"Uhn!" My face was a watery mess of flowing tears, I tried to turn away, to break his grip but he was too strong. I felt my eyes bulge my lips silently move, my lungs craving the oxygen now taken from me.
What was going to happen to me? Was I going to die?
My eyes began to roll up into the vacancy of their sockets. My hands twitched helplessly at my side. I'm going to die, I'm going to die and never see a full moon again. I let out a weak sigh in defeat with my last puff of air and let my body fall limp. Just kill me and be done with it.
The pressure on my neck released and cool air rushed into my lungs so fast I let out a cry as it felt as though crystal shards were impaling me. The guy leaned ever so close that his hair brushed my cheek.
"I won't kill you so quickly," he breathed, his hand cupping the other side of my face. "I want you alive for this." He brought my cheek up and licked the tears from it.
I tried to pull away but found I was trembling, such was my weakness. The guy chuckled softly and tugged me closer to his form, "You are weak, you will not be a problem to maintain. I won't even have to put you under glamour." His smile widened, the edges sharpening with vicious desire.
"P-please, stop." I rasped huskily, "Why are you doing this to me? I didn't d-do anything," I gazed pleadingly into his cold eyes and saw flash of shock go through them and perhaps something warm.
"Shut up." He said, in a steely voice. He roughly pressed me against the wall. "You don't know anything! You're just some tramp the hunters picked off the street for nourishment and entertainment." The words hit me like a slap to the face and I flinched.
"What do you mean?" I asked. What was he talking about? I wasn't a tramp!
He sighed, "You really know how to ruin someone's appetite." He said dryly. "What I'm saying is that the hunters pick up the homeless and run aways to bring here so you wound up here of your own accord." He glanced down at me, "Now can I get back to what I came here to do or do you have any more uselessly pesky questions?"
I frowned, "But I'm not a runaway or a homeless! I was just walking home-"
His face closed, "Oh shut up!" Without warning he ripped off my jacket and tore through the fabric of my shirt like it was tissue paper. I shrieked helplessly, all too aware I was alone in a room with a guy that had just ripped half my clothes off.
His strong hands pressed my shoulders flat against the wall. He leaned forward and then excruciating pain coursed through my neck and upper body. I screamed with all my might and felt my nails bite into the own flesh of my palms. I felt a tug and his lips were wet against my ear.
"I could've made it painless, even pleasant." He revealed, "But you do bring out the nasty part in me, would you like to try again?"
Before I could reply his lips were gone and another pain racked my sore body, this time just a little below the ear he'd been murmuring into. I screamed louder, voicing my pain to the glum ceiling. His arms wrapped possessively around my body and lifted me a few inches off the floor, as he cradled me closer to his mouth.
The pain, the absolute pain! My eye sight blurred red and I dug my nails into his arm. He moaned slightly and his own nails dug into my back.
"S-stop!" I gasped, "Oh please stop!"
He wasn't listening to me. The pain was coursing up my spine, through my veins. All I could do was try not to scream. Around us the light of the candle flickered, snuffed out entirely. I thought it was my vision going but it wasn't and amazingly I could see perfectly in the darkness.
"Get off." I whispered. My eyes were swirling with fury. Heat was surging up through me, taking over me. "Get off!" My voice was a raspy roar.
Suddenly a spasm passed through me and then there was only a flash of light. When I could see again the boy was against the door, eyes wide blood dripping from his mouth. A weird lightness was filling me, overtaking the pain. I brushed a hand over the gash in my neck and then it was gone, all smooth flawless pale skin.
"Don't touch me." I said. It was surprising to here my own voice, it was the same but an eerie under tone had been added so my voice sounded mystic and willowy but at the same time powerful and controlling.
The guy recovered after an instant and curled his lips into a snarl, "You can't stop me, you're just a simple insect. You can't do anything."
I felt the hair begin to lift up into the air around me. "Step aside," I said coolly, "If you do not, I will go through you and the door."
That really set him off. "You?" he laughed.
My patience ran dry. All the warmth surged into my finger tips and then I was streaking towards him, mouth set in a grim determination. I felt my fist connect, felt it send a strength vibrating through him so great the bones cracked within him and collapsed and light spilled into the room. The door didn't budge. Suddenly exhaustion swept through me and I stumbled back, landing flat on my back.
"I don't know where a girl like you learned to punch like that," the guy said. He suddenly was above me. "But if you ever raise a hand against me again I'll be sure to make my visits more frequent. As for now..." pointed teeth protruded from his lips. "I believe my meal was cut short."
My world eclipsed into black pain.
Vampire-napped Chapter Three~~~ Worst Nightmare
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