A/N: I'm writing this right now because it's 6 AM and I just pulled an all-nighter and for some reason that's when I write my best horror. I'm really not sure if I should make it totally horror-fest and just a few glimpses of "good" or what. When I first started working on this story, it was going to be this sappy, cliché love story and then I realized how dumb it was and if it was like that, my MC would sound like a total Mary Sue. Also, I got some inspiration from a certain video game I want, but I know my parents would never let me have (Alice: Madness Returns). A way I get my creep on – creep as in scary, not perverted…Or do I? – is by watching the trailers for that game on YT. Believe me, it works O_o

"Shut up, or I'll kill you," he growled, dragging me out the front door; not towards the stairs as I'd originally thought.

I listened.

It wasn't like I could do anything, either. My captor held me so that my arms were pinned at my sides, and I couldn't concentrate long enough to move anything without my hands as reinforcement.

He's going to kill me.

Stupid, sappy, unrealistic vampire romances about gorgeous vampires that want nothing more than to protect and love their human soul mates. What a bunch of shit.

Then again, the idea of vampires isn't too realistic, so it'd be rather difficult to make it seem that way. But at least some people got the right idea.

You know what, why am I having a debate about the ridiculous when I'm about to die?

He dropped his hold from my body, giving me a look that clearly said move and I'll kill you…slowly.

I noticed that he'd dragged me to a shady spot across the street from my house, stationed under an occasionally flickering streetlight.

He pulled a cell phone from his pocket and dialed a number. They answered immediately.

"Habeo uirginem adepto vestri huc asinos," he barked into the speaker.

Honestly, I had no idea what he was saying – or what language he was speaking – but I doubted I wanted to know.

The buzzing noise coming from the streetlight obscured the other person's words.

"Quid istuc 'nescioquid agere'? Nihil ad stupri possumus!" He shouted, making me jump.

My sudden movement seemed to catch his eye.

He smiled, "Certe puto aliquid agere cum…" he looked me up and down, like he was undressing me with his eyes.

I shuddered.

He snapped the phone shut, and placed it in his pocket again, slowly strolling over to me.

Then I noticed his eyes.

They weren't the haunting black I'd been so terrified of before. Instead they were the chilling violet I'd seen lodged into the dark figure in my bedroom.

"You…You aren't-"

"Your little vampire boyfriend? Nope," he smiled, flashing a sharp-toothed grin.

Slowly, his appearance began to shift, becoming undefined at the edges, and his body began bulging unnaturally. I heard the cracks and pops of his bones, twisting and reshaping themselves.

I gasped.

The dark figure appeared before me, reaching out to take hold of my chin gently.

"Though, if I'm going to have to pass the time with a pretty thing like you, you're little boyfriend might become rather irate," he smiled, the horrid grin stretching all the way to his ears – literally.

"He's not my boyfriend, and what's that supposed to mean?" I spat.

"I think you know what that means, bella puella," he whispered, drawing his gruesome face ever nearer.

I aimed a kick at his shin, pleased with the sharp intake of breath that followed, as his hold dropped from my chin, and sprinted down the street. It would probably be considered more sensible to take refuge inside my house, but I couldn't exactly do that with a murderous vampire inside. And once I ran inside screaming, like an idiotic girl in a horror movie, I'd end up cornered by whatever-the-hell-that-thing-was.

I'd only gotten about 4 steps when I was yanked back from behind.

Their grip twisted into my hair, causing me to cry out in pain. I was thrown against a wall, my body pressed painfully against the cold brick.

"I think someone needs to teach you how to behave," he hissed into my ear, pressing the side of my face even harder into the unyielding stone. His hand reached under my shirt, traveling upwards.

I clamped my eyes shut.

There was a sudden gust of wind, followed by a thud and a grunt, as the shadow's hold on my body was torn away.

My eyes flew open, and the sight before me was comforting, yet frightening.

The strange vampire – whose name I still didn't know – was currently squaring off with the dark figure that had kidnapped me moments before.

It didn't last long, however. The shadow's power was clearly less than of my vampire's, and he couldn't fend him off when he advanced.

I wasn't prepared for the display of violence that unearthed before me, but surprisingly, I found it rather interesting instead of sickening.

My vampire lunged at the silhouette, snapping two teeth from its horrid mouth. The figure howled in fury, taking a swipe at my vampire with its suddenly lengthened claws.

My vampire neatly dodged the attack, gripping the fangs in his hands like knives and bringing them down, gouging deep into the monster's eyes. The creature let out a gruesome shriek that was not human in the slightest. Blood spurted from the identical wounds, landing on a nearby bush and burning it, like acid.

With that done, my vampire punched his fist through its throat, and ripped out something long and pink. Its esophagus.

The thing lay, sputtering and convulsing. After about a minute, it fell silent, and laid still. Immediately, it burst into flame, exploding into a puff of black smoke.

My vampire watched the entire event with hate-filled eyes, and kicked up the cloud of the dust that was left behind.

"Pigaínete píso stin kólasi, maláka," he snarled, causing me to cringe, just from the sheer hostility in his tone.

