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Rated PG-13 for sexuality, vampire violence/blood, and language. Rating may go up.
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Chapter 1- Abducted
"I HATE YOU! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?" I shouted at my father, Gabriel through the door. I slammed it shut, leaving myself in the cold winter air with only a thin white dress on. He wouldn't come after me. His method of parenting was that if left to my own devices, I would come crawling back to him. Well, he was wrong.
A cold wind came through, making my body numb. I picked my way through the snow to the stables where my beloved Tynan was. When I opened the door, he greeted me with a whinny and snorted. Wispy clouds blew from his nostrils as he shook his long overgrown mane.
"We are going for a ride, Tynan," I said as I grabbed for a bridle and saddle. Upon seeing the bridle, he whinnied and pranced in place, his eyes dancing. He loved to run in the snow.
The saddle that I had chosen was not one of my favorites; it was a side saddle that had belonged to my mother. But I couldn't ride astride in a dress, and Tynan always enjoyed a little variety. I tacked him up and led him out into the snow. He danced behind me, half-rearing as I led him to the mounting block. I stroked his neck tenderly and mounted, sitting perfectly balanced in the antique saddle. He quivered under my weight but didn't move.
Just then, I heard my father open the door to the house. "Isabelle?" He cried. Without a moment's hesitation, I nudged Tynan in the ribs and we were gone, racing down the snow-covered trail. Tynan shook his dark head and raised it high, his eyes alert and bright. I gave him the bit and sat quietly, letting the horse's fluid movement rock me into a false sense of security.
We galloped hard, past the old mill, beyond the frozen river, and over the grassy plain that in the summer was covered with daisies. It was then I realized that we were well outside of Budapest and lost in an evergreen forest. I slowed Tynan to a walk and considered going back. Gabriel would be angry, but he would accept me back into his house with no questions asked. But I didn't want his pity, or his overabundant understanding. So we kept on going until it grew dark and I could barely see farther than between Tynan's ears. The air turned bitterly cold and I shivered. Tynan's muscles were tense and he was treading carefully, like one missed step would lead us to our deaths. I laid my head down on his neck and savored the minimal amount of warmth that was there. My eyes drifted and I was about to fall asleep when I heard a low, blood curling cry. A wolf.
I sat up instantly and reined Tynan into my hand. His eyes were wild with fright and he reared up, ignoring my pleas for him to stay on all fours. Out of the woods came a huge pack of wolves, their mouths drooling with hunger. Tynan screamed and pawed the air. He lashed his teeth out at them; daring them to get closer. The Alpha wolf, a beautiful male with ivory fur approached, his fangs bared and his lips curled. I tried to turn Tynan in the opposite direction so we could flee, but the pack formed a circle around us, blocking any hope of escape. Tynan started to buck and lash out from all sides; his flanks were already dripping with sweat. He hit a female square in the jaw with one hind foot. She was thrown into a tree and did not stir again. The other wolves, angered at their loss, closed in. I shut my eyes and prayed that the end would come quickly.
The sudden flap of wings startled me. I looked up to see a huge bat, almost the size of my house, swooping down from the moonless sky. I screamed and covered my eyes, but the bat-like creature picked both Tynan and I up effortlessly, leaving a hungry pack of wolves howling in despair. I could feel drowsiness overwhelming me and my eyes rolled back into my head. The last thing I remembered was the vicious beating of the bat's wings as he rose higher into the air.