Okay so here's the deal, I re-uploaded this chapter because it needed major editing. I still might go through this and fix it up some more, but for now this is good.

It's partly my fault because I should of had this edited waaaaay before I posted the chapter up. Please bear with me considering I'm new to fan fiction and writing stories.

Anyways, I want to give special thanks to the most AMAZING beta-reader in the whole freakin world! xxdarknessxfallsxx! She's great!

I'm telling you this chick is pretty busy all the time. From what I know anyways.

Still, she takes her precious time to help edit and give me feedback on my stories!

You are pure awesomeness. =3

~Dearcupcake~

The air felt wet and musty as I walked out of the empty restaurant. Causally turning around, I jammed the keys into the door, ensuring the place was locked. The workday was long and strenuous. I hated night shifts, and even worse was the acrid smell of cigar smoke and alcohol that clung to my clothes. I had been working this job for only three weeks and I already smelled like an ashtray.

Like I had a choice.

I lived alone and barley managed to pay my collage bills. This was the only opportunity given to me, and I was more than grateful to accept it, even if it meant hanging around dingy men who barley gave tips. The restaurant wasn't very classy, either. The bar table and stools needed a major upgrade away from the sixties, and the decorative paper that lined the walls was stained with dirty breath and sleazy lies.

I pulled my soft, ebony curls into a a bun and proceeded to walk over to my car. My very beat up car.

The cold air brushed across my thin shirt, and caused me to shiver. Oddly enough, here in Verington, the temperature always felt cold. Year round, the weather never failed or surprised me.

I opened my car door and climbed inside, then adjusted my seat. I was ready to go home, take a hot steamy bath, and enjoy a good nights sleep.

And sweet muffins, it was my day off tomorrow. I was delighted at the thought.

Starting the engine, I let the car sit there for a while so the air inside could warm.

My gray eyes stared blankly ahead. Night looked thick; no one could be seen, and no doubt normal people were snuggled up in their warm beds.

I never really felt afraid to go out at night. In fact, the setting was comfortable here, but that could probably be because I lived here all my life. Verington was a nice, little town with a few people. The crime rate was actually pretty low, considering the occasional drunks that roamed the streets every now and then. Good schools, friendly people and pleasantly peaceful.

What a life. Really.

Satisfied with the toasty temperature of my air, I decided it was time to go home and get some bunny slippers on.

Oh joy.

I shuddered as the hot water touched my cold body.

Clearly enjoying the moment, I slid my whole body deeper so the water stopped comfortably at my neck. I could spend hours in this slick container if I let myself.

From outside, I could hear the rain begin to trickle softly on my rooftop. Rain, its sound and feeling, how I loved it. Here I lay, in my bath enjoying the sound of beautiful rain and sweet tranquility. For the most, part living on my own way always nice. I never had to worry about someone invading my privacy or going through my stuff. Even better was the fact that I could study here without any distractions. Sometimes I would even break out the old violin that I had in my closet and play the tune scripted in my mind.

No noise. No people. Just me.

I wasn't exactly that good at playing the violin but I enjoyed the feeling of just being able to express and compose my own music that came to my heart.

I closed my eyes and dosed off, submerging myself lower, just above below nose level. Sleeping in here didn't sound so bad at the moment. The rain, the warmth, the peace. I could just drift of to sleep. That was until...

'Zzzzz' 'Zzzzz' "Zzzzz'

My phone went off, so I suddenly jumped and sent water flying everywhere.

"Son of a-" I cut myself off and let my mind absorb my surroundings. The vibrating phone re-caught my attention after the shock passed.

Annoyed, I snatched my cell phone.

'You have 1 new text message'

"Goodness, at one in the morning? Get a life." I clicked to view it.

"I have to say, you do look captivating when you're naked."

Puzzled by the the text, I wrote back.

"Wrong number, sorry."

I felt somewhat embarrassed for the person. Who sends that at one in the morning? Probably some late-night party fun.

Seconds after replying to the text, my phone vibrated again. I ignored it; probably read something along the lines of "oh sorry."

