MUSIC VID TO THE RIGHT>>> DEICATED TO "THE STALKER" hehe :)
HE LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE HIM LOL...... :D Just imagine...
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Listening to my instincts, I pushed against the Kitchen door behind me, and ran into the sleek metal kitchen, knocking down pans and glasses as I stumbled. The man was leisurely walking behind me with a smile, deflecting everything I threw at him.
I gripped a bag of coffee beans that sat at the edge of the counter and hauled it behind me. The scene played out in slow motion.
He paused as he saw the bag coming, his stunning blue eyes nailed to my own. The bag thumped him right in the chest, the beans burst out of the bag--
Then it hit the floor without even making him blink.
I thew the pan I finally realized I was holding at him and it hit him directly in the chest once again.
Nothing.
Nada
Zilch.
We both stared at the items on the floor until he finally said, "That, Sweetheart, could have gone a whole lot better for you."
I was still frozen, facing the man in front of me with bulging wide eyes. He was so tall, his eyes were crystal clear and model-worthy as well as his lean, muscular shape. His hair, contrary to his outfit was a messy chestnut curl which fell a bit into his eyes as he lifted his head to catch my gaze and he gave me a lazy smile.
A rebellious thought slipped into my head. Helllooo Mr. Gorgeous! Mmm! Quickly after a mentally slapped myself in the face a few times.
I was sizing up a killer. The man who had killed the cashier.
And I couldn't control it one bit.
On impulse, I yelped and ran straight into a counter. I grunted and clutched my throbing hip.
Real smooth!
I recovered and tried the door of the kitchen. It was of course, locked.
“LEAVE ME ALONE!” I yelled behind me, pulling on the back door that wouldn’t open. Mr. Gorgeous was coming closer, walking so slow I knew he was enjoying every step. Enjoying ever moment he had before he would snatch me up and cut me into little pieces.
I turned to face Mr. Gorgeous who had his hands casually in his pockets only four feet away from me.
I dodged right.
He lunged to the right.
I dodged left.
He put his arm out.
My eyes lingered to his stance. He was standing wide enough that the 'V' between his feet could fit my body. If I could, I could probably slid right threw them and make a break for it...
I shook my head at that plan. "He'l probably just squeeze his legs together," I said out loud.
“Hmm? What about my legs?” he asked in almost amusement. The southern accent was long gone, his red hair was gone, his blood-shot eyes were gone. Who was he then?
I narrowed my eyes at him as he was and said, "Oh nothing just--"
I faked left than twirled around him to the right. I made it five feet when suddenly he appeared in front of me. I screamed. He put a hand over my mouth which was covered in a leather glove. His long white linen shirt started to unfold at the forearms as I struggled to be free. My back felt the cold wall of the kitchen and he pinned me against the wall. Our noses almost touched as he spoke and I cursed myself for having such a strong attraction for him.
“You should have listened to the letter and stayed at home," the man before me said, his sapphire eyes boring into mine like liquid fire.
I tore my gaze away from him.
“Look at me," he demanded in a gentle tone.
I shook my head, feeling tears build up in the back of my eyes. This was it. I was going to die in a coffee shop and I didn't even eat a cinnamon roll with extra frosting.
"Look at me," he repeated, his tone changing into what felt like razorblades sliding across my ear drums.
He was becoming furious.
I shut my eyes tightly, refusing to meet his gaze. He then grabbed my neck and pushed me against the wall harder, his stubbled cheek against mine as he put his mouth by my ear. “LOOK. AT. ME” he screamed in my face. My body began to shake rapidly. I turned my head away.
I suddenly went into a daydream. A daydream of my broken, bloody body on the front mage of a newspaper with a bag over it. What if he's a creative killer? What if he's going make me put my handprints all around the store in my own blood? What if he pushes me off a building blindfolded? What if he makes me eat rice pudding until I throw up my insides?
Maybe I was over thinking it a bit.
“DROP DEAD!” I roared, and kneed him in the crotch. He looked stunned before he went down on all fours.
'If only I had an EASY button,because'That was easy'!" I cheered in delight, while pointing at his crouched body.
He groaned and continued to clutch himself. I saw the handle of the blade in the back of his pants sticking out, I saw small specks of blood on the collar of his shirt.
He was a killer. A killer and i was provoking him? Feeling my heartbeat jump up in speed I tried to move. I felt a large hand grab onto my ankle and then I was on the floor.
“You stupid girl," he hissed and crawled over to me. I lashed out with my nails and he took the hit, letting my sharp glue-ons slash across his face creating three red lines of blood.
I smiled inside my head. At least I have his DNA! My eyes widened at yet another rebellious thought and I froze for a moment as he hauled me off the ground. Would I need his DNA? Was he...planning on doing things to--
My hair was yanked backwards and I was smothered against a warm chest.
"GET OFF!" I roared, and tried to knee him in the crotch again. He tightened his arms around me with a deep, cynical laugh and practically carried me out of the kitchen without breaking a sweat.
My heels dragged over the blood and my stomach heaved, my already pulsing heart was thudding like Thumper Rabbit.
