A/N: Hello, this is a vampire story as you can see. It’s a vampire humour but there is some sexual harassment and abuse within the story line with a few dark chapters. I don’t know how I should rate the initial book so for now I shall place it as a P.G 13 and then either Wattpad or you can decided a higher or lower rating.
There shall be cursing in it and other languages which will be described in my author’s notes at the end of each chapter if that is necessary.
So now on with the book, please comment and tell me what I can do to make it better, thank you.
I hung from the steal chains that hung from the ceiling, my waist and both arms we’re connected to these chains with leather cuffs. My shoulders had already dislocated themselves since I’ve been here for five hours so far. I know this since the only thing in here besides torture tools was a small, white clock.
I stared at the clock, the ticking exasperating after time. The clock was the only thing keeping me awake and away from a few hours of sleep. I glared at the clock, begging it to fall off and smash into thousands of pieces. But it didn’t, which bothered me.
Your probably wondering why I’m hanging by three chains attached to the ceiling. Well, it’s simple. One word is all that is need in the situation given. A word which describes either a monster or a gushy-lover.
Not a Twilight vampire that sparkles when touched by sunlight and won’t get into a girl’s pants because he scared to hurt her. Vampires in the real world are a lot different. They will get into your pants with force, beat you, fight you, drink your blood, chain you up…. You get the picture. The ironic thing about this, which makes me laugh is, I was going to a Twilight movie. Stupid I know but it’s a teenage thrill. I disliked the films, loved the books. Silly I know but I can assure you, if you we’re me this would be the only thing you we’re allowed to laugh at without being questioned and flung into a wall.
As I was saying, I’m here because I was celebrating my sister’s birthday. It was her sweet sixteen as well. But now she was dead, her body drained of life by my kidnapper. I growled as I thought this thought and replayed the scene in my head.
The night was young, and it was time to hit the clubs. Aimee was finally sixteen and we’re having sister time together which we didn’t get often since I was either at work or at college which sucked. We we’re walking to the local club, make-up done and wearing our most sexy clothes without them being to revealing and leaving a lot to the imagination.
As we entered the club, we we’re asked to remove anything silver before entering. This startled both of us, but thought nothing of it and willingly gave up all our silver possessions. When we entered the club, it seemed harmless as we danced and drank a large amount of alcohol, not realizing us that the vampires we’re keeping tabs on us. After a while, we left, just before havoc started between vampire and human.
Me and Aimee walked down the streets of California, making sure we kept clear of dark alley ways where things could lurk, and the things that did lurk, attacked us both. Aimee was drained in an instant while I was kept for other purposes. I was drugged and kidnapped, being taken to God knows where and being locked up in a bed room.
I was then forced to show naked in front of three men who could degrade a woman of my age, the age of eighteen might I add, into feeling helpless. It degraded me, but only slightly. I wasn’t going to back down too quickly. As I showered, I thought silently of how to escape.
And I nearly did, ending me up here as punishment. I sighed and wiggled my legs about in the air. Glad they we’re still alive, too bad for my arms though. I hadn’t noticed how much time had passed until the metal door opened revealing a tall, pale man with shining blond hair and sea blue eyes. His features we’re angelic but masculine making him seem like a fallen angel. His thin lips we’re turned up into a smirk as he stared up at me.
“So you’re the human that my clan was so worked up about, I can see why now.” His smirk turning into a genuine smile.