Ever wish something truly unbelievable would happen to you that changes your life forever?
I'm living proof of that.
Ever wish you could find that one person who is the only reason you want to keep breathing?
I found him but breathing isn't necassary to be with him.
Everything I have ever wanted I found in the most unlikely place ever.
But before any of that had happened my life was my hell and this was just a portion of what I suffered every night.
"I hate you! I wish I was anywhere but here with you" I screamed tears washing down my cheeks unbelieving of the emotional pain coursing through my shaking body.
"Fine then if you feel that way get out you little bitch!" Mum screamed back, pointing to the sudenly welcoming open front door.
I studied her hard exterior, knowing that under all the screaming and drowsiness my mum was there somehow. But I didn't want to waste pointless time trying to find something that might never surface. Taking one last look at Mums flushed face and the clear glass vodka bottle in her hand i stormed out the door. I hated her with a burning passion even the thought of her makes my dislike intensify by extroadinary amounts. My mothers habit was to get drunk every night and expect me to look after the both of us. This included food and bills, stuff that normal kids wouldn't normally have to deal with for years.
As I walked it was like my feet had a mind of there own, nothing was phasing me not even the noisy crunch of autumn leaves under my $10 sneakers. Slowly observing my surroundings I realized I was at the national park. Again this did not phase me, my head was to foggy to even be able to process a bull charging at me. The low, pained whimper was the only thing that caught me off guard. Stupidly enough I followed the painful cries for help, looking under a little shrub I saw a dalmatian puppy only about 9 weeks old. It had little black spots dotted all over its body with an exception of his tail which had only one spot right on the tip. It was easily the cutest dog I had seen yet in my worthless life. It whimpered pitifully and I was suddenly unsure of what to do, I had never been in this situation before. I hesitantly put my arms around its soft belly and lifted, it didn't struggle and it wasn't heavy. Something warm trickled onto my fingers and I swear my face turned green. A small trail of blood was making its path down the pups leg, the dripping on my fingers was making me queasy. My first aid skils were basic but only on humans, dogs were a different story. I stood there for a couple of seconds, contemplating my options. Slowly I attempted to wipe off the blood and prayed that the cut would stop bleeding instantly. For once I was glad about my limited wardrobe choices for even if the pups leg continued to bleed, there was a high chance I wouldn't even notice. Holding the pup close to me for body warmth I considered my options. Well first I would have to actually backtrack my steps for I had no idea how I actually came to be in this unknown area.
I walked a small circle trying to recognize a fimiliar land mark or tree or something at the very least. Thank god it was at least full moon otherwise I wouldn't have been able to see anything. Most people would be pretty scared walking around in the middle of the night by themselves but I was calm. I loved the night, it intrigued me greatly but not as much as the moon and being alone it's the only time I can be me and think with no disturbances and I was accustomed to being alone, to that burning feeling deep in you're chest showing the pain that came with having nothing.
I heard the twigs cracking and snapping behind me and my senses sharpened. I noticed the light breeze carrying my hair slightly off my shoulders and the panic rising in my throat. I was preparing to scream and run. Timing the quick movement I twirled around, my long black hair whipping me in the face, my green eyes scanned the empty scenery. But then I saw a silvery blur but it quickly disappeared this just heightened my sense of fear. I knew there was no point hiding because too whoever was there I would stick out like a white checker mixed in with the black ones, my pale skin almost glowed in the dark.
Another cracking noise rang out and I spun on my heel in the direction it sounded from. My breath caught in my throat and all senses disapeared at the sight of the breath taking guy in front of me. He had very dark brown hair that could be passed off as black, styled in short spikes. His icy blue eyes felt like they were penatrating my own like they were searching for something deeper, something that he wasn't getting from the outside. The shivers travelling down my spine was not a good thing, it was fear. He was 6 foot something easily and he had very defined muscles that showed through his tight black band shirt, but the main thing that got me was his almost transluscant skin that gave him a silvery glow.
He stared at me, still seeming to search inside me and took a steady step forward. The pup whimpered nervously at him and pushed itself closer to my body. The mysterious guy smirked, seeming to find pleasure in our fear, stepping closer his features eerily beautiful. My feet regained there ability and I quickly turned on my heel, walking rapidly in the opposite direction. Something pale flashed past me and he was in front of me. I let out a small gasp, it was not normal for a person to be fast like lightning. My head pushed my feet into a run but again he blurred past me. Was my head making this crap up?
"What do you want?" I screamed, my voice cracked under the amout of fear.
