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Bloodringer
My Name is Elizabeth. Just a normal girl with a normal life, that is, until he came for me. I woke up, got dressed, and headed out for school. When I stepped outside that morning, though, I stopped; it felt like someone was there. I turned, "What the..?" I whispered. "Hello? Is anyone there?" I looked around, nothing, just darkness. "Weird." I walked out to the truck and went to school. The rest of my day went as usual, normal day. Normal life. Boring, even. However, that night, my life began.
I was cooking dinner for my mother and I, what with the recent death of my step-dad; I was forced to be the adult. Cooking, just taking care of my family, when the doorbell rang.
"Hey mom, there's someone at the door." I yelled while flipping a steak.
I heard my mom say, "Hello." And then a distinct male voice asking to use the phone.
"Sure, come on in." She returned.
I ventured into the living room to see this mystery man, his voice sounded attractive, at
least. Walking in, I noticed that, yes, he was very good-looking, but somewhat intimidating, but that isn't what got me. My mom was lying on the couch… Asleep? No, that's not possible. I run over and check on her.
"She's fine," he says in my ear.
"What did you do to her!" I yell in return.
"Nothing, just a little compulsion, I swear she's okay. But I really came here to get you." He smiled dangerously at me.
"What are you talking about?" I venture, terrified.
"I'm only here to take you, so that I can protect you." He says with seeming sincerity.
Then, suddenly grabs me and looks deep into my eyes. "You are going to come with me tonight, you won't fight me, or try to run. I'll let you have the evening with your mother, but when you go to bed, we are leaving."
I repeated what he said, in a trance-like voice. I could only do what he said. There was no other way.
"Good girl." He whispered. "It's the only way." And then he was gone. The front door stood wide open. I closed it. Forgot what happened, and returned to dinner while my mother woke up.
My evening went on, and mom and I laughed and talked, and had a great time. Later, she went off to bed and I soon followed suit. In my room there he was, I felt tears in my eyes as I remembered what I had to do. He had my things packed and he gingerly pulled me out the window, and out of my old life.
The car ride was a bit blurry; he hardly ever looked at the road. "You look the same." He mused.
"What?" I questioned, turning to him.
"You look the same as you did before. When I first met you." He studied my face intently.
"I've never met you before in my life." I said scornfully.
"Well, you will remember soon enough." He whispered. "In any case, I'm Damon, and your name is..?"
"Elizabeth, I thought you said you knew me." I looked away, feeling afraid. He simply laughed, reached in the seat behind him, and grabbed a blood bag. I gasped as he sunk his teeth into it and drank.
"Better the bag than you." He said, "Wouldn't want to repeat that now would we?"
I simply glared, not knowing what he was talking about, but trying to accept the fact that he was probably going to kill me.