Notes:
- English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes
- This fanfic is slightly inspired by Lovestruck's story Havenfall Is For Lovers - Antonio, but I intend to make it more interesting and steamier too :P
- I hope you enjoy it, your likes and reviews are always appreciated.
"Do I look good?" Amy asked, examining herself in the mirror.
"Amy, please…" Lily complained. "You've asked a million times! You DO look good."
She had to be. She used her last savings to buy an appropriate suit for that interview. Rumors said Kamilah Sayeed, Ahmanet Financial's CEO, was hard to impress.
"I just want to look professional, you know? I don't want her to think I have zero-experience."
"You have zero-experience."
"Thanks for reminding me of that," Amy gave her an annoyed look.
"Don't worry, Amy," Lily laughed. "You're gonna rock, you'll see."
"I hope so, I don't want to return to my hometown."
"Yeah, it's about time you start paying rent."
"Lily!"
Amy turned around to check her outfit one more time. Lily grabbed the magazine she left open on her bed.
"So, Kamilah Sayeed?"
"Yes. I've been doing a little research about her, you know… To be ready for my interview."
Lily examined the article.
"Hmmm… She's an influent, powerful CEO and… hot! Really hot!"
Amy looked at the picture again. Kamilah didn't reveal anything about her personal life. It was all about her company, Ahmanet Financial, and her career. She was gorgeous, it was true. Something in her eyes, a sparkle of mystery, made her desire that job to get to know more about her.
"Well, I better go or I'm going to be late."
"Dude, who schedules a job interview at 9 PM? This is so weird."
"They said it was the only time Kamilah would be avaliable."
Amy prepared to leave the apartment when Lily called her back.
"Good luck, Amy," she wrapped her in a tight, long hug. "And be safe."
"Thank you, Lil."
The subway was scary at night, especially with the recent attacks going on around the city. This is all people would comment about. Amy nervously sat next to a couple in the train wondering if they were regular people, like her, or cold-blooded murderers. In the present days, it was impossible to know. You couldn't trust literally anyone.
She accidentally eavesdropped part of their conversation.
"There was another attack last night," the young man commented.
"Yes, the police said it was caused by a big animal or something," his girlfriend added.
"They'll never admit it. They'll never reveal the truth."
"Come on, it's only a theory people talk about in the Dark Web."
The last part attracted Amy's interest. She approached a little bit more to listen, as they started to whisper.
"It's not a theory, okay? They have evidences… Evidences that vampires are secretly running New York City! They're also behind these attacks."
Vampires. Amy gasped. She thought they only existed in fiction. At some point, during her teenage years, she secretly wished they were real. Every girl did. They were always portrayed as sexy, compelling characters. Even a little bit romantic sometimes.
The train stopped and as she left the station she couldn't help feeling she was being watched. She put her earphones on and tried to distract her mind, focusing her thoughts on the interview. She was just too impressed by the whole vampire conversation, that was it.
She finally arrived at Ahmanet Financial's building.
"Hi," she walked to the front desk, "I have an interview with Ms. Sayeed. 9 PM."
"Ms. Amy Parker?" The receptionist asked.
She nodded in confirmation.
"Can you wait for a moment? Ms. Sayeed will be ready for you in a few minutes."
"Of course."
Amy sat on a couch and looked around, examining the Egyptian artifacts on the walls. They somehow fascinated her. Ancient Egypt was her favorite class in college. She tried to remember the meaning behind those symbols. She could use it as an advantage to impress Kamilah. Her mind traveled far away and when she looked at the clock, forty minutes had passed.
"Ms. Parker?" The receptionist called.
"Yes?"
"Ms. Sayeed had an emergency meeting but she'll see you soon."
"Okay, I can wait."
"Would you like some coffee?"
"Please."
Slowly sipping her coffee, she recapitulated everything she had read about Kamilah Sayeed and the answers she had prepared for her interview. Suddently, her eyes started to get heavy and she yawned.
"Whoa, this couch is really comfortable," Amy thought. "Maybe I shold rest my head a little bit…"
Amy eyes went wide, she didn't know for how long she had been sleeping. She sat on the bed, her head was spinning and she felt nauseous.
