Hello! This is my first fanfiction, please read and review. I would really appreciate all the reviews :)
WARNING: dark themes
I don't own anything, everything is Rachel Caine's
The music was shaking the earth. My heart was beating a hundred times a minute. I looked up at the big mansion that was standing over me. I took a deep breath.
"We don't have to go if you don't want to." Shane spoke quietly against my hair. My palm felt sweaty in his. I fidgeted with the hem of the short black dress I was wearing.
"Uh..no. I...uh..." I took a deep breath. "I'm fine." I nodded, trying to reassure myself as well as Shane. Eve and Michael had already gone in. I made Shane stay with me for a little longer as I tried to get a hold of myself.
"Claire." Shane stepped in front of me. "You seriously don't have to do this. We can just go home and wait for Eve and Michael to come home to celebrate her birthday together. I know how you hate parties."
"I'm fine. If Eve wants to celebrate her birthday here then I will be here." Then I went into the party holding on tightly to Shane.
The place was packed wall to wall with people. I quickly leaned over to Shane and place my mouth right next to his ear so he could hear me.
"Let's go into the kitchen."
Luckily, he heard me and pulled me through a series a hallways - this place was huge - until we finally ended up in the kitchen. The song that was playing was slower which meant softer and I could finally hear myself think, plus the kitchen was surrounded by walls and far away from the living room so the music was very muffled. There was a few people getting drinks and talking in the kitchen and it smelled like smoke. Where were Eve and Michael? How hard was it to find a vampire and a goth girl in the middle of normal strangers?
"Water?" Shane asked me. I nodded and leaned against the counter. Shane squeezed my hand then disappeared around the corner looking for a water and probably a beer for him. I turned around and looked at what was on the counter. A few red cups, a cigarette bud or a joint, who knows, a package of crackers and a bowl of something white. I cringed a little right when someone tapped my on the shoulder. I barely felt it because of the cringe. I turned around. It was guy, a little bit taller than me. He had black hair and insanely blue eyes. He looked mid-twenties.
"Hi." I said awkwardly. "Can I help you?"
"Oh yeah, you're boyfriend wanted me to give this to you. He got stopped by some of his friends or something." The guy shrugged and handed me the water.
"Uh..Thanks. Was it a blonde guy and a really pale girl?" I asked. I opened the water, taking a sip.
"Yeah." The guy nodded and took a sip from the red cup he was holding. "I'm Warner, by the way."
"Claire." I took another sip. I was suddenly really thirsty. "Well I should go find my boyfriend." I took a step away from the counter and suddenly felt dizzy. I looked at the ground which was spinning which made me even more dizzier.
"Woah, hey there" Warners arms were around my waist now lifting me up. I quickly wiggled out if them, they felt cold and strong and weird. I leaned against the counter again, grabbing onto it tightly for support. I felt a beat of sweat roll down my forehead, I quickly wiped it away. I looked around. No sign of Shane. Or anyone I knew. Or anyone. The kitchen was now empty except for Warner and me. I grabbed my water, needing a drink, and drank practically the whole thing. Wait...was this water sealed? I quickly dropped it which made a loud noise that hurt my ears. I felt even more dizzier from drinking the whole water and felt forward landing right into Warner which made me laugh. Why did I laugh?
"Ok" Warner laughed. "Let's get you out if here."
"Where's Shane." I slowly turned my head side to side as Warner put my arm around his neck and we walked out of the kitchen down a hall.
"Shane left. I told him and your friends to go home and you'll be back in the morning."
What? I could barely understand him. We were still walking.
"Why does my tongue feel heavy?" I asked. Why did I ask a question like that? Warner laughed at that.
"Don't worry. It'll go back to normal soon." We finally stopped walking. He opened a door and we walked inside quickly locking the door behind us. We were in a bedroom. The walls were dark blue and the bed was huge right in the middle with white sheets. It was a weird set up. I think deep down I was freaking out but I couldn't think straight. Warner let go out me and I leaned up against the wall. I suddenly felt tired. Warner stood in front of me and looked at me.
"What are you looking at?" I asked.
"You. You're beautiful." Warner said. I stood up straight, swallowing. Fear rose up inside me. "You know, Claire Danvers. You're one hell of a girl. So strong, beautiful, brave, courageous." Warner was closer now, his hand against my cheek. The music was pounding against the wall. "Let's change that now."
"Wait wh-" I started but it was to late.
"You're going to be with me now. You're going to be mine." Warner spoke to me, staring into my eyes.
"I'm going to be yours." I simply said. What the hell was I saying. I was practically screaming inside now.
"You're gonna be my bad girl now, right Claire?" He ran his finger down my cheek.
"Yes." I felt dizzy. He smiled at this and that's when I saw them. His fangs. He was a vampire. I gasped suddenly and backed as far away as I could.
"No, sh sh sh." He shook his head, placing his hands on my cheeks. "It's okay. You're not afraid."
"I'm not?" I swallowed, the fear was dissapearing.
"No, you're not."
"Okay."
"Kiss me Claire." He said. I did. I leaned forward, pressing my lips against his. It was a weird kiss, it didn't feel right but on the other hand it did. He wrapped his strong hands around my small waist and pushed me up against the wall. I suddenly became more relaxed even though I still felt insanely dizzy. He kissed rough, the little stubble on his cheeks were rough against my soft ones. He smelled and tasted like smoke. It was gross but for some reason I didn't care. He quickly turned me around, quicker than any human. I was again slammed into the wall, but it didn't hurt for some reason but I couldn't think. I placed my hands and forehead against the cold wall. Warner ran his freezing hands down my arms, it made me shiver. Slowly, he slip down a strap on my dress, I barely felt it, my mind was barely there. I felt him get closer then I felt his lips behind my ear, down my neck, down my shoulder. I closed my eyes and moaned softly. Suddenly, I felt his fangs graze my untouched scar free skin on my back. Then there was a sudden piercing feeling then pure bliss. It went on for a few moments then I was turned around against and lips were pressed to mine. Warner looked at me, his blue eyes piercing mine. He took my hand and led me to the bed. I looked back for a split second on saw a small smear of blood on the wall, from where he had bit me.
