Sandra was average height, making her two inches shorter than Troy. He was tall for his age, or so his friends and family say. Bright blues eyes framed her face, making her eyes glitter whenever they were in the sun. Troy seemed to always point that out making Sandra blush a shade of red, than he would laugh silently, resolving Sandra to blush even redder.
Today was a fairly sunny day, clearing the sky of all clouds. Sandra was sitting in the field, surrounded with flowers, looking up at the moon. It was very rare when the moon was out during the day, or it was just that Sandra didn't really pay attention to it. Yes, that was how she normally was, forgetful, easily distracted, and clumsy. If it bothered Troy, he never said anything. His laughter always followed afterwards, of course, but he never complained about it.
A honking sound made her day dreaming disappear. A silver Volvo was parked on the side of the road, the window rolled down to reveal a bright red headed, gold eyed Troy, waving his hand at her, beckoning her to get in. She shook her head and fell back against the grass. She didn't feel like leaving, not now. Not when the weather was so clear. Then she heard a car door slam shut.
Troy walked gracefully over to where his girlfriend was lying on the grass. His wardrobe consisted of all black, which he wore that everyday and bothered most people, but not Sandra. Nope. Sandra had always accepted him, all of him. She didn't mind that he wore black clothes, had black nails, and had black eye liner on. The black looked good on him with his pale skin. She closed her eyes, listening to her own breathing.
"Hey." She greeted him warmly, opening her eyes to look up at him.
"Hello." He smiled back, showing his extremely white, straight teeth. Troy then sat down.
"Since when are we acting like Mother Nature all of a sudden?" He teased, stroking her arm lightly, waiting to hear her smart reply. And just as he anticipated, she sat up with a frown on her face.
"Since when did we turn all contradicting?"
"Hey, I'm not the one who suddenly turned all flowery on me. When was the last time you did this?"
Looking up at the sky, she smiled, showing off her shinny, perfect teeth. "Since now. Problem?"
"No," he answered, "It's just odd, that's all."
Ripping some stray grass from its home, Sandra threw it at him. Troy's reactions were quick as lightening, so fast that she could hardly see him move at all. She had once asked him about that, but he never answered, making her aggravated.
"What the!" Troy said, rolling to the side, missing the grass attack.
"Oh dear Lord, you're so edgy sometimes."
"Edgy?" He repeated.
"Yes, edgy, now come back over here." Sandra commanded.
Troy smiled, shaking his head vigorously. "Not a chance, if you want me, come and get me."
"Is that a challenge?" She asked, smiling evilly.
"It damn well is, but I doubt you could win anyway. You might as well stay right where you are."
"Yeah you're right I don't want to come after some ugly person." Sandra never saw him move all she knew that he was on top of her in a jiffy, pinning her down.
"Ugly? Well hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but you are going out with ugly."
Sandra laughed, closing her eyes slightly. Troy bent down, pressing his cold lips on her neck, sending shivers up her back. He drew a line with his nose, going upwards towards her lips. It tickled and she let it show. Her fidgeting only got him to hold her down harder.
"Don't!" She laughed, thrashing around on the ground underneath him. He planted a kiss on the corner of her mouth, then on her temple.
"This isn't fair!" She yelled, playfully attempting to get away, but it was in vain.
Troy was stronger than he looked, so there was no way that Sandra was getting away. He was also more playfully than he let on.
"Kiss me god damn it!" She finally screamed, making a low chuckle come from Troy.
"And if I say no?"
"Then consider this relationship terminated!"
Lips quickly descended down to hers, fighting back at her. Sandra moved her mouth against his, amending the tear between them that she opened.
If Troy thought that she would leave him, he was crazy! Troy lifted her hands above her head, using one hand; he used the other to elevate her body upward, crushing her to him. He heard her sweet laugh, making him smile against her mouth. Gosh, Troy was a great kisser, making Sandra look like an amateur. His skill was amazing in many different ways.
"Am I earning back the woman that adores me?" He asked, pulling back his head.
"Yes, but did you really think that I would break up with you?"
His brow knitted together, telling Sandra that he wasn't going to answer. She pecked a small kiss on his cool lips, wrapping her arms around Troy's neck.
