~Chapter Two~
~Ashley~
When I woke up, I immediately knew I wasn't in my home anymore. For some reason, I wasn't as surprised as I should have been. I wasn't scared because I knew I'd be fine here. It was a strange feeling.
As I moved to get out of the large bed I was laying in, I was frozen in place by a voice, a very hypnotic voice.
"Stay where you are Ashley. No need to move quite yet."
And for some reason, I stayed put. Instead of getting up, I looked to my right, towards the doorway. The man who'd spoken was only a few feet away from me, smiling smugly. I saw no reason to be smug.
He was tall and fair-haired, handsome by anyone's standards. But his eyes where unsettling. I felt pretty calm until I looked him in the eyes. They were so light, from a distance, they looked white. As he moved closer to me, I could see the green tint in them. I shivered.
"Who are you and why am I here?" I was in a decent enough state of mind to ask him that.
"My name's Zahavi." I should have expected the exotic name. Nothing else would fit someone like him. "You're in my bed, but I'm sure you figured that out by now." He was being smart and I didn't like it. "I'm, sure you have more questions, but first, follow me." He turned back towards the door and began walking, like he expected me to follow. Of course, I did, but only because I had no other choice.
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, frowning, when my bare feet hit cold hardwood. I wished I had my boots. Kidnappers don't think about things like that, but I was kind of pissed at having to walk barefoot. Of all the things I could have been pissed about…
Zahavi led me down a long hallway and into another room. I took the time to notice how expensive what I'd seen of his house looked. I wasn't surprised.
He pointed to a high-backed chair in the middle of the room and I sat. There was a fire burning in the fireplace just across from me and warmed my cold skin. I only had on basketball shorts and a Michael Jackson tee.
"I'm guessing you want to know why I took you from your home."
"Yes, very much so."
"Well, I need you. I'm debating whether to tell you why I need you now, or wait until later." His tone was condescending. It pissed me off.
"I think now works." I rolled my eyes and shook my head. This was stupid and I wanted to go home. I knew it'd be useless to try and escape. He'd catch me, easy. That left only one other choice: Wait until Zahavi decided it was time to let me go. I had a feeling that wouldn't be for a long time.
He chuckled and walked so he was standing in front on me. He was just a shadow in front of the glow of the fire. "I'm a Blood Incubus. You know them as vampires. I need your blood. It's that simple."
Okay, he was lying. He was totally lying. "You're not." I shook my head again, refusing to believe it.
"I am." He grinned menacingly and a set of sharp fangs jutted out of his mouth, pushing against his bottom lip slightly. I flinched back. That was a normal reaction, at least. So far I had been too calm for a kidnap victim.
"But…why do you need my blood. There's nothing special about me."
"That's what you think. You are special. You've never had a blood transfusion, right, Ashley?"
"Right." I couldn't even see where this was headed. I knew I wasn't going to like it, though.
"Any other blood type besides your own would kill you. Even the universal. You have what the Incubi call Nigrum Sanguinem; Black Blood. If I drink you blood, if you give it to me, I'll be the strongest Incubus to live this century."
"Why only this century?" I was going to get the full story, one way or another. It was obvious he only wanted to tell em what he thought I needed to know.
"Only one person like you is born every century. You crossed between 2, so you're extra special, wouldn't you say?" He smirked. I fought the urge to punch him right in the mouth. It took about 10 minutes for me to realize he was a totally ass, a surprisingly long amount of time.
"And if I don't give it to you?" I bet he thought I missed that.
"You stay here until you do. Simple, right?"
'This is bullshit', I thought, rubbing my temples. I had too much to worry about right now. I bet Andy was freaking out right now. My friends and family were freaking out. This was most certainly not something I could just tell them. "Hey, guys, I was kidnapped by a vampire, I have special blood and I gave it to him so he can go do evil vampire things." That would work out so well.
"I'm not giving you my blood, so you might as well let me go home."
He chuckled and rose from the chair. "We'll see." He offered me his hand. There was no way in Hell I was touching him. I got up by myself. "Come on, I bet you're hungry. I know I am." He chuckled. I shivered, but followed him out of the elaborate room.