Already disturbed and unable to get back to that peaceful state of mind, I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my body. Quickly, I ran out of the bathroom dripping wet and tossed on the first night gown I could find. Then, I reached into my drawer and pulled out a comb, and brushed smoothly through my tangles, while observing myself in the mirror.

My face seemed to glow, and my cheeks flushed lightly.

High cheek bones... and decent lips from what I could judge.

However, small dark circles were evident under my eyes, indicating a lack of sleep. I wasn't the most beautiful girl in the world, but I certainly wasn't horrible.

I couldn't even think about something good to say for my personality.

'Well let me think...I'm clumsy, lazy, stubborn, I daydream to much and I'm pretty much an average eighteen-year-old girl.' I smiled. I would be nineteen in just a few months. Good job. I'm still alive.

Yawning, I flung myself lazily on my velvet purple bed.

Then I remembered I had forgotten my cell phone.

'Crap. Now I have to get up.'

I reluctantly pulled myself out of bed and snatched the phone from the bathroom counter.

I flipped it open.

'You have 1 new text message'

"Didn't see that one coming," I grumbled at the obvious notification.

I was tempted to click 'delete' knowing it was the one I had received earlier, but decided I'd read it anyways.

"I don't make mistakes, Victoria."

I frowned as a creeping feeling ran up the back of my neck. Who was this person anyways? I hastily clicked to reply.

"I dont know what ur-"

Out of nowhere, before I could finish, a chilling, strong hand clamped over my mouth. I tried, but could barley scream. The room spun as the panic took over.

Who the hell was this?

"Hello, Princess," a dark male voice purred.

'Oh hell no. Please no!' I panicked.

This could not be happening to me. Right now. In my apartment. At night. Alone.

However, I knew it was real. How could it not be? I mean, I felt his unmistakably cold hand on my mouth, and now another ran around my waist.

I needed to focus.

'Fight!'

I struggled to break free; I was not willing to accept the fact that at any moment, he could hurt me, or even worse... rape me.

I couldn't move while his grip remained firm and anchored. My attacker pulled me back into my bed, where his body buckled me down firmly.

I screamed loudly against him.

"Shut up," he breathed.

I kicked, I bit, I yelled and fought with every ounce of energy in me. I would not let let him win!

But he was so strong. What was he made of, iron?

"Your struggling is futile," he spat. The attacker firmed his grip on my hands and used his legs to hold mine down.

Determined and not phased by his words, I continued thrashing.

Clearly losing his patience with me, he removed his hand from my mouth and flipped me over, pinning both hands, each next to my head. His unusually cold, crimson red eyes now faced mine for the first time. They looked at me without emotion. He was like nothing I had ever seen in my life. So pale, flawless, youthful... everything I wouldn't expect from the dark voice I heard earlier.

Taking in his features paused my side of the battle with the attacker, so he stole the opportunity to lower his head down to my face, so his lips brushed against mine.

"You know," he suggested, "you would make a lovely slave." I didn't reply. What could I say that wouldn't secure my fate? "So, you're done fighting?" He smirked and his hot breath could be felt on my face.

I felt sacred to death. Hell, this guy was going to actually rape me! This realization didn't take hold until my mind processed the impossibility of my escape. I knew what was coming, and I wanted to be passed it already.

"Just get it over with..." I barley whispered.

"Submissive, are we?" he remarked, as the smirk remained.

I closed my eyes. 'Just count to ten, Victoria...'

'One...two...three...four...five...'

Surprisingly, he let go of my hands. However, I didn't dare move. I was sure this man was perfectly capable of strangling me.

'Six...seven...eight...nine...'

"Good girl."

I opened my eyes to see only to find him observing me. His cold, carmine eyes sent goosebumps down my body.

What was he doing? Was he just going to sit there and stare at me?

Anger kindled within me.

That stupid dog was enjoying himself wasn't he?

"You mortals are so stubborn," he spoke. "They never quite understand what it means to be obedient."

