What is this feeling?
726 Words
~~~Emily
He closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly, like he was… sniffing the air?
He let out a sigh of contentment.
Is he okay? Or just weird?
I think I smell alcohol on him.
"Mine?" I repeated, confused. “What do you mean? Are you drunk?”
I took a cautious step toward him but that seemed to trigger something in him and Like a deranged animal, he charged at me.
I tried to run but he was faster than me. I didn’t even have time to process before he pinned me against a tree trunk.
His grip on my arm was so tight I felt my bones straining beneath it, but I couldn’t push him away.
Not just because he was stronger, but because I felt something. A strange electricity pulsing between us. Not the deadly kind, but the kind that pulls you closer, begging for more.
Before I could make sense of what was happening, I felt his hot breath on my neck.
He was breathing me in like I was the only air he needed. And the scary part? A part of me felt the same way.
"God damn it, Get a grip, Emily. You have to get rid of this man." I cussed
I pressed my hands against his chest to shove him off—then I felt it.
His teeth. In my skin.
Pain. Lots of pain.
I screamed.
Something wild and ancient tore through me, like fire racing through my blood. Threatening to break me and rebuild me.
I shoved him with everything I had. He fell to the ground, and I saw it—blood at the corner of his mouth.
Is that my blood?
I touched my neck. And bought my finger to my face. I saw the red liquid, my red liquid.
My eyes widened in terror. Panic surged. My vision blurred. My knees gave way.
I collapsed. I was breathing so hard, about to have a panic attack.
He tried to crawl toward me, but I scrambled back until my back hit the tree.
"Please, please don’t kill me,” I sobbed
I didn’t want to die. Not after everything. Not like this. I've come too far to die.
I shook my head frantically as he came closer.
"Please don’t kill me. Please—” I screamed
"Please", I shut my eyes, bracing for the end.
He must be a vampire. He’s going to suck me dry. Stupid. I should’ve let the guards take me. I shouldn't have ran away. I should have stayed put. I should have just gone another way.
I was anxiously waiting for something to happen, I hoped it would be painless.
But nothing happened.
I cracked my eyes open.
He was just… watching me, curious. His icy blue eyes locked on mine as he reached out and gently touched the place where he bit me.
That electricity surged again. I gasped.
"I won’t hurt you,” he murmured, voice slurring. “I can never hurt you. You’re my mate—"
Then he went limp and collapsed into my lap, fast asleep. His breathing was steady. Peaceful. As if he wasn't the one that was about to kill me a minute ago.
I stared down at him and, without thinking, traced gentle lines across his face. That strange, electric buzz followed every touch.
"What is this feeling?”, I whispered, but quickly stopped myself. I had to go.
Gently, I lifted him from my lap and laid him on the ground.
He might’ve called me his mate, and maybe he meant it…
But I’m not sticking around to test that theory.
"Thanks, but no thanks.", I dusted my dress.
Thank God I kept my purse, my ticket, passport, everything—hidden in my underwear. If I’d dropped it, this whole escape would’ve been for nothing.
I reached the train station and exhaled in relief, only for that relief to vanish when I saw her.
My stepmother.
I turned to run in the opposite direction, but before I could, I felt a sharp prick in my neck.
A needle.
The needle prick burned. My heart thudded, once then twice, slower each time.
"Goodnight, dear,”she said, waving sweetly.
My vision blurred and as I collapsed into the arms of the person who’d drugged me.
Darkness claimed me.
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