Then, he turned to face me.

He said nothing, just stared at me blankly.

Wait. If he'd been so bent on killing me before, why had he just saved me?

So he could do it himself.

Before I could form another thought, he had pinned my hands above my head with one of his, and clamped his other over my mouth.

I moved my leg to knee him there, but he blocked it with his own leg.

"Before you begin your assault, I'd like to get one thing straight – I'm not going to kill you."

I scoffed. Yeah, because he'd really proved that earlier. "Then what the fuck was that in my room before?" It was obvious I was pissed now, because I kept cursing.

He smirked, "That was me proving you do possess more Power than you let on. I had no intention of harming you," he frowned, "But then you had to go and get yourself kidnapped."

"Ok, I'm not going to attack you," I replied calmly.

His eyes bored into mine for a moment, then he dropped his hold on me and took a step back.

With all the force I could manage, I slapped him.

"You asshole! How dare you do something like that just to prove a point!" I fumed, hoping my strike had hurt as much as I wanted it to.

His head turned back to face me, and his eyes were darker than I'd ever seen them, if that was possible.

My eyes went wide.

Oh, shit.

I turned and bolted towards my house as fast as I could. I don't know why I thought my house was a good place to run to now, but I did.

I bounded up the stairs, not bothering to even close the front door – stupid – and raced to my bedroom.

Before I made it, I was thrown back against the wall.

This was becoming a bit of a regular occurrence wasn't it?

He held me in the position I'd just been in, and I yielded, all the adrenaline in my body having evaporated.

"I'd appreciate it if you refrained from inducing me to harm you," he hissed menacingly.

I nodded, unable to find my voice.

"Though, if you're into that sort of thing, I suppose we could come to an understanding," he added mockingly.

I glared at his irritating amusement, glad my arms were pinned above my head so I couldn't do anything rash.

"If that's some sick fantasy of yours, I'm letting you know now that I'm not interested," I responded coldly.

He smirked, pressing into me and bringing his perfect face even closer. "Are you sure that's how you really feel?"

Odd enough, I found myself doubting my own thoughts, and wondering if that was how I felt. And if I was being honest with myself, I was a little turned on right now.

Ironically, I could tell he was, too.

"I don't know. But I must ask if you're a sadist, considering the fact that you have a problem while you're currently restraining me," I countered with an innocent smile.

"Would you like to experience the extent of my…problem?" he asked, his tone making the words pleasant rather than revolting.

"What if I do?" I bluffed, hoping for an interesting reaction.

"Then perhaps you'll have to be punished," he gathered me into his arms bridal style as he spoke, whisking me into my room.

I didn't have enough time to wonder what he was doing before he was hovering over me on my bed.

My eyes widened.

"No, I-I wasn't serious," I stammered, blushing crimson.

He pretended to gasp. "Lying is a very, very naughty thing to do. How can you expect me to not teach you how to behave?"

"Please tell me you're joking."

"Yeah, pretty much," his voice came from across the room now.

I noted the absence of his warmth, and sat up. He was reclining in my purple chair, the image of relaxation.

"So you did all that just for shit and giggles?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Yeah. It's pretty fun to be a dick," he smiled sarcastically.

I smiled in spite of myself, and replayed everything that had happened tonight in my mind.

"How do you know my name anyway?" the curiosity in my voice was not masked in the slightest.

He was silent a bit longer than necessary. "That's not important."

I was pretty sure it was, but he probably wasn't going to tell me. Not for a while anyway.

"Hmm. Well am I allowed to know your name, or is that a secret, too?"

He deliberated. "No."

I was abruptly infuriated. "Why not? Am I too untrustworthy to be acquainted with such classified information as a name!" I shrieked.

He gaped at me, with a very calm the hell down expression. "Relax; I was just messing with you."

I paused. "What would you do if I slapped you right now?" I asked in my most controlled voice.

His gaze darkened again, and he frowned, "Don't try it."

A heavy silence hung in the air.

"Well, since you were joking," I spat the word, "Would you tell me your name now?"

He smirked in that irritating way again, "Alexander."

Well, it sounded like a vampire name.

I was suddenly very aware or my surroundings, and who I was talking to.

"Um, since we seem to not be…fighting…anymore, can I ask you some questions?" I inquired timidly.

"You can ask, but I can't promise to answer them," he flashed an annoying smile.

I figured that was probably the best I was going to get.

"What was that thing that kidnapped me?"

"A demon," he replied calmly.

A demon? Damn.

"Why was it after me?"

He was silent for a moment. "I'm not sure. I have a theory it has something to do with your…aura."

"My aura?"

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Yes, your aura. It's quite…attractive…to other beings, such as demons."

"How?"

"Well, like I've said several times, you possess a large amount of Power, which is like a huge blip on a radar to other entities," he explained.

"Then why hasn't anything like this happened before? I've had…Power for a long time now."

"Probably because you're an angst-ridden teen, so everything is more enhanced," he smirked, "and I caught a wave of something rather dark coming off of you earlier," he looked fixedly at me.

