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I let out a strangled cry as he slapped me across the face. 'Well, someone needs to work on their priority issue's!' I thought angrily but them realized what situation I was in. I let realization sink in as the tears started to form. No, I was not going to get raped, I couldn't! I started sobbing as he let out a dark chuckle. He reached out for me but was knocked off of me in a blur. I didn't see much because black dots were starting to form in my vision but was able to spot out a masculine figure grab the old man by his neck, and what I saw next shocked me. His eyes turned glowing red as his fangs came out and He gave an evil intimidating smile.
"I'm gonna enjoy this." He stated as he ripped out the old man's liver. I would've let out a scream but I was too busy fainting. I let a tear escape as the blackness swallowed me and feared of what was to come.
'My mother would not approve of this.' I thought, letting my humorous side kick in for my death.
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I'm guessing Claire won't be going to anymore balls? As she gets lost returning from a ball that her mother made her go to, events seem to strike all at once. She gets cold, lost, followed, slapped, almost raped, and when she thought that nothing could get worse, she gets saved. What's so bad about getting saved you ask? Well nothing, unless your being saved by a brutal, possesive, angry vampire who claims that your his beloved.
Screaming as I ran, I opened two large doors that lead me to a conference looking room. It was filled with people, important looking people but, that's not what caught my eye. It was the fact that blake was in a suit and tie that made me stop breathing. Maybe it was also the fact that I was soaking wet and only in a towel screaming, in front of important looking people. That shut me up right away. I looked around the table they were sitting at, frozen in place, and spotted Blake's father and aunt.
They had a surprised look on their face just like the rest. Some males were even looking at me hungrily. Vampires. I heard Blake growl which caused everyones head to snap in that direction. I thought he would be angry at me but, it turns out he was growling at the men in the room. They all quickly bowed their head in shame as Blake's voice boomed throughout the room.
"keep looking at my mate like that and ill rip your throats out" he said, venom dripping from his words. That is when his head turned to me. I looked at him in shock as he looked at me expecting me to say something.
"spider!" I squeaked out. while some women and men chuckled, others kept their heads down in fear.
Who would've known that I'd be shy- out of all people. I cross my legs and pretend to read the newspaper as I can feel his heavy stare. I slowly turn my head to see if he's still looking- just to connect eyes again. His hands are in his pockets as he observes me, whereas I quickly turn bashful and avert my eyes- to his crotch.
His fucking crotch.
If I could whack myself over the head with my newspaper rolled up a couple of times- I would. But it's too late, as soon as I take my eyes off of his impressive print- I look up to see him give me a smirk.
"See something you like?" He asks in a deep voice. My eyes widen as I feel goosebumps spread on my arms. I could talk myself up to everybody in the world- but I'd always end up fucking up when it came to my flirtation skills.
"Only if you do." I wink and quickly turn my body the other way to hide my cringe. I'm fucking cringing at my own damn self. I hear Jess snort as she grabs him the bottle of wine and puts it on the counter for him.
I feel mortified as he mutters something to Jess and I hear her hurry to get whatever he requested.
I finally work my courage up to face him again- but he's gone.
Jess puts a bottle of Hennessy in front of me with a lazy smirk.
"Only if you do." She mimics- clowning me. I laugh bashfully and point at the bottle.
"What's that?" I question, putting a strand of my brown hair behind my ear. She grins.
"A bottle- compliments of Mr. Luca Vincenzo. I guess he did like what he saw." She teases.