Someone was chasing her. Or maybe something. She couldn't see its face, but something about the stranger was very off-putting. Sometimes she could kind of... sense things. It was difficult to explain. And even if she'd tried, she was sure people would just think she was crazy. Which she probably was. She chanced a glance over her shoulder. The thing was gaining on her. Then all the sudden she was crashing into something. A dumpster, great. The alley she'd been chased down was a dead end. She was knocked off her feet and she twisted around to see her pursuer. He was closing in on her. She sat up on the ground facing him, her knees drawn up to her stomach.
"Well, look, a tasty treat!" The man said as he got nearer. She could see his face now. It was all bumpy and he had fangs.
"A vampire." She whispered, surprise coloring her tone. It caught the creature off guard too.
"How--" He started before he was cut off by being turned to dust. Some of the dust landed on the girl and she flinched in disgust. Now before her was a boy, not much younger than herself, holding a wooden stake and looking very intense. And handsome. She blinked at him.
"Thank you." She said, after a moment, her body trembling and her hands going to her stomach protectively. But her voice was surprisingly strong. The boy frowned.
"You're not afraid?" He asked. The girl managed a smile.
"Of course I'm afraid. A vampire just tried to drink my blood."
"How did you even know what it was?"
"It had fangs, what else would it be? Not that I've ever actually seen one before. My first vamp! How exciting!" She was babbling and she knew it. She tended to do that when she was nervous. The boy drew his eyebrows together, looking confused. But then he sighed and shook his head.
"Are you alright?" He asked, offering her his hand. She gratefully took it and he helped her to her feet. She brushed the dust off and caressed her stomach before answering.
"I think so." She said, then she gasped and collapsed, clutching her stomach. The boy caught her. But she was already unconscious. He sighed and swept her up bridal style, carrying her off into the night.
The girl woke with a start, crying out the name. The boy rushed over to her.
"Are you okay?" He asked, sitting next to her. She noticed she was on a bed. She looked around. The room was shabby to say the least. There were candles everywhere, seemingly the only source of light. The boy looked concerned. She blinked up at him.
"Yeah." She said softly, hands once again going to her stomach. Taking a closer look, the boy noticed it was slightly swollen.
"Are you pregnant?" He asked. The girl looked defensive.
"Yes." She sighed, her hands tenderly caressing her belly.
"Who's Julia?" He asked suddenly. The girl's head snapped up.
"Where did you hear that name?!" She cried. He looked confused.
"You said it as you were waking up." He elaborated.
"Did I?" She asked, looking forlorn.
"It's a bit of a long story."
"Well, maybe you could start with your name, and why you were in that alley." He said, making himself comfortable on the chair next to the bed.
"Only if you tell me your name first." The girl said, finally giving a tiny smile. The boy smiled too.
"I'm Connor." He said.
"Nice to meet you, Connor. And thanks again for saving me."
"Yes, yes, that's all well and good but who are you?"
"That's a complicated question." She answered with a sigh. The boy, Connor, raised his eyebrows.
"So start at the beginning?"
"Promise not to tell anyone?"
"I don't have anyone to tell." He assured her. She smiled tightly.