Bleeding
Chapter 1
"You cannot be serious." He said to me slowly stroking the sides of his steering wheel looking broken, lonely.
"I'm sorry Ryan, it's just that we've been going out for a couple of months and I don't feel anything for you." I said sitting adjacently in his blue BMW, which still smelled like new leather. Breathing it in I wished that things could have been different. I wished that I could love this boy the way he seemed to love me.
"Spencer look if this is about what Madison said I swear nothing happened between me and that girl." He told me feebly. "Spencer I love you I wanted there to be a future for us." He said grabbing my hand between his, looking deeply into my eyes. I looked back into his hoping that I would be able to see something that would spark some notion of love. But, to my disappointment all I could see was what I hoped he would be. His six foot tall muscular build, bright green eyes, and dark chestnut hair had faded from jaw dropping traits to superficial faculties which I just couldn't believe in anymore.
"Ryan that's why I don't think we should be together anymore. I don't think I'll ever love you in that way and you deserve someone who will." I said as gently as I could while rubbing his arm. He shook his head violently unable to believe what I had said. Finally after some pause he looked up at me with so much bottled up pain it was hard to look back.
"Get out." He told me turning away from me. This definitely caught my attention. We had been driving through downtown L.A. when the subject had been brought up.
"Ryan you can't be serious." I pleaded. The look of hatred in his eyes told me he was very serious and with some trepidation I opened my door and stepped out into the night.
My hands turned clammy the instant I knew for sure he left. Rubbing them against the hem of my sundress I scrambled for my cellphone. Retrieving it from my purse I set out to dial someone – anyone to come get me. My phone beeped announcing a lack of service feeling as grim as unwanted rain patter on an uncovered head.
Shit, shit, this cannot be happening. Dear God, please protect me… please protect me… please protect me.
Looking around at my surroundings I knew I was in trouble. The normally distanced sirens were creating an intensely loud cacophony against my innocent ears. Screaming could be heard above me through all apartment windows and around some nearby corners there lurked great muscled goliaths covered in tattoos and scars. I needed a plan. All of the local stores had closed for the night so my only choice was to keep walking until I got reception or found a pay phone.
I straightened my posture trying my best to seem intimidating and began walking. I had made it about 20 feet before I heard the sounds of footsteps behind me. My heartbeat instantly pounded in my throat, my breathing quickened. Despite my instinctive want to run away I only allowed my feet to move a little bit faster hoping that the steps behind me would dissipate except that they didn't. They moved at the same rhythm as mine whether I sped up or slowed down. Needing to face my fears I decided to see who the footsteps were.
As I turned around to face my stalker I opened my eyes to nothing. There was no one behind me, only the soft rustle of the city. Sighing and rubbing my temples. I turned back around when suddenly a hand reached out grabbing me around my neck robbing me of air while also lifting me several feet in the air.
I tried to scream, tried to squirm, but the stranger merely tightened its grip. Bringing me closer to his face I saw his profile, but didn't really believe what I saw.
He was slightly shorter than Ryan with more strength than it seemed his body could support. He had dark, thick hair that contrasted exceptionally to his skin which was so pale it looked like he hadn't seen sunlight in weeks. His breathing was harsh and ragged coming through his mouth and extremely long canines.
What intrigued me the most though were his blood red pupils which seemed to stand out despite the darkness in the sky. Fear coursed through my body just looking at him. He held on tightly bringing me into a nearby deserted alley where he promptly dropped me to my feet, pressing me into a nearby wall. Then he spoke.
"Little one do not squirm." He said in a thick European accent which I couldn't recognize. "Look into my eyes." He implored. I didn't want to do anything he asked of me grasping my jaw between his fingers and bringing my face upwards. Opening my eyes once was all it took.
As I caught sight of his face his pupils seemed to change from the bright red they had previously been to a calming brown. They looked remarkably like my father's. His features also seemed to change. No longer was he a scary predator that lurked after me. He had become safety and all I seemed to want was to press myself into him and drink in that safety, that calmness, which emanated from him.
He drew his face down towards my neck and I crooked it to the side to allow him closer access. The closer he came to my artery, the more my pulse seemed to try to jump out of me trying to get closer to him, to the safety he would bring me.
I stretched up on my tip toes waiting for him to drink from me when I felt him bite. It was painful for a second, but after that it was pure sunshine: warm, pure, and perfect like being hugged from behind. Every time it seemed like some pain might arise he brought my eyes into his and I fell further into that black hole of peace.
At that moment nothing else mattered, nothing else could disturb me and when I saw a large figure dropping from the sky only one though occurred.
It must be an angel.
The figure dropped behind my attacker grasping him around the neck and effortlessly dragging him from me and throwing him against the nearby wall. Without his concentration my trance faded and I was thrown away from my paradise to the cold streets of Los Angeles. I couldn't let it go. I needed that warmth.
"No stop I want more." I cried running at my brown haired protector, pounding tirelessly at her back. Looking quickly at me she shoved my shoulder back causing me to fall and slide into some neighboring boxes. Glancing up at her I saw some concern in her eyes before my stalker took his opportunity and threw his fist into the direction of her head. Glimpsing up I felt sorry for distracting her. With lighting reflexes she turned around grabbing his hand out of the air and contorting it where he lay kneeling on the floor while she pushed his arm in for leverage.
"Go Now Samuel!" she snarled. Kicking him away she brought herself back over to me. That's when the blackness began to settle in. With the dark blurring my vision I pointed upwards at the figure coming towards my protector with a small finger pointed up. With enormous rage binding her face she instantly reached out for an unseen gun and pointing it upwards she shot, a glimpse of silver piercing Samuel in the chest.
He flew backwards on the ground screaming and clawing at the wound in his chest which was now starting to burn up his entire torso. The flames had spread upwards to his face and the last image I saw before falling asleep were his bright red eyes promising endless nightmares.
Falling asleep I had gentle memories of being picked up and cradled in someone's arms. Sometimes my eyes would flutter open and it looked as though we were flying above the world. Jumping from buildings. When I looked up at my angel I was able to make out some characteristics. She had brown curly hair framing her face and perfectly tan skin which camouflaged her some in the night. Then there was black.