A Vampire’s Charm

Edited somewhat Claire's POV I shivered as a cold breeze hit me. I should've brought a jacket, I know, but it would look kind of horrible. Wearing a gown with a Jean jacket? It would be a never-ending lecture from my mom about being 'un-ladylike; So for now, I would have to hope for a miracle in this cold weather. A cold gust of wind hit my bare arms and chest as I trembled, teeth chattering. I had hoped that the blonde little unshaved hair on my arms would have worked as a chubacca coat- but I'm never that lucky. 'I'm never going to a winter ball ever again. In fact, I'm never going to a ball, period.' I thought to myself. "Cold are we? Why don't you come over here and I'll warm you up with my body heat." A deep raspy voice says, no doubt smirking. A sensation of dread piles up in my chest as I shiver in disgust. Guys these days really think that they can get a girl with a few cheesy lines. Especially the creepy guys. I find it disturbing and astonishing, but of course, I was raised by my mother. That says a lot. I see a hunched shadow in the alleyway as I pass it, heels going click clack. I shake my head at him, blonde strands of hair falling into my face. I brush them out quickly with my thin long fingers. No way was I going over there into the pedophiles nest. I never go into alleyways, they're like forbidden in my family. 'A lady should never even think about going in alleyways, it's preposterous and idiotic!' I could already hear my mother's voice scolding me. I hear a crunch behind me and automatically look back, my heartbeat quickens. It was the same figure as the shadow in the alleyway. He was following me. My pulse thumps in fright, as I looked around, hoping there were witnesses. My legs move faster as my head whips around searching the sidewalks on the empty block- I came up empty handed. The man behind me let's out a wicked chuckle as I look back again. He had finally come out of the shadows and looked as I expected him to appear. He had white hair and was growing a short beard- eyes dull and lifeless. He was a short stubby old man, but I could never underestimate predators. He gave me a grin- showing me in the process that he had no teeth. I tighten my fists as he speeds up his walking, trying to catch up with me but failing. He had a limp in his step making him loose speed. He should really get that checked out. Should I be frightened? On tv, they always say to never let the predator know that you've caught on to them- never let them see your fear. Like always- I try to make a joke out of the situation, hoping the creepy old stump had a sense of humor. "Following me now, are we?" I mimicked him as I turned the corner. I had complete and utterly no idea where I was, but I was pretty sure I was on the 'bad side' of town. I always thought that my mother warned me about this side of town because she believed that the lower class were 'scum', I always rolled my eyes at her beliefs. Now I know that she warned me for an entirely different reason. I wasn't supposed to be afraid of a man who probably wouldn't be able to catch up to me. But, the adrenaline was set in, and the situation itself was something that I'd never encountered before. I turned another corner, only to stop in my tracks. It was a dead end, an alley way. I obviously didn't know my way around the bad side of town, which is probably why I should've told my driver to stay and wait for me. But I can't be that shallow, he had a family to get to, and I wasn't about to make him wait an hour or so in a car. I told him to go home, and that I would find a way. Pretty idiotic, huh? But at least I had good intentions, right? Good intentions don't save your ass from being the next case in the next law and order episode! I wince at my thoughts. I turned to make my way out of the alley way entrance, and was indeed surprised to find the familiar old creep smiling down at me. A wave of bad breath hit me, and I was forced to hold mine. I tried to walk around him, giving my intense 'don't f**k with me' stare that I usually give to people who try to steal my pop tarts. That plan didn't work much, seeing as a dry hands clasped around my upper arm. I gasped- an instinct of mine. I was knocked into the brick wall-pretty painfully if you ask me, I bruise easily. My eyes were wide, seeing as I wasn't accustomed to handling things like this. I was in shock for a moment as the old man winked at me with red rimmed eyes. They were bloodshot, I realized. This old man was probably a druggy of all sorts, he also reeked of coronas and mental issues, seeing as he had me pinned to an alleyway wall. I got ready to let out a scream but the grotesque old man put a hand over my mouth. I grimaced at yet another smell of his that engulfed me. He also smelled like a box of Newport cigarettes, lung cancer, how charming. I struggled against his hold as he pinned my arms above my head with his other rough hand. I screamed against his hand, trying to bite it. All I got was a mouth full of calloused palm. He had me flat against the wall and was giving