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I wanted to give up all hope of seeing him again. But at this point, I’d gotten familiar with this street—too familiar. This time, I wasn’t wearing the yellow Uggs. Maybe they were what chased him away the last time. I let out a dry laugh, but before long, my thoughts started circling back to him.
If I saw him again, what would I even do? Throw myself at him?
Nope.
He was a cold-blooded killer. He probably didn’t even think I was special. I was just lucky.
I snapped at myself. Why was I even thinking about him like this? I didn’t even know his name.
Suddenly, I heard movement. I didn’t feel the need to run—strangely, I was excited. My steps slowed, my breath caught.
Footsteps. I stopped.
A male figure appeared from the shadows. My heart skipped. I was so close to running toward him… but as he got closer, I realized he wasn’t my vampire. He wore a long brown coat and an old hat. He was chubby, had a stubby beard, probably in his late forties, and a big brown cigarette hanging from his lips.
I turned away, uninterested.
“Hey pretty! You’re so sexy, come here,” he called out.
I rolled my eyes in disgust and kept walking, not bothering to look back. But I heard his footsteps trailing behind me, so I picked up my pace.
He stopped and laughed to himself. Creepy.
I had walked a bit farther when I noticed two more people approaching from the opposite side. They wore similar long coats and hats—maybe in their 30s. I tried to walk past them, but one of them grabbed my shoulder.
I flinched and tried to push him off. He was stronger than me—no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn’t break free.
“What do you want from me? I don’t have any money!” I snapped, furious and scared.
“Ohh princess, we don’t need that,” he said, eyes trailing down to my jeans.
I felt bile rise in my throat.
“Then what do you want?” I asked, my voice sharp with fear.
The other man pulled out a phone. “Yes sir, we saw her. She’s here with us,” he said into it.
That’s when it hit me.
That creepy man earlier... he was their boss.
Tears slid down my cheeks before I even realized it. My voice cracked as I begged, “Please don’t hurt me… I’ll do anything. Just not that…”
They didn’t care. They held me tighter.
A few minutes later, the boss came strolling down the street. Each step he took made me shake harder. When he reached me, I stopped struggling—it was useless.
His cold, rough hand grabbed my face, lifting my chin. I shut my eyes tightly, terrified. He leaned close enough for me to feel his breath, then slowly licked the tear that had slipped down my cheek.
“Pretty girl... don’t cry. It won’t hurt,” he said softly.
I wanted to vomit.
He turned to the others. “When I’m done, I’ll call you.”
They walked away, leaving me alone with him. He pulled me by the hand to an old, abandoned car nearby and told me to lie down.
I obeyed—my mind spinning for a way out. As he took off his coat and began loosening his belt, I calculated how much time I had.
Then I acted.
Before he could react, I stood up and kicked him hard between the legs. He groaned in pain, and I ran.
I didn’t look back. My legs pumped with adrenaline, lungs burning, heart racing.
I had only gotten a little distance away when I felt hands grab my hair and yank me backward. I screamed as I crashed onto the concrete, hitting my head.
Pain exploded through my skull. My vision blurred. I raised a shaky hand to my head—it was wet. Blood.
He stood over me, furious.
“Stupid b***h! How dare you hit our boss?” he yelled, kicking me in the ribs.
I cried, trying to shield myself, but he didn’t stop.
“I’m sorry! Please—stop! I’ll do anything!” I sobbed.
He snarled, “Too late for you. Should’ve thought twice, stupid girl.”
He raised his foot again, but the other one grabbed his arm. “Let’s just do it here, Rocco,” he said coldly. “When we’re done, we’ll just kill her.”
Rocco smirked and stepped forward. He tore my shirt, exposing the white tank top underneath. His fingers went to my jeans. I was too weak to stop him. My body hurt. My vision swam.
And then… I screamed.
“Help!”
A rush of wind blew past me. Rocco flew off me like a rag doll, slamming into a wall far away.
The other guy pulled out a gun and fired—but it was too late. I heard a scream, then silence.
And then… cold hands lifted me gently from the ground.
I opened my eyes.
It was him.
Finally.
A soft, broken smile touched my lips, and I closed my eyes.
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