Chapter 1 – I need a hero
Alec sat alone in dim smoky bar sipping at a glass of whisky he had bought nearly half an hour earlier. He knew he shouldn't be drinking; it made his strange schizophrenia worse with one of his two alter ego's becoming more dominant. This time though it was the Dr Jekyll personality as he thought of it that was dominant, when that is the case you couldn't wish to meet a kinder soul. The opposite is all too often the case with Alec's evil personality resisting treatment, knowing the doctors will try and get rid of him for ever. Finally finishing his drink Alec left the bar man a generous tip and went out the door, walking round the back of the bar down a dingy alley to where he had left his car. Suddenly he heard a woman scream and he ran round the corner to see what was going on. Four men were surrounding a young woman, her clothes already slightly torn as they roughly pushed her from one to another. Acting without thought Alec ran at the four shouting at them to leave her alone. The nearest man turned to see what was going on and Alec punched him in the mouth, sending him flying backwards into one of his friends, both of them falling in a heap on the floor. Alec punched another in the mouth knocking him to the ground his head hitting the pavement hard. The fourth man was more prepared and ducked under a punch thumping him in the stomach, they squared up before Alec punched him hard in the face splitting his lip and snapping his head backwards. The two on the floor had got up and they roughly grabbed his arms, shouting at the fourth man. "Stick him and let's go".
The man pulled a knife from out of his jacket and stabbed Alec in the chest, he felt a blinding pain before slumping to the floor, he thought he heard a mans scream of pain before everything went black.
He awoke to find himself lying in a soft warm bed wearing only his briefs, lifting the covers he looked at his chest expecting to see bandages but instead there was no mark, if anything he looked stronger than he had previously although he felt drained and very weak. Looking round he realised he was in a plush bedroom, from the décor he guessed it was a woman's and a well off one at that, the bed was huge and very soft. The door opened and a woman walked in, it was the woman he had gone to rescue although he had not realised how beautiful she was. In fact as she closed the door and turned to look at him before crossing over to the bed with a warm smile on her face, he realised she was perfect. Her skin was creamy white without a single blemish; her hair was a dark blonde and cut short. She was wearing a white dress hooked round her neck it was very short, very revealing and left little to the imagination. It came down to halfway up her smooth rounded thighs and she walked with a sensuous powerful grace that aroused him despite his concern over his health and her. As she crossed nearer to him and sat on the edge of the bed he couldn't help glance at her breasts, pert and full making him wonder about cosmetic surgery.
"My names Elize and they are real" she said almost as though she had read his mind, but surely she must have meant something else. "But how are you feeling my heroic saviour", she smiled slightly ironically when she said saviour and he got the impression that she hadn't needed rescuing after all.
"I feel fine but I don't understand, I felt the knife stab into me and I could feel my life blood seeping away but now I'm unmarked, did I imagine it or am I dead." He was getting slightly hysterical but damn it he was scared, scared he was going mad. The woman reached out and touched his face, calming him down, her touch was light and he felt a slight electric shock which aroused him again, what's wrong with me I should be finding out what happened.
"Those guys ran off after they stabbed you, I have this ability to heal you and so I brought you back here."
He wanted to ask her what she meant by ability, was she a nurse or something if so he wanted better medical care as none of the nurses that looked after him were stacked like this. Here I go again, mentally undressing this woman is no way to thank her for saving me and she doesn't owe me anything for helping her out, I would have done the same for anyone. Again she seemed to read his mind as she spoke again, her finger sliding across his lips to stop him talking.
"Those men were after me for a reason, you shouldn't have got involved and I feel responsible for what happened. I need to explain a little about me and my kind, please say nothing until I have finished." He found himself frozen unable to move or speak as she told her story.
"Like 99.9% of the world you don't believe in Vampires but we do exist, those men were after me because I had fed on one of their friends and they had caught me, a silly mistake that should never happen. Do not worry, we are not like the myths, all of us are kind and considerate, the sort of people who would help someone out if they were in trouble regardless of the danger. Although I do feed I never kill my victims or indeed enslave them although I could, there is a strict code of honour and I only take enough blood to survive, the victim thoroughly enjoys the experience and I ensure that they have no memory of what happened. We rarely make another Vampire and are only permitted to do so if we find someone warm and caring, like you, I have read your emotions and I know you to be a nice person, I can also read your surface thoughts and I know I can trust you. You are fully healed, in fact you will be slightly stronger for the next few days, I can erase your memory and you will have no recollection of what has happened, or if you wish I can make you into a vampire like me and you need never worry about work or your health ever again."
