Kill Me With A Kiss

Chapter 3:

My eyes widen. My heart felt as if it was going to jump out. I stared at empty space as his words echoed loud and clear in my ears.

"My prey" he had said. Just like that vampire in my dreams. The exact words he called me every time he invades my dream. The exact tone that made my blood run cold. The exact same tone that my instincts told me it meant death. Except this wasn't a dream, it was real. Not virtual. Not just a cursed fantasy. But reality. Unbelievable, frightening reality. Vampires were real. And this creature before me might have a relation to my past.

He leaned closer to my neck, taking a large intake of breath. He groaned. "I wanted to have fun with you and make your last breath  a taste of heaven." he breathed to my neck. "But your blood reeks of paradise. I can't wait to taste it. Too bad for you..." he chuckled, his voice was a melody of danger. Silky with seduction, husky with playfulness and lust(that no one could compete) but there was a dark ring to it, that reminded me of a hungry beast.

I was petrified and it took a lot to speak. "W-w-what d-" I started but was forced to stop and let out an agonizing scream that echoed in the alley.

There was a burning pain emanating from the left side of my neck and not too long after, it spreaded throughout my whole body. The pain was excruciating, nearly unbearable. And to add to it, was a feeling that everything inside you was being sucked. Your happiness, your energy, your blood, your life and your soul. And this overwhelming displeasure paralyzed me and I laid against the wall with him holding me, hopeless like a rag doll. I sobbed, wishing for all of it to end.

He moaned, his hand painfully grabbing on my body, making me yelp weakly.

I had stopped crying for help and screaming as I couldn't find the energy to. My vision soon became hazy and I felt extremely drowsy and if it weren't for the wall and his rough hold, I would have crash to the ground. Soon, it became really hard to breath and I could hear my heart weakly pounding. I was dying...


CLIFFHANGER!!!!!!


NOT....





Then the weirdest thing happened. A boost of energy rushed over me. All the displeasure and dying-symptoms(or whatever) stopped. My body was suddenly out of paralyzation, Abruptly I brought my hands up to his chest and pushed him with all my might even though I knew there was only a 1% chance that it would be effective. But surprisingly, it worked. He landed on the opposite wall with a loud thud. How the hell did I do that? I just pushed a vampire and managed to slam him to a wall!

Our eyes met as I panted. The earlier glimmering crimson colour was gone. His eyes were now an icy blue that held me captive. The full moon shine brightly and it seemed to complement his creamy pale skin. His face shouted perfection. High cheekbones, square-shaped jaw, perfect thick eyebrows, capturing eyes and full lips that looked so tempting to kiss. He had messy jet-black hair that added to his sexiness. My eyes travelled down to his adam's apple, then back to his face. He was so manly. I shook my head, mentally slapping myself. What was that!? I was admiring a vampire. I was admiring the person who nearly killed me.

I looked at him again. This time, I didn't "admire" his "beauty". What I was paying attention in on was the expression on his face. He seemed to have been in a daze. His eyes held shock, horror and another emotion I couldn't identify. What was he thinking? Why wasn't he lunging at me again? It would be a piece of cake for him.

Remembering the pain he caused to me, fear crept back through my veins and all I wanted was to escape- which was what I should've done after I pushed him. I broke our gaze, forcing my legs to function and I was off to a fast sprint.

"I-IVY!" he yelled from behind me. I kept running despite his calls and his desperate yells of the name 'Ivy'.

Seconds later, the sudden strength started to wear off. All the earlier displeasure came back one after another. I felt really drowsy and I started stumbling around the dimly lit alley. My sprint slowed into a pathetic jog as I wobbled away. I tried my best to go faster, fearing he would catch me and finish what he started. I didn't want that. I didn't want the pain. I didn't want death.

With me worrying about the possibilities that could happen if he caught me, I didn't see there was a man walking towards me and I crashed into his rock-hard chest. His arms wrapped around my waist in effort to save me from falling but I took it in the wrong way and panicked, thinking it was the guy who attacked me earlier. I trashed around, screaming,"NO! PLEASE! LET ME GO!"