'Mortals?' I thought, the anger and confusion flourishing. His icy finger casually stroked my collarbone. I flinched, taken aback by this gesture.

"But you seem like you've got the hang of it don't you?" He smiled.

"Shut up!" I finally snapped. "Just get it over with, whatever you want from me, just take it and leave!" I spat.

His eyes stared at mine with amusement. "So impatient," he growled. "Wait your turn."

I was about ready to tear his eyeballs from their holes in his skull. Fear, unfortunately, was the only thing holding me back from doing so.

Suddenly, he brought his mouth down and began to graze on my neck lightly. My heart rate increased dramatically. I felt like I was going to explode!

"Mmm," he breathed.

A sick foreboding flushed over my skin whenever he touched. I forced my eyes shut.

'One...two...three...'

I could feel the wetness on my neck as he began to push his tongue roughly against it.

"No," I whimpered slightly, and yanked my left hand up to stop him.

Without looking up, he caught it and pinned it back into place.

'How did he...?'

"Tell me, Victoria...what do you think about vampires?" he asked.

'How does he know my name?' There were a lot of questions concerning him.

"V...vampires?" I stuttered, still aware that his lips were pressed to my neck. Why was he asking me about vampires?

"Mm hmm," he sounded in response.

There was a long pause between us, and it wasn't because I was thinking about the question. My mind could barely process what was happening, much less what was said.

I managed a clever response of, "I...don't know."

His head snapped up to look at my face. His eyes burned into mine. Searching me, examining me, trying to figure me out.

It quickly faded and the smug look returned.

"Well, Victoria, let's give you a taste of what it feels like to be bitten...by a real vampire."

"Are you freaking kidding me?" Lucky me, I had to get attacked by the psycho guy, not a normal rapist who just wanted to cup-a-feel and be on his way.

He laughed darkly, his white fangs now evident. "No, I'm very serious..."

The sarcastic thoughts disappeared when I saw the points on those teeth. I couldn't even believe what he said to me, let alone those sharp fangs protruding out of his mouth. My fire faded and fear overtook me.

"No, please just let me live..." I begged.

"I'm letting you live," he said simply. "However, I can't think of a better way to introduce you to our beautiful little world." He paused. "Besides, you'll have to get used to it, considering you're coming with us," he smiled. (Who is 'us'?)

"Wh-where are you taking me...?" I asked.

"Slave trade... need I say more?"

Confusion swam in my eyes.

He sighed, "Vampire toy...servant...whatever you'd like to call it."

"Here?"

"Underground." he said.

"W-"

Before I could say anything more, he grabbed my hair roughly and pulled it back. I hissed at the pain, and I wanted to fight. I wanted to hurt him but he had the entire situation under his control with such ease.

"I think that's enough questions. I didn't come here to fill you in. I came here to finish my job."

I attempted to push him away again. He didn't budge.

"Scream, cry, yell...whatever helps you pass out," he said nonchalantly.

I was absolutely petrified. There was nothing I could do. I just had no choice but to endure it.

"Hurry," I begged.

"Don't worry. I won't."

'That bastard.'

Jerking me forward, he roughly sank his fangs into my flesh. I let out a painful shriek as I dug my fingernails into the bed. The pain at his penetration was almost unbearable. My body began to shake uncontrollably as hot tears streamed from my eyes. Why did it have to hurt so badly?

I didn't deserve this... No one in hell deserved this.

I started to cough violently. I couldn't find any air. I felt like thousands of needles had been shoved through my neck.

He slowly pulled his fangs back out. I could see red from the corner of my eye. Blood, and lots of it- soaked into my sheets, my clothes and my hair. My neck went numb.

He wiped his mouth with his sleeve. The lust of taking my blood filled his eyes to the rim. He looked at me drunkenly.

"Really, Victoria...I was planning to have more fun with you. However, I'm afraid we've run out of time."

I couldn't speak. The room looked hazy.

"See you when you wake up," he bid, and lightly kissed my forehead.

'I hope not...' is all I thought before I fell into darkness.

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