"Shite," was all the man could murmur before he heard her running down the hall towards the door. He barely moved and was already in front on her in the blink of an eye.
She removed her shoe, prepared to hit him. "What the fuck are you and who the hell is.. or was in there?!" She moved her arm back to intimidate him even more, but he had her wrist in a tight grip. He had moved so quickly and gracefully, she hadn't see his arm...
"I am everything nightmares are made of. Sad to say, that is very cliched now a days... But it's true." He smiled for the first time, fully toothed... Full fanged.
"Who are you?"
Letting go of her wrist, he guided her away from the door and sat her in an arm chair. Silky, he moved around her, his lanky body defining grace. Since she was only paying attention to the way the fabric...that she suddenly wanted to rip off... moved around his slender, muscular frame, she didn't notice what he was doing.
Grabbing two silk scarves, he tied them together and moved behind her. Lightly skimming his hands over her arms until he reached her wrist, he replied, "My name is Isaac... I was a nobleman in 19th century England..." He tied silk around her wrist.... Clearing his throat, "My full name is Isaac Jason Alexander, son of George Jason Alexander. My family was royalty," his accent thick, he tightened the silk. "My parents the Duke and Duchess of Worthington, and I the heir. I had two younger siblings. My younger sister Susana Marie... was a beauty." Isaac sighed, and wrapped the silk around her two bound wrists. "And the youngest of all three of us... My brother." He wrapped tighter. "James. What a spoiled little shite he was... But then again..." He finished his knot, and leaned over until his hot breath touched the sensative skin under her ear. "Weren't we all?"
Suddenly snapping out of it, Sydney finally noticed the bonds. She began pulling and wanting to scream but could only wail. "ISAAC, get these off NOW. I swear to God," she pleaded, her eyes filling with tears as he stalked towards her, "I won't tell a soul, I swear. I have no idea... I've never met you. Please, just let me go. Don't hurt me."
Isaac crouched down, and covered her soft mouth with his large palm. He sighed at the feeling of those lips against his skin... how many times had he imagined them there? How long had he been watching her now? "Sydney... I won't hurt you. I just need to keep you a while."
"WHY?!" She shrieked. Although he was the most handsome man she had ever met, she didn't want to be around him. His skin was cold to the touch, she noticed, and his dead eyes were beginning to truly freak her out.
"Until I... figure out what to do with you." He laughed when he noticed how panicked she was, but stopped and reached down for her feet when he noticed a tear roll down her face. "Darling, please." He told her, his voice quiet. "Don't." The emotions he had long forgotten began to swarm his chest. He took off her sandals, and placed them on the floor, came up and kissed her cheek. He waited, and looked into her eyes. He could tell she'd never been truly intimate with anybody, let alone someone she'd know for two days. Although he had "known" her for about two now. She was so upset and panic-stricken, she didn't know how to respond.
"What's in there, sweet, was my... feeding, I guess you could put it." He smiled, barely showing his teeth, but she could tell the two teeth on each side of his front teeth were rather oddly shapped... He closed his mouth, and a cold expression came over his face. "I am what I am," why was he explaining himself? "And I am not proud of it, but it is what is, and what will always be."
He watched her slim throat convulse as she audibly swallowed. "What are you taking about, Isaac?"
His body tightened, she called him by his name. His name... "Sydney," he murmured, "You would never believe me."
An angry look took over the panic, "Try me."
"I..." He hesitated, resting his hand on the arm of the chair she was strapped to to help him balance in his crouching position. He looked down and then up into her eyes. She noticed they seemed to swirl, switch colours when they looked directly at you. "I am a vampire."
She removed her shoe, prepared to hit him. "What the fuck are you and who the hell is.. or was in there?!" She moved her arm back to intimidate him even more, but he had her wrist in a tight grip. He had moved so quickly and gracefully, she hadn't see his arm...
"I am everything nightmares are made of. Sad to say, that is very cliched now a days... But it's true." He smiled for the first time, fully toothed... Full fanged.
"Who are you?"
Letting go of her wrist, he guided her away from the door and sat her in an arm chair. Silky, he moved around her, his lanky body defining grace. Since she was only paying attention to the way the fabric...that she suddenly wanted to rip off... moved around his slender, muscular frame, she didn't notice what he was doing.
Grabbing two silk scarves, he tied them together and moved behind her. Lightly skimming his hands over her arms until he reached her wrist, he replied, "My name is Isaac... I was a nobleman in 19th century England..." He tied silk around her wrist.... Clearing his throat, "My full name is Isaac Jason Alexander, son of George Jason Alexander. My family was royalty," his accent thick, he tightened the silk. "My parents the Duke and Duchess of Worthington, and I the heir. I had two younger siblings. My younger sister Susana Marie... was a beauty." Isaac sighed, and wrapped the silk around her two bound wrists. "And the youngest of all three of us... My brother." He wrapped tighter. "James. What a spoiled little shite he was... But then again..." He finished his knot, and leaned over until his hot breath touched the sensative skin under her ear. "Weren't we all?"
Suddenly snapping out of it, Sydney finally noticed the bonds. She began pulling and wanting to scream but could only wail. "ISAAC, get these off NOW. I swear to God," she pleaded, her eyes filling with tears as he stalked towards her, "I won't tell a soul, I swear. I have no idea... I've never met you. Please, just let me go. Don't hurt me."
Isaac crouched down, and covered her soft mouth with his large palm. He sighed at the feeling of those lips against his skin... how many times had he imagined them there? How long had he been watching her now? "Sydney... I won't hurt you. I just need to keep you a while."
"WHY?!" She shrieked. Although he was the most handsome man she had ever met, she didn't want to be around him. His skin was cold to the touch, she noticed, and his dead eyes were beginning to truly freak her out.
"Until I... figure out what to do with you." He laughed when he noticed how panicked she was, but stopped and reached down for her feet when he noticed a tear roll down her face. "Darling, please." He told her, his voice quiet. "Don't." The emotions he had long forgotten began to swarm his chest. He took off her sandals, and placed them on the floor, came up and kissed her cheek. He waited, and looked into her eyes. He could tell she'd never been truly intimate with anybody, let alone someone she'd know for two days. Although he had "known" her for about two now. She was so upset and panic-stricken, she didn't know how to respond.
"What's in there, sweet, was my... feeding, I guess you could put it." He smiled, barely showing his teeth, but she could tell the two teeth on each side of his front teeth were rather oddly shapped... He closed his mouth, and a cold expression came over his face. "I am what I am," why was he explaining himself? "And I am not proud of it, but it is what is, and what will always be."
He watched her slim throat convulse as she audibly swallowed. "What are you taking about, Isaac?"
His body tightened, she called him by his name. His name... "Sydney," he murmured, "You would never believe me."
An angry look took over the panic, "Try me."
"I..." He hesitated, resting his hand on the arm of the chair she was strapped to to help him balance in his crouching position. He looked down and then up into her eyes. She noticed they seemed to swirl, switch colours when they looked directly at you. "I am a vampire."