the blood off.

"I'm starting to feel like a broken record." I say as I toss the cloth into the pot and walk back over to the fireplace to grab the excess cloths to wrap up his arm.

"You don't talk much about yourself, do you?" He asks as I wrap the cloths around his wound.

"I don't talk at all usually." I say as I wrap the last cloth around his arm and tie it off. "I'm not a doctor, and I don't know how well this will keep you from getting infected, but it's the best I can do with the given circumstances."

"I'll take your word for it, just wish I had some pain killers."

"That I can't help you with." I reply a soft smirk filling my lips.

"James," He says holding his hand out to me causing me to cock an eyebrow at him. "My name is James Buchanan Barnes, but my friends call me Bucky. Which means you can call me Bucky as well."

"We're not friends." I state obviously, "We don't even know each other."

"Then let's start to get to know each other." He says motioning to the chair opposite him.

"You don't know what you're asking." I say as I walk over to the door and grab my coat.

"Where are you going?" He asks a tinge of worry in his voice.

"You should rest. Your body will start to tire soon. I'll find you something to eat and return soon. You don't have to worry about anyone showing up here for you." I say pulling my hood up over my head and opening the door I head out into the cold. I needed to distance myself from him. He was strange for a human. He wasn't scared of my appearance or my eyes. I hadn't seen anyone react like that in centuries. Although, I had never smelled anything like him before. He was special I could tell but I couldn't stay around him. Not with how hungry I was.

First things first, I needed to feed; then I needed to feed the human. I could slink into the nearest village and swipe something from the market, that would be easy. What would be hard would be keeping him a secret from other Vampires and Lycans. The wolves would stay away for as long as my scent was there; however, my scent would also attract vampires. I would have to figure something out later. For now, I needed to feed.