Just an idea I had to write down. Let me hear what you think. I'm not sure yet if I'll continue this, so give me a hint if you would want to read more... :-D

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The road seemed to be endless, and the surroundings didn't change much either.

She didn't dare looking straight at him, but instead shot secret glances at him when she was sure he wouldn't notice. He had brown hair, rather short and slightly ruffled. With his high cheekbones, straight nose and strong jaw line, his face seemed a bit angular. The one time he'd caught her watching him, she'd noticed his hazel eyes. The color would so easily fit a warm and gentle person, but the almost dead look in them, and the contrast it created made her shiver.

The dusk became night, and the only thing she could see was the white stripes on the road that was illuminated by the cars headlights. The desert around her was covered in complete darkness, no small light from a faraway house or car was to be seen.

The chill night air crept in through the windows, and she wrapped her arms around her torso, shivering. She didn't dare asking him to turn up the heat.

She was only wearing af white tank top and jeans shorts. Normally she wasn't shy, but right now she felt like she was showing a bit too much skin.
She caught a glimpse of her own reflection in the rearview mirror.

Wilhemina Blake was 15 years old, and hated her given name. Instead she always presented herself as Will. She sported a wild mane of red hair, which always seemed to have a life of its own. Normally she would keep the locks in control with a bandana or a cap, but she'd lost the cap she'd been wearing earlier. Her skin was pale, the curse of redheads, and she had bright blue eyes. Right now her usually cheery face was even paler than usual, she bit her lip nervously, and her eyes had a haunted look.

She didn't know how long she'd been in the car with the stranger, almost a day and a half she guessed. It had been a bit past noon when he had let her out of the trunk to sit up front instead, and now it was night. It felt like longer. It felt like weeks.

At some point Will fell a sleep. When her breathing became slow and regular the man looked at her before shaking his head and returning his eyes to the road.
He had never been able to understand humans' ability to sleep under even the direst circumstances. Maybe it was a defense mechanism? if so it was a stupid one. He cold kill her if he wanted to, without her even being able to let out a scream. He pondered it for a moment, before deciding against it; he didn't want to ruin the upholstery of the car seat and lately he had become quite the messy eater.

He just kept driving.

Will jolted awake when someone grabbed her arm and yanked her out of the car. She landed hard on the concrete of a small parking lot. "What the hell?" she mumbled under her breath, still not completely awake. Confused she looked around seeing a small crabby looking motel, with a busted neon sign lazily blinking into the night. Someone was standing right in front of her.
Slowly she rose her eyes from his obviously expensive designer shoes, to his tailored pants. When her gaze landed on his chest covered in an off-white shirt, her dazed brain wondered if he would have a six-pack? He looked slim, but it wouldn't surprise her if he was all muscles underneath his clothes. She was just about to voice her thoughts when her eyes landed on his face. Suddenly she was wide awake and terrified. He looked at her coldly.

"Get up."

She scrambled to her feet, the tone of his voice made it clear that he would tolerate no disobedience. He turned his back on her and swiftly started walking for the entrance of the motel, clearly expecting her to follow.

Suddenly finding her courage, Will jumped inside the car and slammed the door shut. She scrambled from the passenger seat to the seat before the wheel. She grabbed for the ignition just as the door was ripped open. She would have screamed if her voice would have obeyed her, instead a weak whimper escaped her lips as she once again was yanked from the car by her arm.
His grip was like steel, and she could feel bruises starting to form under his fingers. She couldn't help the tears that started overflowing her eyes. She didn't dare looking into his eyes. Would he kill her now? Surely he wouldn't risk those people in the motel seeing him? Would he?

But how had he been there so fast? No one should be able to move so fast.

"You will never try that again. Understand?" He twisted her arm, making her whimper in pain to emphasize his silent threat.

"Yes. I'm...I'm sorry."

He eased on the twisting but kept her in his iron grip as he started walking. She had no choice but to follow. She didn't doubt that if she refused he would drag her.

A tired looking woman greeted them at the reception. Her eyes immediately noticed the girls tear streaked face and the mans grip on her arm.
She nodded coldly at the man before addressing the girl.

"Are you alright my dear?"

Will bit her lip and kept silent afraid to anger her captor even more. Inwards she prayed the the woman would call the police, or get out a shotgun or just do something!
Her wishful thinking was cut short when he spoke.

"Look at me." The woman turned her gaze to him, her features showing clearly what she thought of a man who handled a girl that way. "You will find us your best room available, and then you will forget what you saw tonight. Tomorrow you will only remember that a girl and her uncle checked in late, they seemed nice."

WTF?

To Will's terror the woman's face turned blank, and in a dull tone she repeated his words. Then she found a key and directed them to room number 27.
Before she left, she smiled dreamily at them. "You seem nice, have a good night."

