He threw me against the wall, and the impact made me grimace. I thought I heard a bone crack. He was very strong. Speaking of which, I squinted to get a better look at him. Just a boy. He looked about eighteen years old. His amber eyes glinted in the dark of the alley. He wore a black T-shirt and blue jeans. He looked like a normal teenager, but my mind instantly went back to Ellie and TVD.
I will just laugh in your face if some vampire attacks you and turns you! My best friend's voice rang in my head.
Oh my God, I thought in dismay. His flawless appearance, his immense strength... He's a vampire...
I backed up against the wall, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn't die. Not today. The vampire boy grinned at me. "Aw, little human scared? How cute." He lunged and sank his teeth into my shoulder, and I screamed from the horrible pain as I felt him sucking the blood out of me. But he didn't kill me. He wasn't done with me yet. I knew he wasn't.
That's when I started crying. "Please..." I croaked, my voice shaking. "Leave me alone..."
"Sshh..." He put a finger to my lips. "The fun just started. We can't stop now!"
I whimpered, wishing Ellie was here. She loved the vampire stuff. She would be ecstatic about it, no matter how horrifying.
The boy laughed, enjoying my whimpers and terrified expression. He grabbed my wrist roughly, and I winced from the pain of his immense vampire strength. His teeth sank into my arm, and I screamed hard. I couldn't take it. I just wanted to go home.
In the pain of it all, I tried to muster any courage I could, no matter how hopeless I knew it would turn out to to be. Ellie would be brave. Not whimpering and crying like a newborn baby.
I leaned forward quickly and sank my own teeth into his arm, very deep. Two can play at that game. I may not be a vampire, but I still had courage.
My bite didn't even faze him. He laughed and laughed my head back into the wall. I hit the wall hard because of his strength. I groaned. At least I tried.
"Naught naughty little child," he taunted, grinning. "And bad children have to be punished, don't they?"
I quickly shook my head. Oh God, please no... He was going to hurt me even more. He grabbed my wrist, pulling me up to my feet. I whimpered, bracing myself for the worst. He threw me against the other wall, so hard I fell to the ground.
The torture went on for what seemed like hours. I lay on the ground, barely able to keep my eyes open. Bite marks were visible all over my body, and a small pool of blood was forming beneath me. Time was running out. I was dying.
I probably only had minutes left.