He cocked his head to the side, like a puppy does sometimes, and smirked. A small blur and he was inches in front of me. I screamed and stumbled back in shock but that's all my feet were letting me do. He shook his head not affected by it in the slightest way. He grabbed my arm and gripped it tightly, I cried out in pain at his vice like grip. I struggled as hard as I could but he just held on tighter, I could nearly feel the bruises forming. Then with an abrupt jerk, he started dragging me through the forest roughly. I was never one for self defense and had no idea on how to protect myself from possible kidnapping. I tried to put up a fight by kicking and screaming but that had no affect on him he just looked at me amused by my antics, it was like he was inpenetrable. As a last resort I kicked his butt. Literally! He shot an amused look at me but I gave him the dirtiest and pissed look I could muster.
"Don't make me do it" He threatened, eyes flashing and his voice cold and alluring.
"I dare you" I snarled regaining the ability of speech momentarily.
In one quick, smooth motion he picked me up and put me over his shoulder. I gripped the puppy umcomfortably in one hand and punched with the other.
"Let me go" I screamed over and over again.
My voice eventually started cracking under the strain. I only stopped after my hands were bleeding and raw from repetitive hits to his concrete back only then did I turn to hysterics, I sobbed quietly.
"Please put me down" I asked trying for the last time to persuade him, choking on my own tears.
"I will catch you if you run" he warned, his voice had a harsh roughness to it this time.
"Yeah I figured that" I slid in edgewise wanting to have the last word, glad he couldn't see my terrified face.
He didn't say anything more instead he dropped me like a sack of potatoes. The problem being all the sharp objects underneath me. I whinced as a rock dug into my side while he stared at me like I was the stupid one.
"Humans are weak" he spat in a disgusted tone.
Now that peeved me off "You're as human as I am" I spat back with just as much venom.
"I'm not as human as you believe me to be" he said in cold amusement.
"What are you talking about? In fact why am I here in the first place? Who are you?" I snapped.
He sneered showing off his blinding white teeth, I noticed two were slightly pointed and I looked at him confused. My confusion slowly changed to realization as those two pointy teeth got longer until they were just past his bottom lip his face now spoiled by the 2 peircing white fangs. Shock held me in place but I still refused to believe he was one of them. It was unnatural and not even real.
"I've had them for about 107 years" He said stepping closer towards me but it wasn't in a menacing way, like he only wanted to scare me.
I stepped back hastily and all I could see were those 2 white fangs "n-no you're lying" I whispered trying to convince myself more than him.
"I am not!" he sounded offended and then smiled, exposing his fangs "and I can prove it" he was a mere foot away.
I wanted so badly to move, my head was screaming at me with all its will power but I was frozen in place. From his black jeans he withdrew a small but sharp hunting knife and casually placed the tip on his stomach.
"You don't want to close your eyes" he murmered his voice turning seductive and spell binding.
I flinched closing my eyes against his words. I heard the sickening sound of the knife plunging into his skin and flesh. Without looking at him I ran with the pup in hand and only the sound of my rapidly beating heart. I was going so fast I couldn't believe I hadn't fallen over yet. Branches were lashing out at me trying to scratch at me with there sharp edges but I couldn't feel any of it. Then BAM I ran into something hard like concrete and I fell on my butt. I looked up and a blood curdling scream escaped my cold lips. It was Him! There was no sign of injury, not even a wound mark only a small amout of blood on his clothes. I screamed my lungs out over and over again I didn't even know I had such lung capacity. Then he gagged me muffling my deafening screams. I was trembling in fear and my body was shaking with the hysterical sobs. He looked at me uncertainly looking at the tears that were pouring down my cheeks. Then he did the only thing that could make it worse, he backhanded me. This brought fresh tears of pain.
"Stop crying your pathetic" he said his voice cold.
His harsh non caring words didn't make me feel any better. I bit the gag so that I'd be able to control my tears. I had never been so scared in my life all movies indicated that vampires sucked you dry. He pried the pup from my grip and bound my feet and hands with little struggle from me. He looked at the pup considering it then he shifted his penetrating gaze to me his expression emotionless it helped that his fangs were gone.
"I'm not gunna kill you......yet" his voice turned back to seductive and soft.
He picked me up easily and I was too exhausted from everything to struggle with him now and he would be to strong anyway. Then he was off at super speed everything was blurred and it made me dizzy. I closed my eyes wishing it would all disappear hoping this would just be a bad dream. Then exhaustion swept over me and I slid into a deep dreamless sleep.
