This is only my second attenpt to post one of my stories. This will be a chapter story as apposed to the one shot I posted before. Just a little tidbit, the writing in italic are flashback scenes. I hope y'all enjoy...

'Don't stop! No matter what, don't stop!' I told myself as I ran full out as fast as I could through the dead quiet streets. My legs were burning from the run, but fear kept me going. The city was pretty much shut down for the night. There was no one around.

I knew that running like this was pretty much useless but I needed to know that at least I tried to save myself. On more block and I would be safe in my apartment. The bright lights of the police station across the street from my building made me feel a little better. That was why I had picked this apartment in the first place. Finally, I reached the door to my building. I ran in and kept running up the three flights of stairs. I jammed my key in the door and threw myself inside. It was all I could do not to slam it. Knowing my cousin/roommate was asleep was the only thing that kept me from doing it.

If what I had read in all those books was true, then he couldn't get in. I was safe for the moment. I leaned back against the door when my exhausted legs finally gave out on me. I slid down the down to sit on the floor. I could feel the muscles in my calves twitching. I looked down at them and watched my calves go blurry as the tears welled up and started rolling down my cheeks. After all the stories my Grandmother had told me and after reading everything I could find about the legends and superstitions, I still never truly believed that they existed. They were the stuff of movies and novels. Essentially, make-believe. Never would I have believed that I would actually come across something that wasn't real. Everything I had studied over the years had warned me what to look for. He had none of those signs. He looked nothing like they described. By all accounts, he was pretty much the most amazing looking guy I had ever seen. I had never seen it coming.

He offered me his hand to help me out of the car. When he closed his warm hand around mine, I felt that familiar tingling sensation that I got every time I touched him. I was still amazed that someone like him would want to spend time with me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders as he walked me to the front door to his building. We stepped through the archway in to the dark hallway. We made it about halfway through, when, before I knew it, he pulled me closer to him and then quickly pushed me against the wall. His mouth was on mine an instant later. I wrapped my arms around his neck. These impromptu darkened make-out moments were happening more frequently recently. They were also getting hotter and more urgent. I was totally ready to take it there with him but he would always stop before we got to that point. Now, I was pretty sure he wasn't going to stop. He started to kiss down the side of my neck.

"I have something I need to tell you, love." He said against my throat. His breath was like fire on the sensitive skin of my neck.

"Yes?" He slid his hands down to my hips pulling me even closer to him. Our bodies molded to each other as though we were made just to fit one another.

"This is very important to me and my people." His people?

"What does that…" My voice left me as he ran his tongue over the thundering pulse in my neck. He kissed the spot over and over, speaking in between the kisses.

"I need to 'true' you. I'm desperate with the need to, love."

"'True' me?" What does that mean?" I barely stifled a moan at the feel of his teeth grazing my neck.

"I need to make you mine. You're my 'kept', love."

"Kept?"

"My one true love. My soul mate, my partner," he lifted his head and looked at me, "my queen." He kissed me. "We were destined to be together from the moment we were both born. Together," he kissed me again, "we can rule this city. My people will adore you just as much as I do. They will be honored to have you as their queen." He was starting to weird me out a bit. He came in to kiss me but I held his head back so I could look at him.

"Who are your people?" Suddenly, one of the lights overhead flickered on. He smiled at me, showing me a set of brilliantly white teeth that looked slightly off. His eyes looked as if they had changed color as well. They were normally a pleasant understated green but now they seemed to be the color and shine of perfect emeralds. "Who are your people?" I repeated, afraid now. His smile widened.

"The strigoi, my love, of course."

I hoped you guys are looking forward to the next chapter cause I'm really liking writing this story. It would mean a lot if you hit that button and gave me a review. Thanks to everyone who read this. Stay tuned for Chapter 2...