"You're upset with me now, aren't you?" Sandra asked, resting her head against the hard muscular chest.
Troy pulled Sandra close, kissing the back of her neck, receiving a faster heart beat from her. "I'm never upset with you, and I never will be." Troy responded, while licking his lips
He had been fighting his thirst for quite some time now, and right this second Troy wanted to suck Sandra dry. Her blood had a very unique scent, which made Troy instantly thirsty. She was so close to him, which made her even more tempting than ever, but he had control. He could control his thirst until she was out of sight, then it was hunting time. Animal blood didn't have a very long effect on him like human blood did, although he could sustain himself with living on animal blood a couple days.
"Sandra, let me take you home." He said abruptly, making Sandra jump in surprise.
"Okay, sure." She answered, attempting to pull his arms away, but Troy just smiled.
"Oh no, no, no, you're not going anywhere."
"But, you just said you'll take me home now."
"I never said you could walk to the car though."
"Troy..." Sandra protested, trying to remove his arms from her body.
"Nope... I'm carrying you all the way."
Sandra sighed, knowing that she couldn't change his mind. Nodding her head, he smiled, picking her including her backpack in the process. Walking over to his silver Volvo, he opened the door, which shocked Sandra because he was carrying her with both hands. Once they were both inside the car, Troy sped off, going eighty miles per hour.
Sighing, Sandra spoke, "Troy, you know that I hate it when you drive so stinking fast, slow down."
"Not a chance, Sandra."
Instead of slowing down, he sped up, going ninety-five.
"Slow down!" She commanded, clutching her seatbelt at the same time.
Snickering, he increased his speed again, taking it to a hundred.
"Troy!" Sandra screamed, closing her eyes, and holding on to the seat with all her might.
Troy laughed and stopped the car. Sandra opened her eyes, noticing that they had arrived at her house. She unbuckled quickly, opening the door with incredible speed that even surprised Troy.
But she wasn't fast enough to escape Troy's strong arms that were now caging her in, not allowing Sandra to go anywhere.
"I'm not going to be at school tomorrow." He said, turning her around and kissing her lightly on the forehead.
Sandra instantly forgave him, wrapping her arms around to his back. Running her hands up and down his back, she leaned up to kiss him. "Are you eager to start the weekend early? So you and your brother are skipping?"
"You could say so." Troy responded, smiling evilly.
"You are so not innocent, you know that right?" She said, the sarcasm sticking out more than anything else did.
"And you're not either, so don't even assume for a second that you are."
"Oh, what are you going to do if I do?" Sandra challenged, lifting her head so as to see his reaction.
In a mere second, his lips were upon hers, claiming them as his own. Her legs turned into Jell-O. How could he always do that to her? It was so nerve racking.
"Go on now; I have to meet with Brandon soon." Troy said quietly, unraveling his arms from her body.
"Yeah, yeah, the maiden voyage has shoved off." She teased, giving him a quick kiss before bounding off to the stone steps.
"Be safe." She called, turning back to see him rev up his car. "And Troy," She started, leaning down to look in the window.
"Yeah?" he answered back, glancing out the window as to see her face.
"I love you."
Troy smiled and waved goodbye. Then he was gone.
It did bother Sandra sometimes when he never told her that he loved her, but then again he warned her at the start of this relationship that he wouldn't say it until he really meant it. Sighing she walked back out in the street, looking out at the moon, which was still visible even now. She was so interested with the moon, she didn't hear a car stop and open its door. Sandra never heard footsteps behind her, getting closer by every second. Only did she realize that she was being taken away when someone snatched her right from the ground and pulled her back to the car. A hand covered her mouth, making it impossible for her to scream loud enough so that some person could hear her.
Fear reaching deep within her insides, slowly creeping to the surface. Rope was being tied around her hands and legs, making transportation impossible. The car sped off making her fall to the floor. The only explanation was clear and brimming to the surface. Sandra was being kidnapped, and she had no clue why or by whom. This was terrible, horrible really. Only when she heard someone speak did she stop thinking.
"If I so much as hear a peep out of you, I'll carve your insides out and make you suffer. But either way, I'll make you bleed by the end of tonight."