She studied the room. That certainly wasn't her bedroom or even her bed. She had no idea where she was. She tried to reach for her cell phone in her pocket but it wasn't there. She stopped breathing.
"I've been kidnapped," she concluded. "I'm going to die."
She wouldn't even have the chance to say goodbye to her parents or Lily. She was about to start crying when:
"Finally," someone opened the door, "I was starting to think you were dead."
That was Kamilah Sayeed. The elegant, sexy and rich CEO that was supposed to interview Amy.
"W-what am I doing here?" She asked, confused. "Where am I?"
Amy tried to get up but Kamilah prevented her.
"Calm down, darling. You're at my place."
"Oh, I'm sorry. But why? Did I pass out or something…"
"Sort of," she said.
For the first time their eyes met. Kamilah had the most beautiful brown eyes Amy had ever seen. They looked so deep… hypnotizing…
"Uhh… I… I should go home," Amy moved away from her. "It must be late. My roomate…"
"Darling, wait," Kamilah requested. "Follow me to my office, would you?"
"Y-yeah, of course."
Still stumbling a little, she followed Kamilah outside the bedroom. Her eyes examined every detail of her mansion in astonishment. It was enormous and well-decorated with luxurious, modern-styled furniture and objects.
Kamilah led her to a door near the living room and introduced it as her home office.
"Whoa," Amy exclaimed, looking at the garden outside. "This is so amazing!"
"It's a nocturnal garden," Kamilah explained. "It's a garden planted entirely with night-blooming flowers. Everything you see opens only at night."
"It's beautiful. Do you have any special reasons…"
"I'm a botany enthusiast but I can only appreciate it at night."
"Right… because you spend most of the day in your company."
Kamilah gave her a small smirk in response.
"Sit down, please."
Amy sat in a comfortable chair in front of her desk, paying attention on her extensive book shelf. Books from many different periods and genres, in at least five different idioms. Her admiration for Kamilah grew a little wider.
"Whoa… you…" she opened her mouth in surprise.
"Drink?" Kamilah interrupted, pouring some liquor in a glass.
"N-no, thanks. I'm still kinda nauseous."
Amy looked around expectantly. Everytime her eyes met Kamilah's she felt a funny feeling in her stomach. After a moment in absolute silence, Kamilah handed her some papers and a pen.
"What is that?" Amy wanted to know.
"A contract."
"But… what about my interview?"
"Read carefully, please."
Amy studied the first few paragraphs of the contract. It had nothing to do with Ahmanet Financial or her job as assistant. One of the lines clearly stated she voluntarily agreed to give all her blood to Kamilah Sayeed.
"Ms. Sayeed? There's something wrong with this contract…" she spoke. "It says thay by signing it I'm giving you total ownership over my blood!"
"For research purposes, yes."
"I don't understand. What does it have to do with the assistant position?"
"Nothing, darling. I don't really need you, I need your blood."
"H-How much?" Amy stiffened a little bit.
"All of it."
"Okay, I'm getting out of here!"
Amy got up, running as fast as she could directly to the front door. Suddently, a shadow passed right through her, blocking her path.
"You're not going anywhere," Kamilah held her with an impressive strenght.
"I-I…"
Amy looked up and something had changed in her face. Her gorgeous brown eyes had been replaced by a red and cold gaze.
"You're not going anywhere!"
Amy noticed two sharp, pointed teeth showing behind her lips.
"Y-you're a…"
"It didn't take long for you to figure out, huh?!"
"P-please… don't kill me…" Amy cried. "I have family, you know?"
"I know and if you had finished reading my contract you'd see I'm willing to provide them everything they need."
"You're monster!" Amy struggled to escape from her arms but she couldn't. Kamilah was too strong.
"You don't understand…" she complained.
For a second, Amy could swear there was some sadness in her words.
"Please… let me go…" Amy begged as Kamilah dragged her by the arm through her mansion.
"I can't," Kamilah placed inside the bedroom again. "You'll stay here until you decide to sign my contract."
She slammed the door. A click suggested she also locked it.
"No! Wait!"
Amy desperatly knocked, sobbing and screaming. She insisted for hours, until her all strength was gone and she fell down on her knees. Lily was her only hope now. How long would take for her to notice her disappearance and inform the police?
