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When I woke up I was in some type of basement. The floor and walls were concrete, dirty windows near the ceiling, and it was freezing cold. There was no furniture, just a few miscellaneous boxes stacked in one of the corners, and a few questionable stains on the floor. A stairway straight across from me led up towards a door.

The bag was taken off my head, the ties from my legs and hands as well. My knees were scraped up and had dried blood cracked on them; note to self: when being kidnapped, wear pants. Other than my knees, I seemed to be ok, no fang marks or bruises.

Groaning and trying to ignore the stinging in my knees, I got up and stretched. I needed to find a way to get out of here. I guess trying the door would be too easy but it was the only thing I could think of. Walking up the stair I figured it was daylight, the sun peeking from beneath the door. To my surprise, the doorknob twisted in my hand, opening easily. With caution, I stepped out into what appeared to be a hallway.

There was a door across from and at the end of the hallway; I decided to take the one at the end of the hallway. What I found made my breath catch in my throat. There lay three coffins; in what appeared to be a living room. The windows were boarded up, but still some slivers of sunlight made it through. My heart rate picked up when I saw a cell phone plugged into one of the outlets of the wall. I ran over to it, turned it on, and nearly screamed; there was no reception. The time was a little after four, so I didn't have much time to figure out how to escape.

Looking around I found the hammer and box of nails they had used to board up the windows. These had to be the most stupid vampires in existence. Grabbing the hammer, I began the slow process of taking out the nails in the wood, and taking the boards off the window. Getting two off the bottom gave me enough room to lift the window and crawl out, stumbling a bit.

It seemed I was in the middle of a swamp, which could nearly anywhere in Louisiana. Not wanting to stay with the vampires, I followed the road that led to the house, hoping it lead to a town.

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By the time the sun had set I was panicking. I had been walking on the dirt road for a couple hours and there was still no sign of any life. I knew it was only a matter of time until the vampires found me, which made me pick up the pace until I was running. Finally, after twenty minutes of running, well after the first five minutes it was more of a limp, I saw a rundown house.

The house was rundown, the windows broken, and part of the roof collapsing. The moonlight peeking from between the clouds allowed me enough light to see the peeling paint was a dark red. I stepped up onto the porch, moving cautiously; the last thing I needed was to fall through. The door stuck for a few seconds when I pulled then jerked open, slamming into my shoulder. I hissed through my teeth; that was probably going to leave a mark. I pulled my shirt to the side and sure enough the skin was grazed and already red and puffy. Lovely.

I walked into the house, making sure to lock the door. There was a broken stairway in the entry; a few of the stairs had fallen apart. There was a kitchen, bathroom, and a living room. All of them were empty and smelled lightly of mildew.

I sighed and walked into the bathroom, the only room without a window. I guess I would have to wait in here until the morning and walk to wherever I could.

After what seemed like hours; after I had been dozing for a while, I heard some giggling outside. Immediately my heart started to pick up speed, and it wasn't till I started seeing spots in front of me did I realize I had been holding my breath. After taking a deep breath and getting my breathing under control, I got up and headed to the door. Pressing my ear to the door, I heard the giggling again.

"Come on girly, you get out now and your death will be quick."

Though the voice didn't sound like it was in the house I still jerked back, tripping over my feet and smacking head on the floor. Crying now I curled up a ball, the pain in my shoulder to sharp to ignore. For a while I laid there until I didn't hear the voice anymore. Getting up I walked into the living room, peeking out the window. I didn't see anyone for a few seconds and then a grinning face popped up in front of me. Screaming; in surprise or fright I don't know, I tripped backwards and crab walked into a corner.

The man's face just screamed Irish. He had red curly hair, freckles all over his face, and brilliant green eyes. From what I could tell of his body he had to enter a room sideways; compared to his head, his huge shoulders were a bit comical. He smiled and showed fangs. I suddenly didn't find him funny anymore.

I cringed and curled into a ball, my back to him and the window. If he was going to kill me I didn't want to see him coming. I wondered why they hadn't come inside the house already.

"You know you can't stay in there forever. You have to come out sometime. Besides we're deep in the swamp and wood area, you'd never get away in time."

Something he said had me curious. He said that I couldn't stay here forever; did that mean he couldn't come inside?

"Its ok honey, everything will be alright if you just come outside."

It was a different voice now, a soft female voice; the one that had been giggling. I ignored them as they kept up their talking. I guess they were going for the whole good vampire, bad vampire thing, the girl promising everything would be alright, the man threatening me in a harsh tone.

I curled tighter into a ball as I heard their voices, coaxing, and sweet-talking me into leaving the protection of the house. I tried to ignore their sweet voices coming from outside the shattered windows, tried to ignore the promises of peace, a place where there was no pain and confusion.

"Come on honey, just come outside and everything is going to be okay."

The voice was so close I jumped. I looked up at the window and my breath caught in my throat. The woman at the window was everything I imagined what an angel would look like. Her blonde hair was in spiral up to her shoulders, her blue eyes so warm, and her smile was so gentle even with the fangs.

For a moment I was tempted to give up and just go to her, but my mother's face flashed through my mind. How she had reacted to what happened earlier, how her face had crumpled with the words that I had said. She wouldn't be able to stand my death; she could barely stand me moving out. Alternatively, would she even know I was dead, just thinking I chose my father over her? I couldn't give up; I still needed to talk to my mother, to explain that I still loved her more than anything.

