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It was dark, and the air was still wet from the rain. (Y/N)'s after school club had just finished. Normally, (school activity) ended an hour after school had, but their club advisor asked her to stay behind and work on one of their projects.

(Y/N) was walking on a dark street with only the street lights lighting the way. Everyone knew it wasn't safe to walk alone on the streets at night—not only for girls, but for everyone. The world was a very dangerous place.

She was almost home, just a few blocks away. (Y/N) felt something tugging on her wrist, and then she was in an alleyway, pinned up against the wall.

She tried to scream, but once she opened her mouth, a hand came across it and silenced her. Then some one's mouth on her neck. She only felt the air coming out of the person's mouth.

(Y/N)'s muffled screams were different this time. At first, her screams were those of terrified cries, and this one was of pain.

This person—who she could tell was a boy by the way his chest felt—had bitten her neck. It didn't feel like a normal bite, like the only with all of the teeth of a person. Even through the pain, she could feel two distinct holes in her neck.

After a while, she stopped screaming. Her eyes started to close and the ground beneath her swayed. Her head leaned away from the person's face, but not because she was trying to get away from him—she'd given up on that.

She heard someone shouting at them, and then the person on (Y/N)'s neck was thrown off of her. The sound of a neck cracking echoed through the alleyway walls. (Y/N) felt a thick type of liquid on her lips and the faint taste of metal before darkness consumed her.

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(Y/N) woke up with a start. Frantically looking around, she saw that she was laying on a bed that was not her own. Her hand flew up to her neck where she was bitten. She pulled her hand away, but no blood was there. Not even the bit marks were there.

"You're finally awake."

(Y/N) turned her head and leaped out of bed. She was wearing a oversized volleyball jersey. It was over sized on (Y/N), but she imaged that it just fit him perfectly.

"Where am I? Who are you? What happened?"

The boy chuckled and grinned. "You ask a lot of questions."

"And you didn't answer any of them," (Y/N) said. "Where are my clothes?"

"Well," he said, "your clothes were covered with blood and even though I personally love blood, I don't like blood staining my bed sheets."

(Y/N)'s head started spinning, and her vision blurred. The boy furrowed his eyebrows and within a second he was standing beside her. One of his arms was wrapped around back and the other on her arm.

"Are you okay? You lost a lot of blood," he whispered in her ear. "I gave you some of mine, but you should eat something before you decide that you want to run a marathon."

(Y/N) moved away from him and sat back down on his bed. "I'm fine."

"I'm Kuroo," he said, sitting beside (Y/N).

"Umm...good for you?"

He laughed. "That's where you tell me your name."

"I'm not going to tell my name to a person that says he personally loves blood."

Kuroo grinned and stood up. "I like you. You have fire."

"I would like me too, if I had actual clothes on," you glared at him.

He smiled once again, and left the room. (Y/N) stood up. She figured that this room was an apartment. There was a bed pushed up against a wall, a T.V stand with a flat screen T.V and many records. On the left of the room was a door which was the bathroom. Beside the door was a mini fridge, a stove, and a sink with cupboards above it.

(Y/N) walked over to the mini fridge. There must be something to drink in here. The apartment looked as if no one had actually lived here. The only exception was the bed, which was a mess of pillows and blankets.

(Y/N) pulled the ledge of the fridge and opened it. She crouched down, and once she saw the blood bags she fell on her butt and just started at them.

"You might have to borrow a shirt. I couldn't get all of the blood out—"

Kuroo stopped at the door. He was staring at her with wide eyes, and (Y/N) was staring back.

"I'm sorry. I—I was just looking for something to drink," she stuttered.

He furrowed his eyes and speed over to (Y/N). He was at least a head taller than her. Kuroo was leaning over her like a tree. He swiftly closed the fridge and leaned closer to her. He reached behind her and drew a mason jar from the cupboard above her head. Kurro handed her the glass.

