I wasn't exactly scared to see a pervert standing at the end of my bed-like I said, I've learned more than a few moves to make sure I can defend myself-I just didn't expect to be at such a disadvantage when the time came. It was all luck that I thought to sleep with my favorite pocket knife under my pillow. I reached for it with caution, keeping a close eye on the man marveling my body. I doubt he's smart-he tied my hands directly behind the pillow instead of the corners of the bed post and left plenty of space for them to move; it's like he wanted me to put up a fight, how sick is that! So I kept my hands under my pillow as I cut through the rope, and attempted to distract him with small talk.
"Please don't hurt me-I won't even call the police, just leave me alone." I tried for a scared voice. On closer inspection I realized he was probably around my age, with spiky black hair and a baby face, he couldn't have been more than 20 years old. His eyes were alarming, they were light blue but his corneas seemed to have a red tint all over. All he did was smile; now that got me mad, "my parents will hear you, they have a bat in their room and they'll fuck you up!" I managed to keep my scared voice as I yelled.
He laughed and picked up a bat from the floor; I recognized it from the many times of training with it. "Oh, you mean this bat? I made sure no one would interupt us; I have many plans for you and I'm not about to let your parents stand in the way-you're mine now." He spoke softly and clearly as he climbed on the bed; he grabbed my face and shoved his tounge in my mouth. I felt pure adrenaline run through my veins-I didn't think, just reacted. I bit his tounge to hold him in place and rammed my knife on the back of his shoulder. Unfortunatly, my pillow was in the way so I didn't get to hurt him as bad as I expected. Without a second thought I shoved him off my bed as he screamed in pain and practicaly flew for the door. I managed to close it without having to stop, and as I reached the corner I grabbed the wall to help me turn but the force was too strong and I lost my footing.
That's when I fell down the stairs and hit my head on the wall; I saw stars and had to fight the urge to faint-I'd rather kill than be killed. He's on me before I get a chance to recover from the blow, by the time I realize I'm still holding on to my pocket knife he was lifting my legs off the ground. It took all of me to stay awake and hide my knife as he started dragging me to one of the guest rooms, I knew I only had one more chance to strike so I decided to wait for it. "I like girls with a spark but that shit hurt-I'm going to get this over with right now."
This is it-if I don't strike now it would be the end of me. He was on my neck in an instant and I froze; he bit me and his feelings overwhelmed me. My body warmed up in less than 2 seconds, and I felt like he was telling me exactly what he felt: he noticed we didn't have any security alarms and broke in through the back door, he then went to my parents room where he found the bat and brutaly killed them, then he found me in my room and tied me up with an old jump rope of mine, he watched me wake up and licked his FANGS, I felt his heat like if it were my own, I also felt his pain when I stabbed him in the shoulder, then I felt it heal almost instantly after I took the knife out, and then I felt nothing... He was off me, but I wasn't ready to open my eyes; the realization of vampires was too much to take in.
Not only did I found out that my attacker was a vampire, a creature I always believed to be a myth, but I also had to cope with seeing my parents die through his eyes. I felt the tears falling down the sides of my eyes without being able to stop them. I couldn't help going back to that image- how he used the rope he had for me to tie them up, he had also brought some tape left over from a previous attack and taped their mouths shut, and the worse part was that he woke them up so they could suffer. He took turns between them, hitting pressure points with the bat, his first blow was to moms' stomach, then dads' groin. He laugh at their muffled screams and cries of mercy. He swung the bat so hard that he managed to hit both of them across the head, I could smell their blood by now. He drained mom of her blood while forcing dad to watch, he stopped right before she had nothing left so she would see dad get drained as well. He crushed their heads together and they finally fell unconcious, then he snapped both their necks to make sure there was no chance for them.
I was screaming in pain now, because I had to see and feel how he killed my parents and there was nothing I could do. I felt guilt over their deaths because he only did it to get to me, and it hurt so much to know that he enjoyed every second of their torture- it was torture to me as well. I heard the vampire screaming somewhere close to me and I felt like he was being burned alive, it made me think I was burning alive. I knew his pain was much greater than mine, and for the moment it was enough to sooth my hurt.
The feelings going through me, both mine and his, where suffocating me and I knew I would pass out soon. Before I passed out I used all my strength to turn to my side and open my eyes long enough to see the vampire desintegrate from the flames. As soon as he turned to ashes I fell on my side, no longer able to hold my head up. I closed my eyes to let the sleep take over, but felt a soft, firm hand caress my cheek and moving my hair out of the way. I opened my eyes as much as I could and saw beautiful eyes shining at me with a flourescent light. They were glowing at me; unlike the evil red tainted eyes of the vampire. He placed one hand behind my head to tip it forward, and the other hand went to my lips. I tasted a warm, sweet liquid in my tongue and I reached up to hold his hands closer. I knew it was blood but it was so sweet and it warmed my insides; I felt like it had the power to heal me.
Deep in my conscience I felt him trying to sooth me with calm thoughts a words, "you're so beautiful!" I felt a spark in him that I didn't recognise myself, and his wonder- he enjoyed that I was driking from him, and he felt it had to be ONLY from him. "You are safe, he won't hurt you anymore. Drink, drink, and live! Let the pain give you the strength and the will to stay alive; I'll protect you, always." Those were his last thoughts to me before I passed out.