I curled into my ball tighter, trying to get further into the corner of the abandoned room. The angel's scream of rage shook me to my core, something so beautiful shouldn't have been that angry. There were more screams and sounds of splintering wood, as if they were trying to break the house down. After a few more moments of the violence all was quiet except for my heart pounding in my chest. I stayed curled up in my ball; I know the silence had to be some type of trick. Trying to make me think they were gone so I would come out of my hiding spot.

"Well there's the little bunny. You know I'm starting to believe you're more trouble than you're worth."

Eric's voice had me rolling over to look at the window, and sure enough Eric's face the one I could see. I stumbled towards the door, fumbling with the lock and doorknob and jerking it open. Eric was waiting on the other side, his stance casual, his arms crossed, as if rescuing teenage girls was something he did every day. I'm sure he wasn't prepared when I threw myself in his arms and started to sob. I felt him freeze up for a second then awkwardly stroke my hair. I felt him pick me up, bridal style, and squeeze me tighter as my sobs grew louder.

"I'm going to need you to hold on okay?" He repeated himself when I didn't answer and with a shaky nod, I felt him bend his knees and jump, but instead of landing on the ground we continued to rise.

It seemed Eric could fly.

"You can open your eyes now."

For the past twenty minutes my eyes had been closed and my head buried in Eric's shoulder. I wished he had warned me before jumping in the friggin' air; I could have told him I had a huge fear of heights. I peeked my eyes open and realized we were in front of a hotel, well a motel really. It looked pretty rundown, the paint was peeling and the windows needed a wash job.

"It's too close to sunrise and I'm too tired to fly anymore." He said by way of explanation. "Stay here and get I'll get us a room."

Ten minutes later we were inside a room, which to my horror only had one bed.

"Don't worry I'll be sleeping in the tub." He said, seeing my expression.

"That doesn't sound comfortable."

"It's safer." He said drawing the blinds over the window. I sank onto the bed with a sigh of relief; I wouldn't mind just spending the rest of my life in bed.

"Soooo you can fly?" That seemed like a safe topic to talk about, nothing about vampires who kidnapped you or the whole me hugging Eric thing.

"Yes."

"Can you turn into a bat?" That I found highly amusing, a bat version of Eric. I'd bet he'd fly over people and poop on them.

"No that's just a rumor, just like garlic." His lip curled up in disgust, it was so cute. WHOA!! Did I just think anything about Eric was cute? I guess being kidnapped was messing with my head.

"What?" Eric asked.

"What what?" I asked back.

"Your face…it looks like you just tasted something nasty."

Nope I just thought it; I didn't say it out loud. I just shrugged my shoulders and seemed that was a good enough answer.

"So I have a question" He groaned and flopped down next to me on the bed, his face in the pillow.

"Of course you do." He sighed and rolled over so we were face to face.

"How come they couldn't get into the house?" I asked.

"Vampires can't enter a house without being invited in first."

"Wow that sucks. For you guys anyway. Wait how did you get inside my house yesterday?" I asked a bit confused.

"I woke you up and glamoured you. I guess you were a little out of it and don't remember." He didn't seem the least bit shameful.

"Ugh you butt hole." I said, much to my embarrassment it came out sounding more endearing than anything.

"Butt hole. Really that was the best you could come up with?" He said laughing.

"Ha Ha, I'm so glad my vocabulary is so amusing." I said sarcastically.

It was quiet for a few minutes until Eric got up and headed towards the bathroom, grabbing his pillow with him. He paused at the entrance of the bathroom and turned towards me.

"The sun will be up in five minutes, keep everything closed and locked and don't leave the room until I'm up later tonight." He waited till I nodded and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door softly.

I kicked off my shoes and got under the covers, turning the light off. In the silence of the room I could hear everything outside, the cars driving on the road a few feet away, the TV blasting from the next room. After a few minutes I fell asleep.

I woke up in a cold sweat, the nightmare still vivid in my mind. In my nightmare the vampires had managed to get into the house and I was at the point in my dream when they were draining me when I woke up. I lay in the bed for a few minutes. I looked at the clock; it was a few minutes before ten in the morning. The closed curtains didn't let any sunlight in, the room was pitch black. The nightmare seemed to have kicked my fears up a notch; I seemed to be seeing things in the dark.

Jerking out of the bed I felt my way to wall and from there to the bathroom. I knocked softly on the door, biting my lip; I can't believe I was being this stupid.

"Come in Evie." Eric said. His voice was resigned, as if he had expected this. It also didn't get past my notice that it was the first time he had said my name.

I opened the door and quickly stepped in. Eric skin was the same ivory color as the tub; both of them standing out in the darkness. Eric motioned for me to join him, holding his arms out. After many rearrangements I found my head pillowed by Eric's shoulder, not exactly comfortable, and the rest of my body curled into his; except for Eric's legs, which were hanging out of the tub. After a few minutes I fell back asleep.

A/N: So I hope this chapter makes up for the last chapter, which going by the three reviews I got no one really liked it. So yeah Evie thinks Eric is cute, I guess the romance begins after this chapter. So yeah if you want a quicker update REVIEW!!