Chapter2
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CHAPTER 2
Whoa, what?
Wiped her memories?
What was this guy playing at?
I narrowed my eyes suspiciously.
Was this some weird occult?
"And the girl behind us?"
My eyes widened slightly when I realized Peter was talking about me.
I cautiously prepared myself to run.
It was just my luck to run into two weirdoes on Halloween night.
"I will handle her, you go get that one cleaned up," the first man ordered.
"Gotcha."
With that Peter disappeared from my vision in the blink of the eye.
Another startled gasp left my lips and my eyes nearly bulged out of my eye sockets.
That was impossible!
No one could move that fast!
The other man now turned to face me.
The first things I noticed were his piercing, sapphire eyes.
For a moment I was lost in their sea of blue, unable to pull myself away.
The next thing I noticed was his perfect jaw structure— chiseled with low cheekbones. Then reality came back and I noticed the crimson dripping down his chin, staining his white shirt.
My blood rand cold as I realized this was the murderer who attacked the blonde girl.
"Now don't run," the young man advised, his eyes hardening.
Like hell I wouldn't run.
Now with control back in my legs, I twisted on my heel and began to flat out sprint.
Adrenaline was pumping through my veins, spurring me to run faster.
I needed to get away from this psycho!
I needed to draw attention!
A sharp scream escaped my lips as I continued to run around the abandoned school building.
Where were all the trick-or-treaters when you needed them?
Suddenly something hard smashed into my stomach, winding me, and making my feet fly out from under me.
Before I could hit the ground I felt an arm wrap around my waist.
Air whooshed past my ears and a cry of pain escaped my lips as my back was suddenly pressed up against the cool brick of the school building.
Sapphire eyes pierced into mine once more as I gasped for breath.
The young man scowled at me, his unruly, chestnut hair falling into his face.
With a flick of his head, the hair was moved out of his eyes and I realized he was glaring at me.
I stared at him speechlessly, too much in shock to be able to speak.
"Didn't I say not to run?"
"I-I-I..." I stuttered, staring at him in horror.
Tears sprung to my eyes now as I struggled to release myself from his grasp.
My mind was racing again, plotting a way to get out of this mess.
A murderer was holding me against a wall with strength I couldn't wish to out match.
Why did my car have to break down?
Why did that blonde girl have to come to me of all people?
I just wanted to get use someone's phone and go home!
"Since you interrupted my meal earlier, you can be the substitute," the man with blue eyes commented, a smirk slipping onto his face.
Meal?
Dread filled my veins.
This guy was a cannibal!
I was going to be eaten by some freak!
"Who are you, Hannibal Lector?"
The guy snorted.
"Not quite, but close."
Now I struggled twice as hard to make him release me, but this only amused him.
He laughed once, a quick bark of laughter.
"I hope you don't think you can escape me," he told me, bringing a freezing hand to my cheek.
"It won't hurt... okay, that is a lie. But if you relax it won't hurt as much."
This wasn't happening.
This was not happening!
I shook my head, my mouth too dry to form a word.
This guy wasn't even going to kill me before eating me?
I almost laughed at how insane my thoughts sounded.
This was crazy!
The young man smirked, his eyes amused.
"You have many expressions."
My eyes snapped back to his, and then dropped to his blood stained chin and shirt.
He was seriously going to kill me!
The man laughed again, and what my eyes caught next made me scream in absolute terror.
Fangs.
This guy had fangs .
And they were definitely not the cheap plastic kind little kids bought to complete their Halloween costumes.
A cool hand roughly covered my mouth, but I continued to shriek in hysteria into it, my eyes wide with fright.
Vampires didn't exist!
There was no such thing!
They only existed in those awful movies!
My heart felt like it was going to burst.
I could feel myself on the edge of hyperventilating.
"You are quite the vocalist, aren't you?" the man growled, bringing his head closer.
With unnecessary force, he knotted his hand in my hair, forcing my head to the side, revealing my neck.
My female instincts swung in, and I violently struggled against the man again, pounding on his back with my hands in tight fists.
He only chuckled in amusement; his face merely inches from my own.
"This should calm you down."
My heart stopped beating as I felt hot breath at my neck.
It resumed with considerable pace as something sharp brushed against my soft skin.
There was a small prick, and then a piercing pain. I screamed into the hand covering my mouth, not being able to comprehend what was happening.
The pain stayed with me as I felt my blood being drained from my neck.
Horror filled every inch of me.
A vampire was sucking my blood.
A vampire!
My worst nightmare.
A mythical creature that should only exist in movies or novels.
Something that shouldn't even exist was draining my life from me!
Eventually I stopped struggling, suddenly overcome with weariness.
Time escaped me, and I had no idea how much had passed when the blue-eyed man finally pulled away.
My vision was sliding in and out of focus, but I managed to catch the fresh blood on the mouth of the man.
The sight made a wave of nausea sweep over me.
"That wasn't so bad was it?" he asked, grinning.
As soon as he stepped away from me, I collapsed to the ground, unable to support myself.
I was caught between a state of denial and utter exhaustion.
Vampires didn't exist!
But how could I say that when one had just bitten me?
My vision blurred as I fought to push myself back to my feet.
I needed to get away.
I took a few shaky steps, bringing out my arms for support.
Damn it!
It was so hard to keep my balance.
"Hey, you are being over dramatic," the blue-eyed man said, rolling his eyes at me.
"I didn't drink that much blood."
My vision blurred once again as I continued my attempt to escape.
The world was spinning as I fought to keep my balance.
No!
I had lost too much blood!
But I had to get away.
After two more shaky steps, my feet suddenly gave out from under me and I stumbled to the ground, smacking my head against the frozen pavement.
"What is wrong with you?" the vampire snapped, sounding irritated.
"I didn't drink that much blood! Why are you acting like that?"
"I'm anemic," I murmured feebly before my world turned black.
TBC
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