When they were inside the room he finally let her go. She didn't move. Her brain was still working on what she had just seen. Had he really just hypnotized that woman? There couldn't be any other explanation. But how?
Her attention was caught when he started unbuttoning his shirt. Oh no. She could feel whatever color was left on her face drain away. He looked up at her.

"Get over here, girl."

Slowly she walked over. She stopped as far from him as she dared. He was done with the buttons and threw the shirt on the bed. His upper body was now bare, and some part of her brain still acting as her old self marveled at his perfectly chisled chest. Six-pack indeed.

He looked at her. Well not just looked at her, it was more like undressing her with his eyes. All the blood that had left her face just seconds before came rushing back, making her blush uncontrollably.

He made a disappointed sound, when his inspection was done.
"Tell me again, why did I pick you up?" He had a distinct accent, that Will couldn't exactly place. It sounded british, but then again not. A note of real curiousity was present as well, like he really couldn't remember why he had kidnapped her.

She couldn't find her voice, and didn't really know if he wanted her to answer at all. Apparently he did, cause his eyes turned dangerously cold.
"Answer the question," he snapped. She diverted her eyes, not able to hold his gaze any longer.

"I don't know," she mumbled.

"Speak up, and look me in the eyes." Every word was like a whip, and she almost cringed away from him, like he had hit her physically.

She closed her eyes and straightened her back. When she opened her eyes he was suddenly standing right in front of her, no more than two feet between them. Her breath hitched and her heart skipped a beat. He lifted his hand and stroked her cheek before gripping her chin.

"Tell me, why did I bring such a dull little girl with me?"

For a minute anger flared inside her, but then it subdued to the fear. She hoped he hadn't noticed.

"Y-you said I would be a nice... a nice late night s..snack," she stammered.

"Oh yeah, that's right," he mumbled mostly to himself.

He took a step back giving her body another look. "Hmm, I guess that's all your good for anyway. Such a small frightful and fragile creature."

Quick as a snake he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to him. He lowered his head to her neck inhaling deeply. She met his hazel eyes, and she was shocked to notice how they as she looked seemed to change color and become black, dark veins protruding around them. She didn't try to fight him, she was too puzzled by the change.

"What are you?" the words left her lips in an almost inaudible whisper.

He flashed her a broad smile. "You have one guess." She saw his long incisors.

"Vampire? Really?" Amazingly enough it seemed like a heavy weight was lifted from her. "So you're not gonna rape me?" she burst out. Will couldn't help laughing hysterically. "Late night snack, ha! Now I get it!"

Of course she should still be afraid, even more so, a small voice in the back of her mind told her. He's a friggin' vampire! He's gonna kill you!

The man, no the vampire, Will corrected herself, looked at her curiously.

"Done?" he asked sarcastically. She forced down the last bit of chuckles. "Yeah, sorry 'bout that."

Will felt surprisingly calm, she closed her eyes and waited.
Without her eyesight, her other senses suddenly felt heightened. She could hear the rustling of his clothes as he leaned in again, the warm breath as he lingered a second above the pulsing vein in her neck.

And then firstly his lips on her skin, sending shivers through her whole body, just a second before his fangs pierced her skin.

She was so completely attuned to her senses feeling every little detail, that the sudden pain shot through her like red hot coal. Her eyes sprang open, and her lips parted in a silent scream. Unable to stay on her feet she instinctly grabbed hold of the vampire to steady herself.

As he drew out her blood, the pain seemed to ease slightly, her vision going blurry. Her grip slowly loosened until she went limp in his arms. The vampire drew away from her letting her fall to the floor. He turned away licking his crimson lips. There were small splotches of blood on his torso.

She was weird that one. He could still hear her heartbeat, it was slow and unsteady. He entered the bathroom. Well, if she was still alive when he was done with his shower, he would consider feeding her some of his blood. He had tasted better, but she was not bad, not bad at all.

Will slowly came to, and realized she was drinking something. She coughed and nearly choked on the thick liquid as she took in a deep breath. The source was removed from her mouth, and she rolled onto her side, as a new coughing fit hit her.

When she was finally able to breathe again she saw the vampire walking over to the bed his hair was wet. She hoisted herself onto an elbow, and realized that she wasn't hurting anymore, she only felt slightly light-headed.

"Mr. vampire?"

He looked at her annoyed, and she shrank a little. "Sorry, I just don't know your name," she mumbled, too low for the human ear to hear. The fear that had left her when she realized he was a vampire, started sneaking back into her.
She didn't think that he would hear her, she just hoped she hadn't pissed him off.

"Elijah."

He laid down on the bed not saying anymore.

Will dropped her head to the floor, as the fatigue hit her. Laying sprawled on the floor she fell asleep.

So, should I continue the story? And if you think so do you have any preferences/ideas?

please let me know, I don't mind constructive critisism...

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