I would like to say that Jeaniene Frost is an amazing person and I only borrowed a few characters. I would also like to point out that the narrator is not Jeaniene's Cat. This is also my very first fanfiction so please I want reviews.
I stood watching the man facing me cut his palm. When he finished, he grabbed my wrist with his bleeding hand. "By my blood, you are my wife. Now do as I did," he commanded.
I surveyed my bloodied wrist and then my palm. This is going to hurt so I might as well back out.
He handed me the knife still red from his blood and I just about bailed on the idea. "You know this is the best way. It's the only way he won't be able to turn you into a whore. The only way I can protect you," he reminded me.
Well now what was I suppose to do? I don't want to be some man-whore vampire's whore. Okay that sounded weird.
… If I don't do this, my mom would be vulnerable. And my grandparents will be harmed. No. I can't do that to them especially my mom. No. Okay, stay calm. Maybe there's another way. "Gregor, do I have to cut my palm? Can't I just prick one of my fingers?"
"No, now here," he answered.
I know I should have sliced my palm, but it's going to really hurt. I gave my palm another examination and then gave the knife Gregor handed me a pointed look.
"What are you waiting for? Every minute you hesitate is another minute he gets closer," Gregor spat.
I closed my eyes and chanted, "Okay. It won't hurt. It won't hurt." I opened my eyes and gave my almost flawless palm a last look. Slowly, I raised my hand, the one with the knife, up. The tip of the cool blade slowly touched my palm and I could feel Gregor's blood drip onto my palm. I pressed the blade down as I chanted, "It won't hurt. It won't hurt."
Just as I felt a tingle in my hand signaling the piercing of my skin, a body flew pass me. I look up at Gregor and saw his face redden. At the same time I felt a presence behind me.
"Hello mate. I see you're not glad we dropped by. Well I can't remedy that now can I?" a voice with a British accent said.
"Catherine, come over here," Gregor commanded.
I started to walk over to him, but the man at my back made a tsk tsk sound and I froze in my tracks.
"You don't want to do that luv. After all you didn't seem like the happy bride just now. Glad I stopped by?"
Because the question was asked of me, I glance up at him and froze yet again. This vampire is gorgeous. All chiseled features. Add to that white hair and… well, words couldn't describe how beautiful he is. I was transfixed by his beauty yet I forced my gaze away.
"I'll take that as a yes, luv." Then he turned his attention back to Gregor.
"Get away from my wife," Gregor grated.
"She's not your wife yet. No blood on your wrist. And her palm is flawless—
"She is my wife. Look at the blood on the blade. Mine and hers. My blood healed her palm before you got here," he lied.
"You lie, Gregor," says another person behind me. "She was never meant to be yours and she will never be."
"She is mine. Ask her," Gregor contested.
"Don't bother with it mate. We know there has not been a marriage this night. Right, luv?" Just as swiftly, I became his interest again.
I looked away which immensely amused the vampire by my side because he started laughing. He had a beautiful laugh, musical even.
"Now you see, she hasn't said anything on the matter. Looks like she's not your wife, Gregor."
"Catherine, that vampire behind you is Bones," Gregor informed me.
That shocked me into looking at Bones. This beautiful man is Bones No wonder he's a man-whore. No woman would deny that.
"Catherine, he's Bones," Gregor repeated. That was when I stepped back. This is the man who was going to turn me into his prostitute, the danger to my mom and grandparents.
"He's my husband," I stated. I started to move further away, but Bones stepped closer. "Stay where you are," I said. In response, he just smiled a sexy, satisfied smile and continued to follow me as I backed up.
"She thinks you are a danger to her and her family. Gregor told her you will make her your slave," the other vampire said.
Bones stopped advancing towards me and gave the other vampire a look. "Why would he tell her such a thing grandsire?"
"To make her believe him and for her to lose her fate," the grand sire answered.
"Why would he do that? She's only a human," Bones asked.
"Not a human but a half-vampire, half-human destined for great power."
Wait… what? How did he know I was half-vampire? Who told him what Gregor told me? Must have been one of Gregor's men.
Bones turned towards me and started walking towards me again. I continued to back up this time with my hands up. "Stop," I repeated although his step never faltered. My heart began to beat faster and harder and I panicked. "I won't be your whore!"
He stopped then. "What?"
"I won't let you make me your whore," I reiterated.
"Another lie," Bones' grandsire informed Bones.
"My whore? Pet, I don't need a whore. Enough women in my bed to need one," he said with a smile.
What did he mean—oh. I couldn't stop the blush that scalded my face then. I was gazing at the ground, but I chanced a peek at him. Did he just trace his lower lip with his tongue? No no no. This is bad. He can't be hungry. No. This is so bad. I need to leave. Now.
Just as the thought crossed my mind, Bones started advancing towards me again. I backed up and up and up until the wall at my back halted me.
No no no. I have to leave. I have to leave. I waited until he was right in front of me then I pushed hard and ran. I mad sure to veer away from the vampire in the doorway. I was almost to the door when I was slammed to the floor and my vision blacked.