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Run.

Out of the millions of words in the English language, that was the only one his frightened mind could remember. The need to escape was the only thought that ran through his head as he raced with inhuman speed through the darkness of the forest, the sound of mad yelling and shouting following close behind him. He did not dare waste time looking back, the only image he had of his hunters came from the quick glance his panic stricken eyes had taken before his survival instincts took over. But that one glance was enough for him to see the wooden stakes in their hands, illuminated by the glow of their flashlights.

Despite how long the chase had seemed to him, it was only a matter of minutes before that life and death situation came to its end. He knew he was capable of outrunning them, though in the height of his fear the thought had not occurred to him. It was only now, as he stood on the pavement a few blocks away from the forest he had just made his escape from, that the reality of what had just happened processed in his mind.

Just a few minutes ago he was in the midst of the forest, devouring the blood from his latest victim. He did not do it often, most of his cravings were satisfied by what he stole from blood banks and hospitals, but every once in a while he'd get the desire for something stronger.

Thinking back on it, he was positive that there was no one around when he had committed his most recent murder. Despite his strong sense of hearing convincing him of his privacy, he had specifically chosen a time of the night when few or relatively no souls walked the area. But then again, those were no average, innocent souls. Those people had been there deliberately, knowing he'd come around eventually. How many nights they had waited for him was a mystery, but the simple fact that they had was enough to put fear in his mind.

Fear. That was an emotion he had had the privilege of not having to feel in a long time. It was part of the reason he had returned to London in the first place. The second half of the twentieth century had brought a new change of attitude towards the supernatural and the mythological folklore from many centuries ago. Creatures of the night were now a thing of the past, the knowledge of their paranormal existence only kept alive for their use in modern day films and books. Believers were now a minority, and they were of little threat to the supernatural beings of the world, making it somewhat safe for others like him to live a somewhat normal life where it's a rarity to fear potential death every time one steps out of their own home. Thus, that was the reason he was confused by the sudden attempt to kill him by a few obvious believers.

But it wasn't the fear of his hunters exposing his existence that put him on edge, for he was well aware that the majority of the human population considered people like them as crazy and not of the norm, the great disparity of the people of these last few generations and their ancestors. What frightened him was why they had done it and why now all of a sudden. How could they have known in the first place. Perhaps they did not, and he was just unlucky enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Perhaps it could have been anyone and that they were just waiting for one to show up.

That conclusion he had came to calmed him for a bit, but the question of why now still loomed in his head. Even if he was not their specific target, he still might have reason to believe that his life could be at stake, and very possibly, a wooden one.

I know it was a short chapter, but I promise the next ones will be longer. My first chapters usually tend to be short...

Yeah, kill me, I got another fanfic idea. I don't know what's wrong with me, I get an idea amd I just have to write it. And then I just have to post it! But I promise, I'm not giving up on my other ones.

This is actually my first time writing USUK, so we'll see how that goes. It's a vampire AU with vampire!England and human!America because I've recently gotten into the whole vampire and supernatural stuff. And I've also been reading a lot of vampire romances and most of them just seem so cliché and similar to each other, so I kind of wanted to write one that isn't as cliché, and not so similar to the others. Besides for the romance plot, this also has another plot so as to hopefully make it more original.

Anyway, I know it's not much to begin with, but I'd love to hear your opinions. Next chapter will be more focused on America and introducing him into the story.

Thanks for reading!