ANONYMOUS PERSON'S POV
AMANDA IN NEW YORK CITY
Tears run down Amanda's face as she remmebers the times she spent with Louis. She had no idea that he was a freaking vampire. She had slept with a total stranger, and he had hurt her, traumatized her.
A vampire? He was a vampire?
Amanda squeals as she rememebers the way his fangs protruded and bit into her neck, and how her blood-curdling screams were stifled by his big, strong arms.
"I should not have slept with him," Amanda mutters to herself as she lays down in her hospital bed.
Soon, a doctor walks in. He has kind eyes, and he looks really concerned for her.
"Miss Davies, how are you doing today?" He asks.
Amanda is quiet. She is too traumatized to speak to anyone, not to talk of a man, a man who looks exactly like Louis Wilcock.