Addicted

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"You will forget ever knowing anything about vampires, Colby, or any of us. You will forget it all. You will forget about Katrina. You moved here to become a writer, and you just landed your first job. Everything in your life is perfectly normal, and you will continue living as if we never existed."

I jerked upright in my bed, the words from my dream ringing in my ears before they started drifting away.

"Colby...who is Colby?" I muttered to myself.

Why was I having dreams about someone that I didn't know? I shook my head to clear it of the cobwebs. I must've came home from the interview and knocked out.

My laptop was open in the middle of my bed, where I had been writing. I crawled out of bed, and found my purse dropped on the floor where I left it when I came in. Something felt off with me, and I couldn't shake this weird feeling that I was forgetting something.

I opened my phone to see if anyone had texted or called. Of course not. It was empty, my only contact being Prospect Park.

I didn't know anyone here yet. Sad really, but whatever. I was never the best at making friends anyways.

It was a little after 6 p.m so I had slept about 4 hours. Wow.

Why was I so tired? My phone rang in my hand, startling me. I didn't know the number but thought it might be Mr. Roberts or something so I answered it.

"Hello, Chloe Daniels speaking." Ugh, I hated the way that sounded.

"Chloe, where the fuck are you? You should be home by now. Colby just woke up asking where you are?"

Colby? Why did she say the name that was in my dream. I narrowed my eyes at the snarky unfamiliar female voice on the other end of the phone.

"Who is this?" I demanded.

"Bitch, shut the fuck up. You know it's Kat. Now stop playing. Are you okay?" Her voice sounded concerned now, like the stranger was actually worried about me, so I softened my tone.

"I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong number. This is Chloe, but I don't know a Kat. Sorry."

I hit end on the call, and it automatically started ringing again, another number that I didn't know. Ugh.

"Hello?" I responded, my voice slightly irritated because I was beginning to get freaked out but I didn't understand why.

"Baby girl, why aren't you home? I'm freaking out. I can't get in touch with Elias, and I was worried." The deep male voice that flitted through my phone speaker sent shivers straight down to my core, making me clench my legs.

Oh my.

How the hell does someone's voice do that to you?

"Uh, I am home. I think you have the wrong number." I stuttered into the phone, honestly hating myself as I did.

I didn't want this voice to have the wrong number.

"There's something wrong with you. Chloe, are you at your apartment?" The voice grew hard, and cold, making fear spread throughout my body this time.

I hung up the phone.

How did he know about my apartment?

Does this person actually know about me? I shook my head and put my phone in my pocket, nervously looking out my bedroom window. That was stupid, considering how high off the ground my place was, but it was a knee jerk reaction.

I walked into the living room, and started looking around for Prissy, calling her name softly as I went.

I hadn't seen her all day.

"Prissy, here kitty, kitty. Where are you at baby girl?"

I was looking in the bathroom, when I heard a banging on my door.

"Chloe! Chloe, open the door!"

It was that voice. The guy that was on the phone.

I would never forget that voice...but how in the hell did he know where I lived?

How did he know my name? Oh my God, I was freaking out!

Was I about to die, like all those horror stories that you see on the news, but never imagine them happening to you? There was no way that I was opening up that door.

"Chloe, I know you're in there, I can hear your heartbeat. I don't know what's wrong with you but I'm not going to hurt you. Please open the door." His voice was pleading with me, and I found myself, walking slowly towards the door, wanting to open it for him.

I stopped myself, as the banging shook the walls around me.

"Please leave." I whimpered out.

"Chloe, baby girl, it's me. It's Colby. Please open the door. We'll figure this out. Don't make me knock it down. I don't want to scare you."

Knock it down?

What the fuck? I didn't reply, but I shrunk against the wall, a few feet away from the door. I heard him sigh on the other side.

He couldn't actually kno-

There was a loud "BANG" before the door, was lying flat down on the ground and the most attractive, terrifying man I had ever seen in my life was walking into my apartment, straight towards me.

I was more scared than anything right now, so I ran straight to my bedroom, screaming, as I scrambled for the phone in my pocket.

"Gotta call 911." I muttered to myself, as I locked the bedroom door behind me.

"For fuck's sake Chloe, don't do this." The voice sounded annoyed now, but still sent chills, both good and bad down my spine.

I had my phone open, ready to dial, when the door knob broke off and fell to the ground. Next thing I knew, my phone was gone, and I was pressed up against the wall, a gorgeous set of ocean blue eyes staring into my own.

"You've been compelled." The handsome stranger said, staring at me.

I was terrified, but my smart mouth had a mind of it's own.

"What the fuck are you talking about? Let me go, you pervert!"

I struggled against him, but it was no use. He was way stronger than he looked, and he looked pretty damn strong.

I was at his mercy.

"Chloe, stop!"