There Will Be Blood

It is really, really cold. My nightgown – well more like a loose fitting slip for under a mini-dress – with black lace on the top and bottom of the black silk that just reached over my black lingerie was all I had on. The short slip and my bare feet didn't help from keeping the cold air and freaking freezing metal table I'm lying on from kissing my skin making me shiver slightly.

I felt fingertips sweep my long curly hair from my face. I turned my head a bit so I wasn't staring at his smug smile, however, it was in vain his cold hand captured my chin and turned it so I was staring into his dark green eyes. I glared and at that moment he laughed the sound of it was menacing – the most malignant sound to ever enter my ears.

"Do you remember this place, Evie?" He asked still leering. My eyes traveled over the dimly lit room and my eyes soon shut again. Please let this just is a nightmare. This was the place, the place where he claimed me only this time I'm inside the room with the thick iron door closed. My lids flashed open. No he wouldn't! NO! NO! NO! I'm in love with Peter not this…this monster.

I pulled my wrists and ankles more frantically. I know why he brought me here…he wants to change me. Are you kidding me I finally fall in love at seventeen-fucking-years-old not having one freaking boyfriend in my seventeen years and I finally get one that I love none the less and this prick wants to take it all away. Rip me from humanity when I'm actually pulling my life back from the ashes in what has been years.

He held my hands in place – he was much too strong for me to try to resist – although I still managed to slowly move my wrists a bit although I know it won't help. He leaned over me with two hungers warring in his eyes and released my wrists when my legs and my arms finally stilled. He leaned down smiling and pressed his lips to mine not surprised by my lack of reaction. Then he moved his lips to my ear and whispered, "body, blood, and soul, Evie. You're mine, don't forget that." Shivers from his words rattled up my spine it was much worse than the cold – his presence chilled my bones not my just pale and creamy exterior.

I was more exposed than ever I had been in Henry's presence. It worried me he might have more than changing me in mind. He might want my body before he wants my blood…ew – I shivered and his lips moved into a smile, yeah that's definitely what he was thinking – the only person I would want to do that with would be Peter.

Henry's body moved onto the table it pressed on mine gently but with a slight pressure but nothing major was happening…yet. One hand moved up my right thigh sliding up the slip and feeling me up. I shook a bit in an effort to get this ass off of me. Then as he did that he moved his mouth to my neck and sunk his teeth into my neck and I cried out. It hurt worse than the first time it was like he was sucking the life out of me.

Then the pressure was gone…and the sucking feeling. I could feel the warm, sticky, rust and salt smelling liquid leak from the wound on my neck. Hands were undoing the restraints. I opened my eyes to see my Romeo…my prince…my knight of the night…Peter. He pulled me from the table and placed my feet on the tile floor, but my legs gave out on me and at that moment he swept his arm behind my knees and the other holding my back and carried me bridal style.

"Peter," I said in a murmur and he looked at me his eyes unconcealed of his emotions that showed every ounce of concern he had for me. He broke into a quick sprint and we were in front of his house. It was the largest town here in Snoresville and the most mysterious and beautiful. He opened the door with ease still carrying me.

Pete's house was tastefully decorated with Gothic-Victorian flair. Other than the things in this house, it was always empty. His parents were never home…I mean never. The only car in the driveway was his sleek black Porsche – funny because he prefers walking more than driving that incredible car.

He walked up the grand staircase without speaking and placed me gently his bed with a black silk comforter and black Egyptian cotton sheets on it. I might look like a modest girl with my thrift story goodies or ripped jeans or goth apparel from Hot Topic, but both my parents were doctors. They had a lot of money, an extreme amount.

I don't want it though I might give it all to charity when I inherit it on my twenty-first birth—then Peter broke my reverie.

"That bastard…Eve…I knew something was off about him." He paced nervously before me. I got up and wasn't even wobbly and put myself in his path taking hold of his arms. "Peter. I'm fine, just calm--" he interrupted me, nearly shouting, "I will not calm down Eve, he could have…" He drifted off. I looked into his distressed dark blue eyes and he leaned down and kissed me.

I kissed him back and my skin heated up from the heat of the moment. He began to slide up my slip revealing my lacy black underwear and bra. A small smile played around his lips and I pulled off his black t-shirt. We continued kissing he guided me back toward the bed and I felt him over me with a slight pressure. Instead of fear coursing through me I had absolute passion.

This was it. After the ten minutes of more intense kissing I lost it…I am no longer little miss innocent.