A/N - I apologize in advance for this, I've jsut had soem wine and couldn't resist. David is in hunting mode in this and you the poor reader are the mouse to his cat ❤❤❤

Dark af content guys!

The first meeting had never been how you expected to meet him. David, that is. It had been a gloomy night on your walk back from the library. It was a bit of a walk as your boots clicked against the freshly damp ground. Tugging your jacket closer, you shifted your bag to alleviate the pressure that had been digging into you.

You couldn't wait to get back home and eat the rest of the stir fry you made yesterday.

It looked like it was going to rain again, just your luck you grumbled as you began to speed up a little, passing the familiar street sign.

With your mind preoccupied, you failed to notice the figure hidden in the trees. Street lights dimmed the closer you got to the shortcut you tended to take across town. As you stepped over the broken wooden gate, you had collided into a chest. You really should’ve looked where you were going.

David had been watching you for a while now. Out of all the people in Santa Carla, it had been you that had caught his attention. It started slowly, after a feeding he had decided to go off on his own for some peace and quiet only to discover you on your walk home. He had almost made you his supper, until he heard you talking to yourself under your breath. It had intrigued him and amused him, all the annoyance in your tone, the questions you asked yourself and he knew you would be embarrassed had anyone wandered by and heard, you looked like the type. Surprisingly you hadn't noticed him whenever he had happened across you. Ever since then he had made it an unintentional habit that the boys had yet to know about. David had found peace in the little routine he had going on until he just couldn't wait any longer...

He stood, out of place yet he stood out as a danger to you the instant you jumped back a little. An intimidating man dressed in leather didn't exactly scream safe. Strong hands gently steadied you by your waist as he gave a light chuckle. “Didn't mean to scare you.” He spoke, a familiarity in his voice that you couldn't quite place.

Maybe it was human nature but you immediately apologized back, despite not doing anything wrong. “Sorry,” you responded, “I didn't know others went this way too.” You took a step back and his marks dropped back by his side. You noticed the cigarette hanging limply from the corner of his mouth. How had you not noticed the glow emanating from the end?

It felt exposing the way his piercing gaze pinned you under him so effortlessly. He was handsome, but not in an immediate way. You looked away and prayed that he wasn't going to give you trouble. There were too many little gangs who ran the town after all, and some were worse than others.

“I suppose it’s good others don't go this way.” A wicked smirk appeared on his strong features. Smoke blowing up in the air upon his exhale.

It didn't put you at ease and before you could end the encounter and dash around him, he had caught your arm. His grip was bruising and before you knew it, your vision blurred and your back was pressed against the rough and scratchy surface of a tree. It knocked the breath from your lungs and you wheezed. His head had ducked down and your eyes widened when you felt his nose against your jugular. Spiky blond locks filled your tearful eyes and then you winced as you felt the cold of a tongue run up your neck. Was he licking you? “Please. You don't have to do this.” You pleaded, knuckled gone white from where you gripped his arms that pinned you in place.

It sounded like he was sniffing you. That or your whimpers deluded you. The rough of his stubble scratched at your skin and you yelped when teeth met flesh. He had bitten you, you knew. Hard. Your mouth fell open in a wordless scream and you tried to push him off again.

It was useless.

Black spots painted your vision as your limbs grew heavy and your blood ran thin. This was it. You were going to die. At 19. Without getting to say goodbye, without being able to ask why.

Once David had had his fill, he pulled back. Using his sleeve he wiped the trail of delicious red from his chin.

Drunk on the taste and high off of the rush, he took a deep breath in and then out. His chest heaved and beastly yellow eyes stared down at the pale face hanging limply from your equally limp body. He scrunched up his face as the nasty Mark’s his teeth had left and something called to him. David was unsure what it was, but he knew that- the blood was draining quicker at this rate. For some reason he didn't like that.

It was unlike him. David didn't care for the lives he and the boys took on the regular, it sustained them and it was a small price to pay in his books. Yet, his instincts were trying to go against him. It was a startling betrayal, yet he found himself amused by the sheer thought of sparing your life.

There really was no way he could kill his mate after all.

Even if he hadn't wanted one anyway.

What a surprise.

“Fuck.” David sighed.

He just couldn't do it.

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You awoke in your bed, the sun shining painfully onto your tired face. You felt like a bus had ran you over. Shutting your eyes tightly, you groaned as your head ached and you wanted nothing more than to curl up under the covers and away from the blaring sun shining through your windows.

