Chapter 5:

Damian seemed to avoid me for the remainder of the lesson. I was still undecided as to whether I would let this go or not. I was definitely curious, but I didn't exactly have the energy to go play Nancy Drew. Being true to myself, I decided to procrastinate and leave the decision for later.

When school finally ended, I was making my way towards the parking lot when I realised I had left my paints in the art room. I changed my course, and was just reaching for the classroom door when I was stopped by the sound of angry voices inside.

I immediately recognised them to be Damian and Logan, and realised they must be arguing over something.

"How could you have been so careless!?" Logan growled at his brother. The anger sounded so strange and out of place in that sweet velvet voice of his.

"I'm sorry! It was an accident. Besides, she didn't even care." At this point I was utterly intrigued. Who could they be talking about?

"Did she notice?" Logan asked, sounding much calmer now.

"I don't know. I don't think so; But anyway, didn't you hear what she said during the lesson? I was thinking... I don't know man, maybe we can trust her." During the lesson? Shit, are they talking about me? Logan seemed to take a few deep breaths before replying.

"Damn it Damian, don't be stupid!"

"But..."

"I'm warning you. God, you barely even know her. Besides, you know the fucking rules, you're not allowed to tell anybody."

"Oh, don't give me that crap," Damian snapped. "You saw it as well as I did, the girl's a fucking imprint. Don't you know how rare that is?"

Okay, never mind then. Whatever these two weirdos are talking about, it definitely has nothing to do with me; and what the hell is an imprint? I heard them moving towards the door and quickly sped away before they realised I had been eavesdropping.


I had barely walked into the house when my mother decided to send me back out.

"Oh honey, we're out of milk, would you mind going to the store and getting some?" I sighed but complied nonetheless.

"Alright, give me the car keys."

"Don't be lazy, its like 3 blocks away, you can walk." I let out and even more exasperated sigh and walked out the door.

"I'm gonna get lost..." I mumbled to myself as I made my way through the empty streets. I bought the milk and started heading back home when I noticed I seemed to have stumbled upon the wrong street. I walked around for what seemed like ages and took a corner into a dead end. I was in a disgusting alleyway that stunk of urine. I turned back around with a sigh, and the milk bottle slipped from my hand and crashed on to the floor creating a huge white mess. Standing barely an inch from me was a tall, muscular man who had scared me shitless.

"Fuck.." I breathed. He had long, messy, dark hair and beady black eyes. His shoulders were broad and he looked generally intimidating.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here..." he laughed. Suddenly I felt very, very unsafe.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have simply the most delectable aroma?" he leered at me. I was suddenly angry at what a ridiculous cliché I had become.

"Yeah, its called a shower. You might wanna try it sometime." I hissed at him whilst trying to walk around his massive frame.

"Oh you're gonna be fun." Suddenly he had me pinned against the wall, his arms crushing me at full force. It was rather painful.

"Get the hell off me you crazy asshole." I yelled at him. Up close, he looked even scarier. He broke into a grin and I saw a full set of yellowing teeth that seemed somehow way too pointy to be normal. He leaned into me and appeared to inhale my very essence, as his nose trailed along my jawbone. An action that would have made my body tingle in a romantic setting was making me feel utterly nauseous.

"Ooh feisty," he purred. "You're definitely going to make a splendid trophy." Shit. I am gonna get raped. Isn't that just bloody fantastic. My panic levels were steadily rising and I started kicking and punching him in whichever way I could. Not that it did much, his hold on my arms was so painful I could hardly move, let alone fight.


He suddenly grabbed my neck and tilted my head upwards to expose my throat. His razor sharp teeth inched forward and tears began running down my face. Holy fuck! This whack job is going to bite me! I felt his hot breath on my throat and tightly shut my eyes, awaiting the pain I would surely feel any second. The moment I felt his teeth make contact with my skin I heard a ferocious snarl explode from somewhere in front of me.