"If you move the lever down on the sink, the water turned cold," he said. "I'm going to put your clothes in the bathroom, so you can change. You could also take a shower if you'd like."

"Thanks," she said. (Y/N) walked over to the sink and let the water turn cold before placing the mason jar underneath it. "(Y/N). My name is (Y/N), if you still want to know."

Kuroo gave her a kind smile. "That's a beautiful name. (Y/N)." He gave her one last glance and walked into the bathroom.

The way Kuroo said her name, sent shivers up her spine. His voice was deep, but still gentle.

(Y/N) felt water spilling on her hand. She looked down to see that the water was overflowing out of the mason jar and onto her hand.

Kuroo walked out of the bathroom, and without a word, he walked out of the apartment.

"Okay, then," (Y/N) said, and then walked into the bathroom.

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Kuroo was right when he said that he couldn't get the blood out of her shirt. There was a huge streak of blood that ran from the collar to the bottom of her shirt. Thankfully, he left one of his smaller shirt for her.

Since she came from school, all she had was a skirt and Kuroo's shirt. Thankfully, again, he had not taken off her underwear or bra while putting on his jersey.

(Y/N) took a shower and threw on her skirt and the shirt that Kuroo had left her. The shirt fit her perfectly, except the collar was too close to her neck for her liking.

She stepped out of the bathroom with Kuroo's jersey in her hand. He was sitting on the edge of the bed watching her. (Y/N) took tentative steps towards him and handed his jersey to him.

"Thanks," she said.

He nodded and took the shirt back.

"Are you ever going to wear this shirt again?" (Y/N) asked.

Kuroo shook his head. "That's kind of why I gave it to you. It's too small for me."

"Do you have a pair of scissors?"

"Are you planning on killing me? Because even if you are, it's going to take a lot more than just a pair of scissors," he chuckled.

"Why would I kill you? You saved my life," (Y/N) said as she sat on the bed. "The collar of the shirt is too high, it's choking me. That's way I asked if you were ever going to wear this shirt again. I was going to cut it at the collar."

Kuroo nodded and walked over to the night side beside his bed. He took out a pair of scissors and walked back over to her.

He kneed in front of her and put his hand on the collar of her shirt.

(Y/N) jerked back a bit. "What are you doing?"

"I'm cutting the collar," he said. "I'd rather you not decapitate yourself with a pair of scissors."

She nodded and moved back to her original position. Kuroo's hands went back to the collar of her shirt and aimed the scissors downwards to create a V neck.

"Better?" He asked.

(Y/N) nodded. "Thank you."

She glanced at the door. Oh, how she longed to just leave. She wanted to just curl up in her bed and pretend that none of this happened.

In that moment, (Y/N) made a split second decision. With all the power she had, (Y/N) pushed Kuroo back and made a run for the door.

Right when she opened it, it was slammed shut. She felt Kurro's body over hers. A hand was at the side of her head where the door was, keeping it shut.

(Y/N)'s body was pressed up against the wall, trying to keep as far away from Kurro as possible.

The room was silent.

"I would never hurt you, (Y/N)," he whispered in her ear. There he goes, saying her name again

"How could I possibly know that? I don't even know who you are, or what you are."

"I could tell you." His voice was gentle.

(Y/N) shook her head. "Then you'll let me go. Please."

"I would never hurt you, (Y/N)," he whispered again.

"STOP SAYING THAT! Please, let me go. I won't tell anyone what you are," she pleaded.

Kuroo sighed. "Fine, but I'm sorry that you won't remember anything."

He grabbed the sides of (Y/N)'s face and started into her eyes.

"You will remember nothing," Kuroo said. His hands were shaking. "You were walking back from school and one of your friends had an emergency and told you to come over to their house. You forgot to tell your parents."

(Y/N)'s pupils expanded. "I went to my friends house. Forgot to call my parents."

"Good, now go home and forget you ever met me."

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