It's been months since I became prey to a vampire. Yes, you heard my right, a vampire. I know, I thought they were just scary stories my big brother would tell me when I was little. I should have listened to his stories as we flew into France for a week to see the art galleries. Ever since my brother got famous for his paintings, we were always invited to new showings and expeditions.

Thoughts of my brother and me saying alive was all that kept me struggling to live as this vampire attacked my neck and drained me of my blood. I found it useless to struggle and scream against him, his mind powers controlling everyone to think nothing was happening. I've even had to keep conversations going as he drank from me, struggling to laugh as pity jokes and exchange class notes.

I was a mindless kid who thought it was an awesome idea to go exploring the nightlife of France. My brother fell ill that night and decided not to go to the gallery. It was only for a day. I should have stayed with him. Maybe I would have been spared. I noticed tis devilish man in the most drooling suit, paying no attention to the paintings and clay work on the walls and pedestals. He walked almost in step with me, keeping his distance, almost making me want to be near him.

Let me paint a picture for you, he had dark brown hair that fell lusciously around his face, eyes that could kill, a smile to die for and a tan only those in French country could acquire. He was tall and sexy and just a beacon of trouble. Standing almost six foot' two, cologne probably worth two thousand dollars, clothes made from the finest tailors in the country, he was a fine man indeed.

He followed me around the gallery, making no attempt to hide his gaze. I, on the other hand, did. I watched him over the rim of my glass of sparkling cider, edges of walls I curved around, even over shoulder of men and women I talked to. As the gallery came to a close a gentleman asked to walk me home, I should have accepted. Instead I declined, taking my chances as the hotel was only a few blocks away.

I had just stepped onto the corner of where my hotel sat when a hand gripped my wrist, pulling me into the shadows and pinning me between this devious man and the wall. I wanted to scream but fear overwhelmed me as his fangs slid out of his mouth and sank into my neck like butter. It was then that he whispered into my ear of the eternal enslavement I had rewarded myself with.

He followed me back from France, catching the same planes, until we arrived in New York. I tried telling my brother of the situation I was in but he just gave me orange juice and told me to hydrate, thinking I was hungover.

It was a couple days before the filthy vampire attacked me again, in the Cathedral of St. John of all places. He wrestled me into one of the pews, making sure I could see the crucifix, and drained me of my blood. Now a couple months later I find myself hopeless in my endeavors of losing him.

I rubbed my neck, trying to massage the soreness of y recent feeding. I didn't even know the bastards name. He was so rough with my skin, the bruising becoming harder to cover even with makeup. I tried to ignore the hatred boiling in the pit of my stomach and just peered over my book. He never really bothered me in my sanctuary, code for library. He would come in sometimes, pull at the collar of his outfit he deemed to fit in with the college frat boys, not that it didn't fit him. He was dreamy in those slender jeans, a shirt that looked soft to the touch and a black sweater, to balance the bright colors he wore.

I caught myself dozing off as I read my textbook in hopes I could pass my final exam. I pushed my hunched back against the chair, my muscles aching from the constant strain. I draped my arm over my eyes, trying to rest them from the thousands of words they skimmed over. I let out a sigh as I thought of how bad my grades have been.

"Hello little butterfly." I tried to jump up but his hand latched onto my bent arm, blinding me, while the other clasped over my mouth. His mouth came close to my ear, sending shivers down my spine. His voice was like melting chocolate, ready to be devoured. "Now I know why you love this little nook. I can see most people don't know about your secret hideout, butterfly."

I grunted, fighting to keep my safe haven from being another feeding ground. I already lost my bedroom, the bathroom, locker room, the treehouse behind my house, even the abandoned bus I go to for peace and quiet. He had taken all those things away from me, stealing my precious treasures from my grasp and soiling them with his filth.

He leaned close to my blonde hair, placing those kissable lips onto my butterfly tattoo behind my ear. He found it after the third time on feeding, deciding that should be my name to him. He pulled back, tilting my chair onto its back legs. I stopped kicking instantly, knowing he would probably let me fall if I lost my balance.

"If I didn't know better I would suspect you were hiding from me." He clicked his tongue into my ear several times, hinting at his disapproval. "Now that is jut cruel, butterfly. Seems like I'll have to teach you never to hide from me, butterfly."

I felt his fangs against my bruised skin, making me wince against my will. His fangs that taunted me with a bite retreated, my breath sucking into my stomach. His hand fell from my mouth, fining its new home over my bruised skin. His fingers were gentle to the touch as he ran a finger over the purple patch.

"Oh no butterfly seems I have been the one hurting you." Was he really trying to sound upset? That wasn't weird at all. His fingers danced along my shoulder, sending shivers all the way down to my toes. He always taunted me like this, getting reactions out of me like some sick toy. "Although she is hurt, she seems to enjoy the affection her master shows her."