* * * * *
When I woke up I was stiff all over like I hadn't moved in days, i saw I was still gagged and tied but I was in a dark cell. I could hardly see anything but it smelt rotten like dead animal. I shuffled around on my butt when my tied up hands went into something wet, warm and sticky I had a hunch of what it could possibly be. My hesitant eyes followed the trail of blood that was leading to a black figure on the ground. I squinted, screamed into my gag and burst into sobs. A little girl only about 9 years old was lying there with a crescent shaped cut in her pale, pale neck and dark, rich crimson blood was streaming out like a sick waterfall. My stomach wasn't as strong as I had thought, I could feel the vomit rising extremely fast. She was only just alive and she looked at me, fear shone through her crystal brown eyes.
"Help" she whispered weakly, the tears were cascading down her washed out face, which made my heart jump uncomfortably.
I heard the heavy footsteps and hushed voices. My kidnapper reappeared with someone that looked like him just older, so I'd say it was his dad.
"Father here's the one I told you about" He said motioning to me indifferently.
His father studied me, his peircing grey eyes curious "She's a right mess isn't she" his voice was cool, even slightly kind.
My kidnapper looked embarrassed and gave me an annoyed glowering look "She wouldn't come easy".
His dad smiled amused by that sickening fact" A fighter is she?"
They both stood there staring at me as if they were ecpecting me to jump up and dance, well they were in for a disapointment. I had stopped crying and was giving them wary glares. I felt like I was the main show at a zoo.
"Un gag her" His dad ordered firmly.
My kidnapper approached me warily and roughly pulled out my gag.
"You cruel heartless monsters! Your letting that girl die!" I screamed shakily, my words mainly directed at the dad.
They both turned to look at the little girl, unnerved by my screams. She had stopped breathing. She was dead. I felt the tears well up all over again but I was too shocked to let them fall.
His dad looked furious with my kidnapper "she was meant to be looked after yesterday".
I shuddered not wanting to know there definition of 'looked after' "Why haven't you killed me yet?" I blurted out hysterically.
They didn't answer. His dad whispered something to him and then he left, leaving me with the Dad.
"Whats your name?" he asked kindly.
I ignored his kind tone and gazed at the little girl my head and heart were aching. Blood was still dripping from her neck, it's an image that I won't forget or at least for a few years. He was still watching me and I glared at him icily until my kidnapper returned with 3 women that I'd say were maids from there blinding white dresses. He came into my cell and untied me. My feet were shaking as i got up and backed away from them all. The maids came into the cell and approached me with smiles on there patient faces, trying to calm me. But all I could see was the teeth and I instantly panicked.
"Get away from me" I screamed hysterically.
One of the maids was brave enough to gently put a hand on my shoulder to soothe me but I was all high strung and jumpy so I instantly balled up my hand into a fist and brought it slamming into her face. They were bored with being patient with me and they frowned turning to force. It scared me they were so strong and my struggles were pointless. They dragged me to a room pushing me through a separate door. I started banging on the closed door.
"Let me out" I screamed.
"Not until you clean yourself up" A maid yelled back.
I stopped banging and looked at my surroundings. It was a beautiful big bathroom. There was everything I needed to take care of my cuts and have a shower/bath and just anything one does in the bathroom. I looked longingly at the humongous bathtub. I stood there for a while contemplating. My dirty body was begging to be cleaned so I gave up with a sigh and turned on the water. I watched the water fill the tub slowly but steadily almost to the brim.
I carefully stripped off my torn clothing and hopped in. I winced as my many cuts and scratches stung from the hot water cleansing them. When my body had adjusted to the heat I started cleaning myself. Most were little scratches that hardly did any damage but I already had a big purple-blue bruise from that peircing rock HE had dropped me on. There was one big scratch on my thigh that really hurt and would need bandaging. After cleaning myself I hopped out and dried myself with a fluffy white towel. I realized I had no clothes and I didn't want to wear my ripped, blood-stained ones.
"I don't have any clothes" I yelled reluctantly through the door.
The doorknob turned and I gripped my towel tightly around me and backed up into the corner warily. A pair of pink boxers and white tank top was chucked in along with underwear. Pink wasn't my color but I put them on anyways. I looked in the draws and found a brush so I just brushed my hair and left it out.
"I've finished" I yelled my voice cracking again.
They opened the door and smiled when they saw I had showered. I stood there cautiously. Waiting.
"Its ok honey were not gunna hurt you. You will be staying in this room, Master Alexander will come see you soon" A motherly looking maid said speaking in a comforting tone, making me feel a tiny bit more at ease.
I nodded and they exited but not before locking the door behind them. I looked around the room there was a king size bed, a small table, small couch and a duchess. There was also a big window with big black draping. There was only a dim light shining through so I guessed the sun was just rising. I was unsure of what to do I was too scared to sleep yet I was exhausted. Exhaustion got the better of me and I collapsed on the bed falling asleep instantly.