I remembered my interest in his rather brutal attack on the demon who had abducted me.

"Probably just me being pissed off," I shrugged. "So why did you kill it anyway…like that?"

"It hurt you," he snarled, "and it was planning on doing more…"

I was reminded of my near assault against the cold brick, and shuddered.

I moved across the room, so I was directly in front of him. "Thank you," I whispered, "for saving me."

He shrugged, and looked away from my sheepish gaze.

"So…um…does your body have…?" I trailed off, averting my gaze when his searching eyes bored into me.

"Does my body have what?" he asked me in a mocking voice.

"…Blood. Like, do you have a heartbeat and stuff?" I mumbled.

"Why?" he asked, not expecting my question.

"Well, you had a…thing…earlier…" I trailed off. What I meant was that earlier he'd had a hard-on, but how could I say anything about that? It's just so damn awkward.

His expression was perplexed, but dawned recognition after a few seconds.

"Oh, 'cause I was hard earlier, you're wondering if I have blood in my body," he asserted calmly, "I do actually, and I have a heartbeat."

"But you're a vampire. Aren't you supposed to be…dead?"

"Yes, we're supposed to be, but we're not. Becoming a vampire puts one into more of a state of…suspended animation," he smiled crookedly, "We're still very much alive."

"…Can I…touch you?" I asked meekly.

He raised an eyebrow, forming my words as an innuendo in his mind. "Sure."

I slowly stretched a shaking hand towards him, my eyes never leaving his.

I placed my palm against his chest, searching for the familiar beat of a heart. I felt it almost instantly, and its accustomed sensation comforted me.

"You're so warm," I approved, blushing when I realized what I'd said.

"Shocking, isn't it?" he replied sarcastically.

"Well, what I meant is since you're a vampire I didn't really expect you to radiate body heat," I huffed. Wait, he'd just explained he was still technically living. "Wait, that was stupid, I mean-"

"I know very well what you mean," he interrupted, sparing me from further embarrassment. "Here, sit down," he began standing up.

"No, I'm fine," I attempted to push him back down, but he was stronger than me, so I had to use every ounce of my strength to move him.

When he complied, my body wasn't prepared for the shift, so I ended up falling forward into his lap.

I sprawled, disoriented, then became aware of my current situation. "Well, this is awkward," I muttered to myself. I figured he would probably start laughing at me, so I was surprised when he became concerned.

"Are you okay?" he gently gripped my shoulders, staring at me.

"Mhm, save for the fact I'm a klutz," I laughed awkwardly. "I'll get off you now."

"No, it's fine. Really."

"…Okay…" I drew out the word uncertainly.

He smirked again, "Besides, I bet you like sitting on my lap anyway."

Okay, now he's just being an asshole. "Not really, but you won't let me leave," I retorted, "And you might want to do something about your situation." I was referring to the erection I could currently feel against my body.

He snorted, "I could think of ways to get rid of it…" he murmured suggestively.

I shoved against his chest, "Ugh, you're such a pervert." I turned away from him.

"Only because it bothers you, and its fun to watch you when you're pissed."

I turned to face him. "Thanks, 'cause I really enjoy having my emotions toyed with."

He chuckled, "Hey, I'm kidding. Mostly. You just make it so easy to make fun of you," he smiled apologetically.

I sighed. I was being pretty temperamental lately.

"I have another question."

He threw his head back and moaned, piquing a feeling of lust inside me. I ignored it.

"If you have blood and everything, why do you need to drink it?"

He brought his head back up, but didn't look at me. "It's hard to explain…" he trailed off, searching for words. "Our bodies sort of…use up their blood supply, therefore it's always in need of replenishment," he explained.

"Oh," I responded lamely. "…Are you in need right now?"

He snapped his dark eyes towards me, "Why?"

"I don't know…just…curious…"

"No, I'm not in need at the moment, but I would like to know why you're just curious."

I shrugged, moving a section of my brown hair so it concealed my face from his probing gaze.

He tucked the hair behind my ear, sending an electrical charge throughout my body.

"Your eyes are lovely," he approved, causing me to blush. "I've never seen anyone with true violet eyes before."

"True violet?" I asked, his words raising my interest again.

"There's sometimes an occurrence where 'violet' eyes are created, but it's extremely rare and it's really more of a blue color that appears violet. It's actually considered impossible to have true violet eyes, but you have them."

It was true; I'd heard that the only way to attain true violet eyes was due to being albino, which I certainly wasn't.

We stared into each other's eyes in that cliché way you always see in chick flicks, right before the main characters kiss.

Oh well, my life was becoming more of a big cliché every minute.

My thought was confirmed as his lips crashed into mine.

A/N: Yeah, there's a lot of stuff that's pretty cliché, but I just kind of wanted it to happen :L I made the demon speak Latin, since when people get possessed in movies that's what they usually speak (my pathetic attempt at humor) and Alexander was speaking Greek because that's the origin of his name (and probably what I'll make his ethnicity). I'm pretty sure this chapter sucked, but who knows? You could always leave me a review and tell me what you think (;