me a grin that only winners gave. I let out a muffled "let me go!", but that went unnoticed. I heard a belt buckle loosen as I kicked him where the sun, indeed, did not shine. He groaned in pain as I pushed him off and turned to run down the now darkening alleyway like Usain Bolt. I released a screech as he grabbed a hold of my ankles and I fell over. I felt helpless as soon as I heard his jean zipper- heat pumping through my veins. I started to sweat in the winter air. "Somebody help me!" I screeched into the dead evening. Somebody had to hear me- my voice rasped against my throat as fear enveloped me. He tried to climb over me- boots stomping on my ankles. I scream and attempt to kick him off which I fail at doing. I did In fact succeed in kicking off one of my heels- sadly not hitting him in the face with it. I never stopped my screaming, surprised that nobody heard them. Either that, or they didn't care. My eyes were watering, letting the feeling of terror sink in. Thank god my mother is not here to see this, she would scold me for being weak. I really am trying, I'd rather die than get r***d. I've heard stories of brave women who survive the attacks, but I'm not sure if I would be one. Life was already an everyday struggle- what would happen if I had to live with something like this? With being ruined. I'm sure he would kill me afterwards anyway. This reminds me of Netflix. What a weird thought, but it's true. I constantly have marathons of movies where the main character is put into situations like these. You always get an adrenaline rush when watching movies and think 'Wow, if I were her, I would've been knocked him out! ' Its honestly not as easy as it looks. My kicking and flailing were getting me nowhere- and thinking of what movie characters would do in a situation like this weren't getting me anywhere either. I let out a pained wail as he struck me across the face. 'Well f**k, all you had to do was tell me to be quiet.' I think to myself in anger- but my sarcasm was getting me nowhere. I felt realization sink in as large drops of salty water started to make their way across my face. At first I thought it could've been rain, but my trembling body soon recognized them as tears. No, I was not going to get r***d, I couldn't! I have to fight, I can't let this happen. I am a strong female. Oh dear, what would mother say to my daring thoughts? She would approve of them- she would want me to fight. Right? I started quaking- anxiety building up in my throat as pressure builds up in my chest, tears dripping silently as I clenched my fists. They flew towards his face, but he easily blocked them, my actions amusing him. He let out a hiss, laughing at me. I feel disgusted. What kind of sick man is he? It's not like my punches would affect him anyway, my hands were small- and I was never taught the proper way to punch. My hands would snap in two before they ever snapped somebody's nose. One of his hands reached under my dress to my thighs, trying to separate them. I pressed them together harder, and saw his facial expression. It was dark, he was clearly getting aggravated at my defiance. His fingernails started digging into my flesh, as I let out a whimper. My voice seemed to have left me as the world around me became nothing. Was I going to accept this? Eyesight blurry, I became dizzy- nausea seeping in. I hope I throw up. I hope it disgusts him enough to leave me the hell alone. What if I get away and he follows me to my mom? What if he hurts her? As soon as the panic came, it left. The old man was knocked off of my body in a blur, and I took this chance to crawl away from the hunched form of the old man, my bones aching from the hard, dirty floor. I reached the brick wall, and let myself fall limp. I suddenly felt tired, my energy was draining. I felt a heating sensation warming up my chest- spreading like a wildfire, but it quickly went away. Although, the weak feeling didn't. I shut my eyes momentarily, only to reopen them to fill my curiosity. I didn't see much, because of the black blobs coating my vision. I was only able to witness one thing, and I had a sinking feeling that I probably shouldn't have watched. I 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 an intense glowing red as his fangs came out and He gave an evil intimidating smile. "I'm gonna enjoy this." He stated, in a deep voice as he ripped out the old man's liver. My health class certainly worked for many interesting things, such as the human body. The liver. Textbook images were helpful also. I feel like after this, I'm gonna be traumatized. Who says I'm gonna be alive after this? Well, I was hoping. I would've let out a scream, or at least a whimper, but I was too busy fainting. I let a tear escape as the blackness swallowed me and I feared of what was to come. 'My mother would not approve of this.' I thought, letting my humorous side kick in for my death. * * * * * * Oh gosh, that was too short of a chapter. Sorry guys, I'm tired right now. I'll update later, hope you liked it! READ VOTE COMMENT (I READ ALL COMMENTS)