This snippet is the first 250-ish words of my 2009 NaNo novel.
I opened one eye, only to squint angrily at the clock. The red digits glowed brightly at me, oblivious to my foul mood—3:08 AM. Ugh. “Nicolae,” I said without turning my head, “go home. It’s an ungodly hour. I’ll talk to you in the morning.”
Nicolae is the vampire sworn to protect me by an oath to my father—the father I never knew. He also had the worst habit of popping in unannounced in the middle of the night to check on me. It woke me up every time, even from a dead sleep, because I could subconsciously feel the change in the room and it set off little alarm bells in my head. Tonight was especially bad, though, because I had gotten to sleep less than an hour ago.
“Ava,” he gasped, “help.”
I sat straight up, adrenaline surging into my veins. Nicolae never, ever asked for help. I’d seen him single-handedly take out an entire coven without requiring any assistance from me. I scrambled for the switch of my bedside lamp and flicked it on, throwing the room into stark light and deep shadows.
He was crouched at the foot of my bed, his body hunched in on itself. The left half of his shirt was shredded. A wound in his side that looked suspiciously like a bullet hole was bleeding steadily. It was his eyes, however, that put me on edge. Blood red and practically glowing, those eyes meant trouble.