Endearment is not a gamble

Chapter 3

“Shh!” he hissed harshly in my face. The wind blew heavily around us. So much so, that his hood fell from around him, revealing his face to me.

His dark hair was swept across his face as though he had just walked through a gale, his skin as white as a sheet, and glowing. His blood-red lips were pulled up into a smirk, and his eyes… those eyes. They were a bright emerald green, oozing into mine, yet hard at the same time. All expression was showed in them – he was possibly annoyed, but definitely amused.

I instantly cursed over and over to myself as I recognised the guy from the bar – Clay. He’d been so nice, so genuine, so… open. I should have known better than to think he was actually REALLY like that. I should have known the signs of a freaky psycho hoping to pick up and taking the rejection badly.

I should have known.

“Shut the hell up, otherwise I’ll drain you dry where you stand princess.” He growled, removing his hand from my mouth. Like the i***t I was, I didn’t scream or anything. Instead, I just stood there, gaping at him, as if he were meant to be a friend of mine from childhood, or something. The familiar, slight stab of betrayal pointedly flicked in my chest.

“What were you expecting? A calm, cool guy to just let a brush off like that go?” My voice muttered, seemingly outraged. “Come ON, there’s something so obviously weird about this guy. You should have gone while you had the damn chance!”

“Wh-what do you want from me?” I whispered throatily.

He put his arm above my head, leaning on it as he smiled at me. The same “genuine” smile of which he’d given me at the club. Only now, I could see all the faults I hadn’t been able to spot in the bad, florescent lighting back in the bar.

“I want a lot from you, Aamiya William,” He said, his voice laced with fire. “First thing’s first – it’s time to get this show on the road.” He leaned closer, his nose skimming along my jaw line. I froze, unable to muster up a scream. He pulled away after a little while, his harsh, taunting gaze meeting mine.

“You’ll do just fine,” He whispered.

“What do you mean-“

Before I could finish, a sharp, agonizing pain exploded from my neck. I went to scream, but his hand clamped over my mouth tightly again, forcing me to hold it back. His… fangs ripped through my skin, and I could feel the blood overflowing from under his mouth, trickling coldly down my throat. Shivers ran up my spine as I began to cry silently, hidden in the shadows with this monster. Before long, a horrible slurping sound echoed quietly next to me.

It was then that I realised he was actually drinking my blood.

A sickness washed over my quickly, and my knees buckled under me. My scream cut to a stop, only a tiny little whimper now. Nonetheless, he kept his hand over my mouth for a little while longer.

I heard a familiar laugh and many pairs of footsteps. Clay kept drinking, not stopping even when a group appeared at the other end of the alleyway.

Jessy. I could see her – her and Chloe, both in the clutches of two strangers.

Jessy narrowed her eyes, scanning the darkness.

“Jessy!” I shouted as loud as I could. It wasn’t loud, not at all, but it was enough to grab her attention. She took a step towards the alleyway as Clay’s hand clamped even harder against my lips, refraining me from shouting again as he continued to drain the blood from my body via my throat.

“Amy? Is… is… th-that yooou?” She called, her voice slurred. She began to stumble a little, but the guy next to her kept her upright. He whispered a little nothing into her ear, and without any further form of concern, she continued on, leaving me behind to die in the arms of a really hot, disgusting monster.

“No…” I whispered as Clay’s hand moved away from my mouth.

“Yes,” Clay growled.

“What… what the hell…” I could hardly speak. “…Do You… want from…me?”

“I want a lot from you, Aamiya william.” He looked down at me with a horrible smirk plastered on his bloody mouth. Tears rolled down my cheeks, and he caught them with his finger. “Don’t cry princess. I promise I won’t leave you alone to face the life of a cold, bloodthirsty vampire on your own.”

I stared up at him, feeling faint and dizzy, and now confused. “Wha…what?”

“You heard correctly, Amy.”

“A… vam… vampire?” I pushed him away with all that I had, which was hardly anything at all. I shrank deeped into the hall, desperate to get away from him yet hurting so badly that I wished death would overcome me. He leaned in close and let go of his hold of me so that the only thing keeping me upright was his body on mine. His lips brushed my ear, and as he spoke I could hear the smirk in his voice.

“And a damn sexy one too.” With that, he stepped away from me and I sank to the floor, whimpering, too weak to move under Clay’s clutches. He stared down at me, his emerald eyes ablaze. He sighed and shook his head.

“You won’t go to waste anymore, princess,” he said. “You’ll thank me someday.” He leaned down and snatched my purse from around my arm, holding it tightly against his side. He watched me a little while longer, my vision blurring as more tears rolled down my cheeks, my throat too closed up for even a little whimper to escape. My entire body felt numb; so close to death that I was begging for it mentally.

In a flash, Clay was gone.

I tumbled over on the floor, my head smashing against the cold floor. Drowsiness overlapped me, folding me up in the darkness on the floor as I prayed that death would soon enough take me. Just as the thick black shadows rolled over my head, I heard my voice echo one last accusing statement before silence descended upon me.

“You should have known better.”