“You see, Miss Heart," he started in a harsh whisper. "That was a very poor choice on your behalf, kicking me in that... area. I have your friend, Anna. The bonde girl." The world spun for only a moment and I was thrown into a metal chair.
He leaned onto the table behind me and lowered himself to my level " If you were smart you would listen to everything I’m going to tell you without making me repeat it.”
I managed a nod.
He gave me a small smile. “In a couple of minutes you're going to be kidnapped by someone far worse than I. If you tell them anything and I mean anything--" He paused and crouched down on the floor, his head a little below my level, " If you tell them anaything about me taking your little friend, I will turn her into a vampire, then kill you."
Vampire.
"W-what?" I asked, my breathing now coming out in pants.
"A Vampire," he said slowly and flashed me a wide smile. "Oh yes, Miss Heart. We very much exist." I suppressed a scream when his features morphed into sharp, even more beautiful features and his canines lengthened to about an inch and a half. His other teeth became a bit sharper, almost like a shark. His Sapphire eyes seemed brighter, an electric blue.
I don't know how long I sat there, my heart beating rapidly and my mouth gapped open as well as my eyes until his eyes dimmed, his features returned to his normal ones and his canines formed into regular human teeth.
I was completely stunned, even when he gently closed my mouth with a gloved finger. "Do we understand each other?” His face was all seriousness.
My heartbeat was in my ears now. What did he even ask me? Where was I? Was I dreaming?
I nodded my head rapidly, too much in shock to talk.
“Good, now here’s what I want you to do for me," he told me and then began to stroked my hair gently as if I was a cat." I had become mesmerized by his eyes, his voice, his overall being. I couldn't swat his hand away, I couldn't spit in his face. i couldn't run. I couldn't hide. No scream crawled out of my vocal chords.
I just couldn't.
"Too much blood for one night? I'm a messy eater," he said softly, breaking the silence.
Messy eater. When he eats humans. Humans. Vampires. Is it even possible?
The man in front of me made a noise in his throat, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Don’t worry little one. Anna is in wonderful hands… for now," he said. I hadn't even remembered about Anna. All I could think about was what he had just told me, what he had just showed me. "Remember also, than I am always watching.”
He grinned and I swear on Taco Bell, disappeared into thin air with a final word left in my head.
Valentine.
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This is not happening; it’s just a dream, Cassie, I told myself over and over again as I opened my car with shaky hands and got in.
I just sat there staring through the windshield.Even though I wasn’t sober in the slightest I knew I had to get far away from this place, far away from him. I put the key into the ignition and took a calming breath before I did the dirty deed.
Drunk driving.
My eyes raked over my surroundings as I tried to level myself and relax.
The Nightclub was now silent and empty. The coffee shop was darkened. The buildings on both side’s of the road’s were vacant. The road was slightly damp from a drizzle of rain and the Moon above was clouded and dark behind thin black clouds.
I let out the breath I was holding and began to hyperventilate. I dove around my car for a cellphone. I coudn't just let the poor man in the coffee shop die. I had to help Anna. I had to--
The Cashier.
Dead.
Slaughtered.
Anna.
Dead?
Kidnapped.
“If you tell them anything, and I mean anything, about me taking you little friend, I will turn her into a Vampire, and kill you," a deep voice reminded me in my head.
I was in hysterics now as I clutched the wheel.
Anna. The only person in this world I could count on. The one who went with me to my parent’s funeral and sat next to me, allowing me to cry on her when I couldn't stand the words of Goodbye. The one who I had hundreds of sleepovers with and snuck out to go to all-nighter parties. The only person who would let me walk into their house without an invite, open the fridge, make a sandwich and then leave with it.
My best friend. Gone. Just like that.
Then it dawned on me. The blue-eyed man said I would be kidnapped and I was sitting in my car out in the open. But who was I to trust him? After what he did with the exterminator van? With the cashier?
"Crap."
I put the car in drive and floored it. Where could I go? I couldn't go home. I was covered in blood. I couldn't go to the police. Speaking of blood. No motel or hotel would let me walk in with what I looked like, unless it was a bad part of town.... but that's a different story.
Maybe I could just tell my Aunt and Uncle I wouldn't be back until tomorrow? The next day?Taking my phone out, I dialed my Aunt’s number as I weaved on my side of the road. About five seconds later a bump in the road made my phone fly out of my hands and slide under the passenger seat, hidden from my grasp.
There goes that idea. I stopped the car on the side of street not even caring that I was completely on the sidewalk. I leaned over the carseat and instantly got my hair in my eyes, my legs got tangled under the wheel and I started to get a tremendous headache.
I lifted my head up and clenched for a few seconds.
I froze.
Someone was watching me.
My hand slowly slid down my face and my eyes happened to dart into the rear-few mirror. I had no time to react to the skin-tight features or the dark, souless eyes of the complete stranger
“Sleep," they commanded to me. Their voice was so alluring, so mesmerizing that I felt my eyes drooping.
My head hit the wheel with a beep.