When Aurelia was taken by a vampire she was supposed to just be a pawn to get her boyfriend to pay old debts. But soon one of her vampire captor refuses to let her go, and she doesn't want to escape either, but stories are never that simple now are they?
I should have known better than to walk home alone.
Now with every step I took I heard steps behind me, I stopped, they stopped.
"Paranoid." I muttered to myself. The cold wind fiercely swiped at my cheeks and swept my hair into my face. Yet my own acknowledgement to my paranoia did not stop me from peeking over my shoulder. There was nothing but a few leaves scattering onto the pavement. I breathed a sigh of relief as I looked forward again only to be greeted by my apartment building.
Making my way up the stairs I felt a chill run from my throat down to my stomach. I raced into my apartment building and shuddered off the cold of the night. Making my way to the shower I peeled off my clothes and stepped under the steaming hot waterfall not caring how much the bill would be.
Afterward I just sat down on the shower floor simply thinking about how I ended up here in the first place. I had moved to Boston after leaving foster care, or rather after being asked to leave the foster care facilities at the age of eighteen. My parents had left me with very little money after their death, most of it was used to pay old debts and most of their possessions were taken into collateral, all accept my father's beloved watch that his father gave him and my mother's single strand of pearls. I did however have enough to move across the country to Boston and rent a cheap motel room until I found an office building that would hire a girl with no college education, no references and dressed in ratty jeans and a button down shirt that didn't fit. I soon however proved them wrong and slowly earned enough money to make myself a home in a cheap apartment building that wasn't exactly any better that the motel room I stayed in before, but at least I didn't have to pay by the hour to stay there.
I stepped out of the shower and looked into the mirror. Had the steam not blurred my own image I know what I would be greeted with; a girl of just under an average height, slender, dark hair that covered her shoulders, and eyes that if anyone really bothered to look into they would see that everything was not fine. Tears brimmed the rims of my eyes. No, I would not cry. I was fine. I am fine. I have a job; I have Lucas, my boyfriend of a year now who met me when I sat alone at a restaurant on my birthday.
"No one should be alone on their birthday." He told me that night. He sat with me, paid for my meal, and I was fine.
A knock on the door disturbed my thoughts. I quickly put on dressed into my night clothes to answer it. Twisting the knob and opening the door I stood their stunned.
He was beautiful. Tall, with high cheekbones and deep smoldering black eyes made for drowning in, made for seducing. He had black hair that was long and that he brushed back. A long black trench draped over his broad shoulders and thick arms. I noticed was looking at me with an expectant smile on his face as if he was waiting for me to speak.
"Can I help you?" I said so quietly I am not sure if he even heard me.
"Yes." He responded, his deep voice fitting him perfectly. "Are you Aurelia?"
"I go by Aurie, yes is there something you need?" I said, the cold feeling that I felt earlier returned to my throat , and this time it pierce my stomach so hard that I hid behind the door protectively waiting for him to respond.
"Why yes" he said leaning closer, then his smile faded and his voice became dark as he said "-you."
I pushed the door shut hard trying to fend him off trying to lock him into the hallway, but he was to strong. He pushed back and edged in, half his body in the hall half his body in my apartment. I did the only thing I could think off and soon my foot shot out hitting him between the legs. He screamed, no he growled, the man actually growled like a wounded wild cat. I couldn't focus on that though and I pushed him out and shut and locked the door.
I ran to my closet to hide and grabbed the phone on the way, dialing 911.
"Hello! Hello! Can you please-" I gasped into the phone, only to realize that it was dead, no dial tone, nothing. Just then I heard the door crash open. I squirmed down into the corner of my closet hiding behind boxes hoping it would be enough to protect me. I heard footsteps make its way into my room.
"Oh princess? Come out, come out where ever you are." he chanted. "Come now princess, I just need to steal you for a bit, I promise I won't hurt you."
The closet door creaked open, I so his silhouette in the dark room, I prayed to myself that he could not see me. Then soon by some miracle I heard him curse under his breath and descend back toward the front door. It shut with a bang and I waited a few moments before leaving my perch and stepped outside of the closet. A harsh wheezing repeated over and over in a loud pattern and I realized it was my own heavy, terrified breathing.
I inhaled deeply through my mouth when a cool large hand clamped over my mouth and a strong arm snaked over my waist form behind.
"Someone should have taught you not to answer the door to strangers late at night" whispered a seductive voice. I tried to scream, but everything soon went black.