--------------------------------------------------------------------------Perfect Crescent, Chapter 3
I woke, exhausted, as the sun streamed in brilliantly from the narrow window beside the bed. My eyes felt dry and were probably a swollen red from crying myself to sleep. I tried to focus my mind on everything that had happened yesterday. I remember being at the party, and then he bit me, and I fainted. Then... I stopped. Did that really happen? Or was it just a dream?
I looked around the strange room and realized everything was real. My fingers tightened on the edge of the bed angrily. Taking the pillow into my arms, I screamed into it with all my rage and might. I hated that man, no, that evil vampire, for doing this to me. How dare he keep me prisoner here... I thought furiously.
I noticed a silver cart of food sat beside the bed, filled to its rim with breakfast items. Beside the meal, was a long crystal vase with a single black rose. I kicked it violently so that it rolled across the room and crashed into the stone wall, its sound echoing in a deafening boom throughout the castle.
"Come now," said the voice that brought chills to my skin, "Surely, you must be hungry."
"Go away," I spat, clenching my teeth. I had hated my life before, but now I wanted more than ever to be back in its dull tedium. He ignored my comment and walked toward me, "Let us go have breakfast in the dining hall. It's much too bright in here," he said as he lifted his hands to shadow his eyes.
"A-aren't you...supposed to burn?" I inquired uncertainly. He laughed, "Sweet child, why would you ever think of such a ridiculous idea?" I grew annoyed at such a carefree response, "You're a vampire. You're supposed to burn to a crisp in the sun!"
"No dear, you've a common misunderstanding. Vampires don't usually go out in the sun, because we have larger pupils to see better in the dark, which makes us more sensitive to light. The sun is too bright, and it can be painful on our eyes if we're out for too long. Now come with me to our breakfast feast." I didn't move, but I could smell the aroma of sweet breads and bacon cooking. It was heavenly, but there was no way in hell I would go with him.
He laughed, "I don't think I gave you a choice." He grabbed my arm gently and began to pull me away. I tried to resist, but he was abnormally strong. My efforts were futile.
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At breakfast, we sat at opposite ends of a long table filled an assortment of food and fruits that I refused to touch though I felt hungrier than ever. My kidnapper smiled politely, "We didn't get off to a very good start last night, so let's start over, shall we? I'm Maximillion Pegasus."
I could feel the heat of his stare upon me as I focused on the hands folded in my lap. I hesitantly looked up and in the blink of an eye he was sitting on the table before me, peering straight at me. An involuntary blush spread across my cheeks like a weed patch of roses. I can't believe I'm blushing...He's a goddamn maniac for heaven's sake. I shouldn't be attracted to such a madman, I silently cursed myself.
"Why should you be attracted to me? It's only natural to love our dark nature, our flawless bodies, and the bliss that comes with our dark kiss...You'd be lying if you said you didn't like it...." I felt rage building inside me, "I hate you! Everything about you...is loathsome." He smiled gently, "Like what, sweet angel?" I stopped. What did I hate about him? I could think of nothing.
"Come to a revelation?" his eyebrows moved up with an amused appearance. I furiously swung my fist forward, but he was too fast. He was behind me, his freezing fingers holding my neck before I could I react. Goosebumps spread across my body as I inhaled ragged breaths. He whispered into my ear, "You don't hate me, angel. You only fear me and want me." His tongue traced the lining of my ear as he spoke the words. I shuddered with terror and excitement, immediately shunning myself for the latter. He continued his way down slowly and I found myself loving every moment of it, then hating myself after. Everything about him was seductive, so inviting; I couldn't help but accept his invitation.
I woke, exhausted, as the sun streamed in brilliantly from the narrow window beside the bed. My eyes felt dry and were probably a swollen red from crying myself to sleep. I tried to focus my mind on everything that had happened yesterday. I remember being at the party, and then he bit me, and I fainted. Then... I stopped. Did that really happen? Or was it just a dream?
I looked around the strange room and realized everything was real. My fingers tightened on the edge of the bed angrily. Taking the pillow into my arms, I screamed into it with all my rage and might. I hated that man, no, that evil vampire, for doing this to me. How dare he keep me prisoner here... I thought furiously.
I noticed a silver cart of food sat beside the bed, filled to its rim with breakfast items. Beside the meal, was a long crystal vase with a single black rose. I kicked it violently so that it rolled across the room and crashed into the stone wall, its sound echoing in a deafening boom throughout the castle.
"Come now," said the voice that brought chills to my skin, "Surely, you must be hungry."
"Go away," I spat, clenching my teeth. I had hated my life before, but now I wanted more than ever to be back in its dull tedium. He ignored my comment and walked toward me, "Let us go have breakfast in the dining hall. It's much too bright in here," he said as he lifted his hands to shadow his eyes.
"A-aren't you...supposed to burn?" I inquired uncertainly. He laughed, "Sweet child, why would you ever think of such a ridiculous idea?" I grew annoyed at such a carefree response, "You're a vampire. You're supposed to burn to a crisp in the sun!"
"No dear, you've a common misunderstanding. Vampires don't usually go out in the sun, because we have larger pupils to see better in the dark, which makes us more sensitive to light. The sun is too bright, and it can be painful on our eyes if we're out for too long. Now come with me to our breakfast feast." I didn't move, but I could smell the aroma of sweet breads and bacon cooking. It was heavenly, but there was no way in hell I would go with him.
He laughed, "I don't think I gave you a choice." He grabbed my arm gently and began to pull me away. I tried to resist, but he was abnormally strong. My efforts were futile.
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At breakfast, we sat at opposite ends of a long table filled an assortment of food and fruits that I refused to touch though I felt hungrier than ever. My kidnapper smiled politely, "We didn't get off to a very good start last night, so let's start over, shall we? I'm Maximillion Pegasus."
I could feel the heat of his stare upon me as I focused on the hands folded in my lap. I hesitantly looked up and in the blink of an eye he was sitting on the table before me, peering straight at me. An involuntary blush spread across my cheeks like a weed patch of roses. I can't believe I'm blushing...He's a goddamn maniac for heaven's sake. I shouldn't be attracted to such a madman, I silently cursed myself.
"Why should you be attracted to me? It's only natural to love our dark nature, our flawless bodies, and the bliss that comes with our dark kiss...You'd be lying if you said you didn't like it...." I felt rage building inside me, "I hate you! Everything about you...is loathsome." He smiled gently, "Like what, sweet angel?" I stopped. What did I hate about him? I could think of nothing.
"Come to a revelation?" his eyebrows moved up with an amused appearance. I furiously swung my fist forward, but he was too fast. He was behind me, his freezing fingers holding my neck before I could I react. Goosebumps spread across my body as I inhaled ragged breaths. He whispered into my ear, "You don't hate me, angel. You only fear me and want me." His tongue traced the lining of my ear as he spoke the words. I shuddered with terror and excitement, immediately shunning myself for the latter. He continued his way down slowly and I found myself loving every moment of it, then hating myself after. Everything about him was seductive, so inviting; I couldn't help but accept his invitation.