Smile, Dear: Prologue
I felt the dirt beneath me, dust lifting all around as I struggled through the floor, crawling towards the wall. His footsteps were deliberate, eyes scanning my body throughout, disgustingly undressing me without laying a single finger on me, finally settling on my throat. I lifted a hand, covering any patch of skin that was showing across my neck, shivering at the reality that there was nowhere to escape. I knew what he wanted.
Not that... not anymore.
I wouldn't be able to handle the blood loss.
It'd kill me.
The man was staring at me hungrily; his intentions clear with the glint of desire present in his eyes. His fangs were not present anymore, instead replaced by bloodstained, normal ones. Well, as normal as blood-soaked teeth could look. In addition, the ever-irritating smirk was still clearly there, present in his every move.
I glared straight ahead my chest rising and falling with every harsh breath. A worrying amount of dust lifted by the ruckus of my movements, but I kept going, desperately trying to create some space between us. He looked just about ready for round two, his mouth contorting into a sly mischievous smile. God, how I wanted to strangle the cockiness right off his face.
"Not right now, Elias. Seeing you struggle like that, it does things to me," the man murmured hungrily, licking his lips. "You have no idea how much of a turn-on it is."
"You're disgusting," I snapped bitterly, shaking my head in disbelief.
"Why? Because I have needs too?" he asked, shrugging casually. "I just want to see you break, Elias. I want to watch you plead for mercy."
A soft whine escaped from the back of my throat, erupting into the room. This monster couldn't be talking about... there was no way. I shook my head, my fingers searching for something, for anything that I could use as a weapon. There was nothing within my reach, not that I had expected to find anything in the stupid room.
"You can't guess how long it's been since I've enjoyed the rush of succumbing to my own urges. To dominate a human, as looked-down upon as it is for our kind, brings me so much pleasure."
He breathed deeply, gazing across my body once more. His eyes were glazed over, focusing on me, yet somehow staring beyond me, out into the distance.
"Please... please just let me go," I pleaded.
He shook his head. "I can't do that. I wouldn't even if I could."
I couldn't even begin to imagine all of the disgusting things that were flashing through his twisted mind. He'd do whatever he wanted... and there was no way I could escape.
I would die.
-Four Hours Earlier-
I was making my way home from the library, lazily walking in the general direction of my home. I had been in there with Alycia, rambling on about our school project, trying to decide on an approach for the dreadful topic. The preferred statement in our conversation had a lot to do with how irritating it was that Ms. Lopez refused to let us pick what to work on. Everything was going great, small talk kept light for the sake of not being too chatty. It was a library after all. However, things had started to head south once I realized she was flirting with me. It was subtle, yet bold enough to be unavoidable. It was extremely awkward to endure, yet I stayed until we had successfully half-assed it.
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