Getting kidnapped by a sexy vampire....!

"Please" I whispered looking deep in his eyes. "If you won't let me go please just don't kill me" He looked like he was pondering this as he looked away from me and started pacing again. I just sat there, watching him. Finally he said,

"I'm sorry but I can't let you go." As he said that he shifted his sharp gaze to me and I just started to cry again.

"But I don't think I'm going to kill you." Even though I felt an enormous amount of relief wash threw my body I couldn't find it in me to stop crying. All of a sudden I felt this huge amount of pressure push down on my chest as I realized I was never going to see my friends or family ever again, whether I lived or not. Then in the blink of an eye he was on the bed crouching over me teeth flashing and all. I cringed back and he just came closer. All I was able to think was; Oh crap! This is it, he's going to just kill me and get it over with. My breathing started to accelerate and then before I could even blink he was on the other side of the room huddling in the corner also breathing hard. I was scared out of my mind and didn't know what to do. Then he said to me, "You smell very good, I can see your blood flowing under your skin. It's very appetizing." He licked the edges of his fangs and asks me, "What's your name?"

I stared at him blankly, was this guy serious he's about to kill me and he wants to know my name? This guy is sick, but I told him any way.

"Kristin, what's yours?"

"Michael"

"That doesn't really seem like a name for a vampire." I said giggling a little. He stared at me as if he was offended so I stopped before he got too mad. "Sorry" I muttered shyly. He just looked at me, was he going to kill me? That's all I could think about. Then I asked, "What are you going to do with me if you won't let me go and if you're not going to drink my blood?" I shuddered at the though.

"I don't know yet, but don't worry Ill figure out something." He sounded so sure of himself and that's probably not such a good thing since he's a vampire. I had to get out of there and fast so I asked him,

"Where can I go to the bathroom? I kinda have to go." He stared at me like I was some little child, scrutinizing my expression, and I'm sure he heard the shakiness in my voice because he answered be saying,

"Follow me"

So I got off the bed not even realizing I was dizzy until I felt me knees start to weaken but before I hit the ground Michael was at my side steadying me by grabbing my elbow. I looked up at him and all I saw was his hard expression. He then let got and walked to the open door of the room and disappear through it. I quickly hurried up my pace to catch up to him but when I was out the door he wasn't there. I froze mid step and looked around the dark hallway but saw no sign of him. The only thing I saw was a staircase at the end of the hall to the left. I walked to it and as I got to the first step I felt like I wasn't alone. I quickly turned around and there he was watching me with dark eyes. I gasped; all he did was pull me by the wrist and yanked me down the hallway opposite the stairs. After passing two open bedrooms we stopped in front of a closed door. My heart was racing and I felt like I couldn't breathe. He opened the door and pulled me in. It was an Italian style décor with marble style tiles and sink tops. The walls were blood red (how ironic) and there wasn't any lights just tall thick candle. There was a walk in shower same type of tile as the flooring and a toilet in the corner by the window. It was actually nice but kind of big for a bathroom in a house that held one person. Then Michael turned to me and said,

"I'll be right outside the door. But if you try anything I will kill you." The way he said it he made it sound like a promise and a threat. I could only nod.

After he walked out and shut the door behind him I quickly locked it and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was tasseled around no longer the thick dark curls they had been the night before at the party. Then I looked at my face my make up was running from when I was crying before. So I walked over to the toilet and got a piece of toilet paper and ran it under cold water so I could at least try and fix my face. I ran the wet piece of toilet paper under the rims of my eyes to try and fix my mascara that made me look like a raccoon. My cat green eyes were blood shot from all the exhaustion and tears. So in other words there was no fixing me tonight. I looked like crap and there was nothing I could really do about it. After trying to make my face look presentable I looked down at my short black dress I had worn to the party last night. It was very fitting to my body shape like it was painted on to match my curves. The back was open down to the small of my back. The length of my dress was around mid thigh. Since I was lying down it was hiked up an inch higher, Oh-My-God! How embarrassing my butt was basically hanging out! Then I looked down at my very nice and very expensive black stiletto boots, I remember I got them as a birthday gift last year from my brother Rickie, whose two years older than me. My complexion which is usually tan was white from freezing and almost being scared to death. Then I heard a sharp knock on the door and froze. Then I said, "Hold on a sec ill be right out" impatient he knocked again. I took one last look in the mirror, fixed my dress, and ran through my hair with my fingers a few times and turned for the door. When I opened the door he was leaning against the door frame to another room across from the bathroom. He looked mad and hungry. A jolt of terror shot through me as I was looking at him. Then he crossed the small hallway to where I was standing took my wrist in his strong grip and once again yanked me down the hall passed the staircase and back into the room with no windows. He was very rough and he seemed to be mad about something so when we were in the room he just stood in front of me still gripping roughly at my wrist when I finally had to ask.

"Are you ok? You seem mad about something."

"I'm just frustrated because I'm hungry and you look very appetizing!" he growled the words at me. I looked down at myself and realizing how low the top of my dress was used my free hand to try and pull up the v-neck portion that was revealing a little too much of my chest. He growled again then said, "Don't worry I can control myself, I wont try and eat you." I knew I wasn't going to see my friends or family again, so I blew out a sigh of frustration and said,

"You know what, this is going to be difficult enough for the both of us so why don't you do us both a favor and just drink my blood." He stared at me shocked so I went on with my sudden outburst. "It's going to be hard for you because your hungry and I look appetizing and hard for me because ill never be able to see my friends or my family again. So I figure it benefits us both if you just kill me now and end both of our miseries." He looked at me as if I lost my mind and you know what maybe I did I mean I was kidnapped be a vampire for gods sake and then he says he's not going to eat me but he wont let me go. How much can one person take? As I was saying this I started to get a headache. I was walking to go sit down on the bed when I realized that he was still holding my wrist. I tried to wiggle it free but he just gripped it harder and I swear I heard something snap. I was starting to get scared and frustrated again! Why won't he let me go? Is he going to kill me after all? I was scared both shit less and relieved. Was it going to be painful or was it going to be fast? But on the other hand ill be free and not have to sit here and rot for the rest of my life so the out look was sort of ok. I said sort of. He tugged on my wrist pulling me forward against his chest face to face with him. My breath caught at his abruptness and then my heart started to accelerate. Oh god this is it, please let it be painless! But he smiled that naughty smile again then said,

"Why would I make it that easy? I like a challenge and I think you'll be able to handle not seeing your family and friends for a while" I was glaring at him, why was he doing this to me? This is worse than killing me. It's torturing me. I was trying to be nice and make it easy for the both of us but, no. He has to make it harder for me, why? He suddenly let go of my wrist and placed both of his hands on my waist pulling me closer. Oh my god what was he doing? Alright if I wasn't scared before I was now, was he showing sudden affection or something weird like that? I don't know, but he just stared at me taking in everything with his eyes, analyzing me. While we were in this position I took the advantage of doing the same. I didn't realize how muscular he was with both my hands on his chest. He was also really tall too probably six foot one or maybe even two. He had a sort of dark almond hair color that he wore slicked back. His dark blue jeans fit him nicely and his black fitted t-shirt accented his muscular chest and arms. He was rather breath taking. What would he want with a girl like me? (If he wasn't going to eat me that is) Then he released me took me by the wrist again and walked me over the bed where I woke up earlier today and said, "Lay down it's probably been a long night for you and a lot to take in." He saw the hesitation in my movement, "Don't worry I wont eat you in your sleep or anything. Ill just be in the next room." I looked at him kind of grateful and still pretty scared. "Th-thank you" I managed to spit out; he just smiled, released my wrist and walked out of the room closing the door behind him.

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