Today was the day. Today he was coming to collect his payment. The man with the stunning chocolate eyes and silk hair left early this morning promising to be back later this afternoon. As I sat twitching impatiently on the downy covers I couldn't help but anticipate what was going to happen.
The man with the red eyes, for I still didn't know his name, was hard to figure out but I knew one thing for sure. He wanted dominance and charge. I almost felt violated at the thought of what he was going to do because that is what he was surely going to do right?
The door opened with a creak and I jumped, filled with nerves and my stomach swirling with moths. I saw him before I heard him. Those same haunting, menacing red eyes stared me down like I was a deer and he was the cruel and vicious wolf. It reminded me a lot of Bambi.
I hated what he had done to me.
As he inched closer, I tried to put a brave face on even though I was freaking out on the inside. My whole being and soul cried out and my body could not do anything about it. It was like the two weren't in harmony with each other.
He grabbed my chin and pulled my face up to meet his. "You ready for this?" he asked maleficently. When I didn't answer his fingers dug in harder, no doubt leaving bruises there tomorrow. But I refused to show any sign of acknowledgement. I kept my expression hard and hoped my eyes shone through resentment and anything close to that.
"Well aren't you a stubborn one?" His lips neared my neck and I fought the shivers of disgust that rolled over my skin. "You're going to taste just fine. Even better than I imagined; with your fiery temper, I'd have to say it would be a bit spicy."
What the hell is he talking about? My taste? This man was a total creep- wait no. pat the point of being a creep, he was way more.
I was about to ask him what he meant when I felt excruciating pain stab my neck at two different points and felt a tongue lapping over my skin. As a felt my hot blood trickle down my neck, I wondered how two regular human teeth could break through skin and what kind of nasty pedophile would take pleasure from drinking blood.
Then it hit me. A vampire. It explains the red eyes and the forever cold skin. I was going to be sick. A vampire was sucking my blood and I was too oblivious to fight him off.
It felt like the all-time high. The euphoria that came from time was even more pleasuring than sex. Or what I imagined it would be since I hadn't done it yet. The whole thing lasted a couple seconds and I felt myself being thrown back on the bed and watching the vampire from newly glazed over eyes.
I saw him wipe a trickle of blood away from the corner of his mouth and he smiled ominously, revealing those fangs that had only made an appearance this once from the whole time I've been here. Why wasn't I freaking out more than this? I mean a frickin' vampire had just sucked on my frickin' blood!
It probably didn't register yet, I mean I was still lost in that high. Involuntarily my mouth turned up in a lazed smile and my head lolled backwards, my dazed eyes rolling back into my head. The last thing I heard before losing consciousness was the door closing and the lock clicking.
OK here's the latest installment of Stolen. The plot kinda picks up here now. Sorry for it being so slow but this had to be the path for the story to correctly pan out. Hope you enjoyed it! Drop me a review telling me your favourite part, what you liked, what you didn't like, questions. I love hearing from you guys!
Disclaimer- Richelle Mead owns all VA material used and I have to thank roza m belicova for helping this story by giving me an idea!
For all those readers out there for The Notes of My Heart, expect an update sometime in the next week! There it'll be explained of my abscence. Thanks again and don't forget to review!