"No…" I gasped, trying to wiggle out from under my arm. He pulled my wrist, securing that I remain blind. "Please don't do this. Not here. Please…"

I felt the sting in my eyes, tears ready to fall. He was going to ruin my last piece of heaven for his own hunger. I could feel the chair bend back some more, truly balancing on the tiny corners of the back legs. "And why is that, butterfly?"

My jaw twitched s I swallowed down the sobs in my throat. He was completely overpowering. I refused to be some goat fed to the wolf for a chance of hope. "Please…"

Damn it, my voice broke.

His lips that played on my skin stopped, only his hot breath caressed my neck. Just as he feeling of his mouth opening, whether to talk or bite was interrupted by the sound of someone approaching. He swung my arm over, returning the florescent light from the library to my eyes, my chair returned to its four legs. He brushed my hair over my shoulder, and then wrapped his arm across my shoulders. As the librarian rounded the corner it looked like a couple who was studying as he pointed to my textbook and read aloud the terms on the columns.

She paid us no attention as she retrieved a book and vanished again. I didn't know what to expect as he never done this before. Every other time he just played his stupid mind tricks and made them see whatever they saw. Now, instead of that, he actually did what they saw. "Come now, butterfly. We have an appointment to keep."

"What appointment?" He threw me out of my chair, sending me hopping on my foot to regain my balance. He swept up my stuff with his free hand, the other holding tight to my wrist, and bragged me out of my sanctuary and into the college campus. He walked net to me like a boyfriend, arm draped over my shoulder and carrying my bag. I would have run away from him but his arm was like marble, impossible to escape from.

We walked to the edge of campus toward the houses across the street. I was lucky to live several blocks away from school, which seemed to be where we were going. His brisk stride got us to my house in about twenty minutes. He walked right in, making me worry if I had locked up this morning. I barely walked into the door when it shut, him pinning me against the front door.

"You're all alone, which means no one can save you." I don't know what happened. Maybe I thought I was going to die, or I needed to find a way to leave him, whatever it was boiled in me, making my fight against him. I flailed my arms out, breaking the cage he trapped me in. He jumped back, giving me my only opportunity to run. I bolted like lightning, right for the stairs, his fingers reaching the back of my neck.

I ran faster, making it to the top landing and skidded into my room. With momentum that could have given me a sport scholarship I slammed the door shut, locking it with surprisingly steady hands. I stepped back, watching his shadow move across the bottom of the door. I stared, frozen in fear of what would happen when he gets through. In a flash it was gone, vanished in the unknown beyond my door. I realized I was holding my breath. I exhaled deeply, feeling my body shake from the mere action.

A hand snaked around me, cupping my mouth shut. A scream flew out of my lips, turning into a muffle from his hand. His other hand wrapped around my arms, caging me fully within his body. "Oh butterfly, you know how to get my heart racing. Of course closing the door would have helped, if I was just a simple human."

In one swing of his arms I flew across the room, slamming against the headboard. I fell onto the pillows, a groan escaping my lungs from the pain that radiated across my back. He walked slowly to one side of the bed, the soft sunlight from the cloudy sky made him look iridescent. "You spark a fire in me from the short time we've known each other. I simply cannot explain it."

A coughing fit started in my chest but I didn't let that stop me. I pushed myself backwards, my foot catching the end of the bed. "Where you going to go, butterfly?"

He moved like a mirage, his hands pinning my arms to the bed as he lay on top of me. I screamed into the pillows, bucking under him. His mouth lingered too close to my ear, too close to be deemed as healthy. He tortured me slowly, his fangs grazing my ear as he made trails along my skin.

He flipped me around with blazing speed, his eyes glaring at me. His face fell closer to my neck his eyes unmoved. I cringed away, waiting for the pain to erupt from my neck. "Ow!"

I looked up seeing his mouth pressed against my wrist. I watched a tiny trickle of blood make a beeline to the fluffed comforter. I winced as I felt his fangs nuzzle between my veins. It felt strange and slightly nauseating as his fangs bumped against my veins. He looked at me through the corner of his gaze, pulling his fangs out of my wrist. I swallowed my nausea as I watched them slide out, his gaze trained on me like a dog.

He and I stared at each other, unmoved as silence fell between us. Fear has completely drained out of my system, curiosity taking its place. He wasn't leaving like he usually did. Instead it looked like he was leaning in for a…kiss?

I don't know what it was, but the air changed. It grew bitter with each passing second, the smell of sour something waffled the air. The bloodsucker's eyes turned away from me, scanning the room. "Unfortunately butterfly, I must leave now. Seems we have unexpected guests." He flashed away, looking like a mirage as he flew out my bedroom door and into the unknown. The sound of the front door shutting echoed through the still house, leaving me with an empty feeling in my stomach.