A/N: Hello! This is my first story here on Fanfiction, so please be gentle with me. Any suggestions and critique is welcome! This story will be slightly darker than usual, but I hope you enjoy it none the less. As more becomes revealed I would love your opinions on the fate of the characters. Don't forget to review, lovelies. And forgive me in advance for any grammar and spelling mistakes...(anyone want to volunteer to edit? *bats eyelashes*). Anyways, onto the story! Short chapter but will pick up soon enough!
Disclaimer: Any recognizable content is property of Stephanie Meyer or their respective owners. No copyright infringement is intended. I couldn't afford a law suit anyways.
It was easy to lure me away from friends. I suppose I was the picture of solitude; sitting alone at the bar, drink in hand, watching Angela and Jessica work the dance floor. I couldn't bring up the courage to join them, too afraid that my feet would somehow fail me and I'd end up sprawled across the floor. But looking back on it I would have rather that than what happened over the next three days.
I saw him towards the back of the club, his skin seemed to give off a faint glow and I cocked my head quizzically in his direction. He smirked, one side of his mouth pulling up as he tipped his head in my direction, bidding me to make my way over to him. I stood up in a hurry, my feet moving of their own accord as I wove my way through the slick, sweaty bodies of the crowd. The pounding of the music echoed the pounding in my heart; I didn't understand what was compelling me to move towards the stranger. Beautiful stranger. I shuddered. Dark, beautiful stranger. Maybe it was my rebellious side struggling to break through, some deep seeded need to do something spontaneous for once in my life. Something spontaneous that involved the man clad in black who was now slipping through the back door.
I sped up, bumping into Angela and sending her staggering into Jessica. They both giggled in an alcohol induced haze and shot me a questioning look. I smiled and waved them away, not having to work too hard at getting them to divert their attention elsewhere. I continued on until I was face to face with the metal door and face to face with a decision that made my stomach turn. My head was screaming at me to stop, to turn around, to run as fast as I could but, try as I might, I couldn't bring myself to leave. Instead I gave it a hard shove and stumbled into the back alley, tripping over my too high heels. He caught me then, hands cradling my elbows and his body pressed into mine.
"Well hello," he slurred, flashing me another quick smile with perfect teeth.
"Hi," I stammered, pulling myself out of his embrace and staring up at him. I took inventory; blonde, angular cheek bones, sweet, intoxication smell. His eyes raked over my body and I was suddenly very aware of the clothes I was wearing – or lack thereof. Jessica had forced me into a little white mini skirt and black crop top, my stomach and legs exposed in the chilly Seattle air. I shifted uncomfortably, taking a step back only to find myself leaning against a brick wall.
"Such a pretty blush," he whispered closing the distance between us in one large stride and running his index finger over the curve of my cheekbone. My chest flared with heat and my mouth ran dry, the previously sweet smell turning sour very quickly. Like rotting meat covered up with the scent of flowers.
"This was a mistake," I told him, trying to angle my body away from his but he reached out to grab my shoulder in an iron grip. His hand was cold, sending a shiver down my spine and any compelling feelings I had dissolved into a sick, profound feeling of dread.
I wrenched sideways attempting to free myself, shoving the palm of my hand into his sternum. It was met with muscles that had the give of granite. He was twice my size and unnaturally strong and when I felt his hands running a path up and down my legs and over my hips, my stomach churned.
"But, darling, we're just getting started," he breathed against my cheek, his lips brushing my skin. "You smell so sweet. I didn't think you would smell this sweet."
"I'll scream," I threatened weakly. "I have friends waiting for me and they'll notice I'm gone. I swear to God I'll scream."
He laughed, hollow and throaty. "Go ahead, scream, sweetheart. They won't hear you. Plus, I like a little bit of struggle in my women."
His fingers dipped under the hem of my skirt and I yelped, tears burning hot as they spilled over onto my cheeks. "Please, don't. Please. My father is a cop, please."
"Trust me, darling, none of that matters, there won't be anything left of you to find," he snarled at me. His hands become more brazen and I could feel him fingering the edge of my panties as I flailed my arms wildly against him. I let out a blood curling scream, hoping someone would hear me over the thumping music. I pulled and tugged entirely in vain as one of his hands became a vice grip and the other became my terrible undoing. It was after the first touch that my mind went black, my conscience sinking into the deep recesses of my mind as he left the tainted tracks of his intent all over my bare skin.
And then the most peculiar thing happened; after the touches stopped, the bite came. Right at the junction between my neck and collar bone, I felt his teeth rip through skin and sinew and slowly drag the contents of my veins into his mouth. I don't recall when it stopped, I don't recall the struggle or the fight; just the deep set sense of resignation as my life was being drained from my body. I fell limp in his arms, weak and part of me registered being lifted into iron arms and whisked away from the dark alley. I was dumped unceremoniously in a place with four walls, left to die a lonely and welcome death. But the peace of death was ripped away from me when the stirrings of fire ignited in my very bones and nothing but my own screams could be heard for miles around.
Somewhere deep in the woods, in a sleepy little town, a tiny woman sat pensive staring out a window. Her thin hands tugged at her shoulder length hair only to be stilled by another's.
"What's wrong? I can feel the despair rolling off you in waves," the man said, concern etched upon his face. The woman smiled and shook her head, happiness enveloping her once again.
"Nothing, Jasper. Don't worry about it, okay?" she reassured him. He gave her a tight lipped smile and back peddled out the door, leaving the woman to turn back and continue her vigil by the window.
"Everything is about to change."