Unfortunately fate wasn't in your favour. Seconds later the alarms you set had blared loudly, muffled by something. You wanted to cry when you realized you had class today.

It was an effort and a half for you to function. Walking down the empty corridors you were finally rewarded. No more library today, you had done enough and your body ached. The sun began to set as you made your way out of the college and down the steps towards the bus shelter. Usually you would go past and save yourself the money the journey would cost but tonight you didn't feel up for walking. The weather was pleasant and the forecast had lied but as you leaned your head against the heavy plastic of the bus shelter, you felt strange.

It was only 10 minutes between services that would take you home faster. It had been a stressful day, made more stressful by your physical and mental state. It was like you couldn't even function like normal. There was a few times where you completely zoned out, sometimes you walked past the lecture hall you were supposed to go to and lastly, and most bizarrely, your appetite had been ravenous. Toast and sausage, your usual breakfast that lasted you till lunch time had hardly hit the bottom. Snacking wasn't usually a thing for you, unless you had finals or had a craving for something, but it had surprised you how much you ate. When you tried to hold off, you had become seriously snippy and you had felt guilty for the few times you had snapped. It wasn't like you.

Forgetting how long you had rested your eyes, you felt the wind pick up, blowing your hair across your face and into your now open eyes. It has been a little later than you thought as you realized the sun had now set. There was no away you could have missed the bus was there? At this point you weren't sure whether or not you had actually feel asleep, and in a bus shelter no less. The long bench could hardly be called comfortable ass it dug into your now numb rump.

The gradual roaring of motorbikes came speeding alarmingly fast down the second road leading towards you. You heard them before you saw them. Loud machines, roaring dangerously and oddly less frightening than the deep chuckles from male voices. The owners matched the loud, disturbing and death-traps they rode recklessly on the long stretch of road, crisscrossing each other to the point of almost causing an accident.

You felt nervous as they grew closer. Something told you to run, it was an instant flash of get the hell out of there. It was almost too strong an urge as your legs tensed up. Your heart thumped louder as they passed by, amused eyes winked at you on the way past your peripherals. “Hello Honey!” A loud cackle flew by as a wild blond passed by. Red tinted your cheeks despite the adrenaline coarsing through your veins.

But that wasn't the worst to come.

“Y/N~” How the fuck did they know your name? Your stomach dropped and you certainly didn't recognize him. Something about the way his eyes met yours had you jolting like an electric shock deep to your core. You didn't like this.

“Ho-"

He smirked wider, nodding at you as he passed by, the last of the four.

You ran. Legs burning as you bolted down the slightly longer route. It didn't matter. You didn't stop until you saw your apartment block. Your skin crawled and it didn't stop until you physically ran up the stairs and yanked your door shut hastily.

All of the lights were immediately switched on, leaving nothing in the dark as you darted around the flat. It took a while for your to get over the sinking feeling of dread, and whilst you had been seconds from calling the police you knew they weren't going to just come over just because a punk knew your name.

Once you were relatively unwound, you had felt the heaviness in your limbs grow heavier with sleep. The TV was turned off yet you kept the lights on. It would only be for a day and it was worth it for your peace of mind. Stretching with a yawn you cautiously navigated yourself to the bathroom, stopping to wash your face and make yourself feel fresh, fresher than the corpse you felt like.

You would sleep for the dead tonight, feeling safer the more you moved around. You welcomed the thought of passing out in your bed, in your room and in your apartment seemed amazing as you trudged threw the hallway. You were safe.

You had honestly thought that was your whole ordeal finally over with, when the lights filled the room. You gasped at the bloody message messily drawn on your window.

It read,

You gasped, tensing up by the open door.

Then four sets of angry golden orbs appeared around the scary message from outside in the darkness.

You screamed as the window lifted and the monsters were visible. They were not monsters, human. The bikers, it hit you. They weren't human. This couldn't be happening. They were here and in your room. People usually said that they would have ran, your friends included usually around one of said movies. You felt yourself lock up, even as they approached. The one in particular, dressed in all black stepped forward faster than you could even try to run.

His cold hand ran down your cheek, nails longer and no doubt sharper than a knife trailed down your skin. You flinched and a tear feel from your eye. Shaking your head, he nodded mockingly.

“You know, we really can't keep meeting like this, sweetheart.”