Chapter 1

She was finally in a deep sleep. But, around 3 am, she heard something crash. She was a light sleeper during the night, making her eyes shoot open. She immediately slipped from her bed and peaked into the next room, the source of the crash. That was when a man who had on a black ski mask and was wielding a gun happened to be glaring right back at her. Her immediate thought that made her flee back to her room and towards her window was: Vampires don't need guns…or ski masks, right?

She knew he was right behind her as she opened her window and climbed out of it. That didn't stop him as he climbed through the window to chase her. She was running for the forest. She always felt the safest there. He didn't have good speed. He was no vampire. Unfortunately. If he was, she would stop right there in her tracks, not afraid. But man itself is to be feared more than an undead person. You at least already know the intentions of the undead. Dracula played in her mind. I vont to suck your blood!

She couldn't help but stifle a giggle as she continued to run for it, now getting lost in the trees. Panic is the number one factor in getting lost in these woods… She was warning herself to watch her path or she'll end up getting lost.

She was lost in her own thought, not realizing the man had caught up to her. He grasped onto her shoulders and she gasped as he threw her up against a large tree trunk.

"Be a good girl," he whispered heavily in her ear as he stuck his tongue in her ear, which made her cringe, "And don't scream."

She could feel the stinging of her own tears. He then flipped her so her back was pressed up against the tree. She managed to look directly into his eyes. She was not one who gave up that easily. He had her wrists held tightly in his big hand above her.

He is not as strong as a vampire…Do I sound obsessed or what? FOCUS! He doesn't have all that big strength. Ivy, you can defeat this guy.

She was brought to awareness with the cold gun against the left side of her head. But he was letting it slid away so he could UNZIP HIS PANTS?!

Oh no. No. No. No! NO! She was a virgin and planning on having supernatural sex with a hot vamp.

As his hands reached for her pj bottoms, it was then she began to wriggle and cry out. He pushed himself up against her, making sure she felt his erection hard on her thigh.

"Stop moving!" he said harshly in her ear.

"Go to hell!" she spat with venom.

It was then he took his gun and hit her across the face with the back of it. Luckily, she didn't begin to bleed. It would just turn out to be a very bad bruise.

She tried to knee him but no avail. She whimpered as he let her pj bottoms fall to the ground and all that remain were her undies. It was then she screamed, biting his hand as he tried to stop her. He took her and threw her to the ground. She tripped on her pants, not helping matters.

"You sick bastard! Get the fuck away from me!" she said as she scooted backwards, feeling twigs stab her. She tired her best to pull her pants up and stand up, but she stumbled backwards on a tree root after standing up halfway.

He haughtily came over, yanking her up by her sandy blonde hair that had strands of purple in it. She cried out in pain as he slammed her face first into a tree.

"I should just take you from behind," he said in a dangerous tone.

She could feel the tears run down. She was defenseless. He had the gun to her head and he had her pinned against the goddamn tree.

Why me?

He felt her up, feeling her delectable curves. He ran his tongue against the back of her neck as she cringed, trying to move away from his touch. He held her steady in place. When she felt his hands against her waist and she felt the shear coldness on her waist, she knew he was stripping her of her pants. She wriggled again, frantic, but he pressed his hard-on against the back of her thigh. More tears poured out at a rapid pace.

It was then the weight of him was pulled away in a swift jerk. He was no longer behind her.

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