Accidentally bounded to the Alpha Vampire

Chapter 8

Amelia was torn from her sleep suddenly.

Her skin was wet from the cold sweat she just awoke from, she sat up and started to breathe hard.

She felt like she was being suffocated, or pressed down into a dark abyss.

"What was that feeling?" She wheezed as she stood up from her bed feeling dizzy and disoriented like she'd been running a marathon.

She decided to take a shower to help her go back to sleep. But at the end, it only suited her just a little bit.

***

"Did you go out partying last night or what?" Sarah asked, eyeing Amelia at her desk.

"I don't even know anyone in this city" she muttered.

She wasn't able to sleep most of the night and had dark circles and eye bags by the time she got up in the morning. She was so glad she was able to cover them up but skilled eyes like Sarah's still saw them.

"Well you look like a mess and it's only your second day" Amelia groaned.

"Drink this" she handed her a cup and she looked up at her.

"What's this?" She asked eyeing the cup and letting the hotness warm her body up before actually taking a sip

"It's a cappuccino" Sarah explained and Amelia moaned after drinking.

"This is exquisite, thanks so much"

"Thank me later, Mr Monroe would be here anytime from now, finish this and have a smile by the time he walks in" Sarah stated before leaving her to go to her office.

"Okay" she sighed, finishing up the cups content "this is it" she mentally prepared herself and had a smile by the time he walked in, but the only issue was that he didn't spare her a glance, he looked like he'd had a bad night too by the pained frown he had on his face.

She stood up immediately and ran after him, walking into his office with him. She was yet again reminded of everything that happened the previous day and how beautiful his office was.

She also remembered the imagination she had in his car, she had confined herself to believing it couldn't have been true.

"Are you okay Sir?" She couldn't stop herself from asking.

He only gave a grunt as he sat behind his desk, his face stoic and stern as always but with a hint of fatigue or something more.

"What's my schedule for the day?" He asked but stopped her before she proceeded to telling him. "I need only the important ones, Amelia" the way he said her name in a low voice alerted her body and senses.

"Yes, Mr Monroe" she swallowed hard and listed the three most important schedule he had for the day.

He sighed.

His body reeled and spasmed.

He definitely had to go home right after all of them.

His body was failing him.

The trauma he had suffered the night before was so great that he couldn't heal fully or fast enough. He had a bad gash on his shoulder and another one even worse at his torso.

The rogues venom In his system was breaking him down and slowing down his healing, if he didn't feed, he could be much more worse.

Coming to work was an horrible idea because being so close to humans that he could take what he needed from was torture. But he had to, the meetings and signings were too important. it was his curse for adopting a humans lifestyle and having a friggin company!

"That's the last meeting, Sir" Amelia informed him as they walked back to his office.

"Good" he replied curtly

"I think you need some rest, Sir" she managed to say and he nodded.

"Thnak you, Amelia. I'll leave in a bit" he walked into his office and swallowed hard, his throat burned greatly.

He took a few steps to his desk but felt his body lurch uncontrollably and his vision get blurred. He continued with a step but he couldn't manage it and he slipped into darkness.

***

Amelia had a lot of work to finish up since Damien was indisposed.

She had to fill in for him in a lot of meetings and go through a lot of paperwork, the least was thirty pages and that said a lot.

She huffed and started shutting down her computer, Sarah had left about two hours ago and she was sure she was the only one left in the building, it seemed too quiet for a company and she was ecstatic that she was done.

Her eyes glanced at the clock and she saw it was 7:05pm

"Woah" she gave a soft sigh and gathered the documents she had worked on the whole day in her arms together with the summary of the meetings she had printed out about an hour ago.

She headed for Damien's office, she'll place them on his table so he could sign them by tomorrow since she's gone through them.

A loud bump sounded from somewhere in the restroom.

What the hell?

She furrowed her brows in confusion, she was sure Damien left hours ago.

She didn't have enough time to process the sound when the noise came again, another clumsy bump, followed by an abrupt clatter of metal as something got knocked off a shelf.

She was sure someone was in the restroom.

An intruder.

Amelia took a few tentative steps towards the restroom door, ears tuned to any disturbance at all.

"Hello?" Amelia called into the empty space. "Is someone here? Mr. Monroe, is that you?"

Nobody answered. And now the noises she'd heard before had gone still as well.

Great. She'd just announced her presence to an intruder. Brilliant, Amelia. Absolutely frigging brilliant.

She tried to console herself with some fast logic. Maybe it was the cleaner, cleaning with earphones or something. Nothing dangerous at all.

Yeah? So why were the hairs on the back of her neck tingling with dread?

"Is someone back there?" she asked, trying to keep her voice firm and steady. She took some steps back and reached for the phone on Damien's desk, glancing nervously over her shoulder as she started punching 911 on the keypad. "You'd better get out of here right now, because I'm calling the cops."

"No... please... don't be afraid... "

She knew it! An intruder!

The deep voice was so quiet, it shouldn't have reached her ears, but it did. She heard it as surely as if the words had been whispered right up next to her head.

Inside her head, strange as that seemed.

There was a dry croak and a violent, racking cough, definitely coming from the restroom. And whomever the voice belonged to sounded like he was in a world of hurt. Life and death kind of hurt.

"Damn it."

Amelia held her breath and hung up the phone before her call connected. She walked slowly toward the door, uncertain what she was going to find and really wishing she didn't have to look at all.

"Hello? What are you doing in here? Are you hurt?"

She spoke to the intruder as she pushed open the door and stepped inside. She heard labored breathing, smelled smoke and blood too. Lots of it.

Amelia flicked the light on.

Harsh fluorescent tubes buzzed to life overhead, illuminating the incredible bulk of a badly injured man slumped on the floor.

Her eyes widened when she realized who he was.

The wet strands of his hair plastered to his head from sweat, shielding his downturned face from view. She noticed an ugly smudge of blood travel from the door, partially opened into the office, to where he laid on the floor.

He had evidently dragged himself inside, maybe unable to walk.

"Mr. Monroe" her eyes were widened in terror "What happened to you?"

He grunted and gave a vague shake of his dark head like he wasn't going to tell her anything about it. Perhaps he couldn't.

"You're covered in burns and wounds. My God, there must be hundreds of them. Were you in some kind of accident? Is that why you were tired today? Why didn't you go to the hospital? When did you even come to work?" She paused "Oh my God! Were you attacked!" She glanced down to where one of his hands was resting on his abdomen. Blood was seeping through his fingers from a seemingly fresh, deep puncture. "Your gut is bleeding--and your leg too. Jesus, have you been shot?"

"Need... blood."

"What!"