Author's Note: You know that awesome show called 'Tru Blood' and those amazing books that it's based off of? Well, none of it is mine. All I own is Lydia...not sure if I even want to claim her though haha
If you review me I'll be all smiles :)
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The first thing she noticed about him was that his eyes were pure ice. They gave her the shivers.
Lydia was not stupid, she knew what he was the moment she laid eyes on him. The moment she looked up from her purse, she knew she'd come face to face with a vampire.
He was tall, even though she was 5'11 he towered over her ominously. His hair was blonde and short; she found it his most ironic attribute since it reminded her of sunshine. There was no warmth to him though, she could tell right now she was dealing with a very serious individual. A very scary individual. An undeniable attractive individual. Still though, the staring contest couldn't go on forever.
"Hello.." Lydia nervously squeaked out, still fiddling with the cellphone in her hands. "Nice evening isn't it?" She gulped. It's hard not the do that sort of thing in that situation.
The vampires eyebrows raised slightly, but his face remained emotionless. "What is your name?" He spoke softly but stern.
"L-Lydia Wright." She stuttered out. She didn't want to know his, the less she knew, the more likely she thought she'd get out of this alive. Like I said before, Lydia was not stupid, and that scream and this vampire were no coincidence.
"Lydia, look at me." His voice took on a gentler tone.
"Oh no you don't!" Closing her eyes tightly she turned away from him. "I don't want any trouble, but I will not comply to being glamoured. I do not like the idea of have my mind messed with!" She would have ran if she thought she stood a chance of getting away, but that was about as likely as a pig with wings.
Lydia heard the strange airy noise again and realized he was in front of her. Then all of the sudden, his hand was on her throat, slowly beginning to apply pressure. Soon she wouldn't be able to breathe. She didn't bother to struggle against him, all she could do was gasp the word "Wait.."
The pressure did not increase, but he didn't loosen his grip either. "I do not have time to play games." He rumbled out lowly. "Open your eyes."
Death is a very powerful threat. Lydia opened her eyes. The vampire's grip loosened and she could breathe much more freely. She stared at him, breathing hard. "Don't do it." She wasn't begging him, she was telling him. "I don't want to forget anything." For the first time that night, an obvious emotion graced his features: curiosity. As soon as it had come though it had gone.
"Look at me." His voice was softer now, gentler. "You are safe..." She knew in a moment she'd be under his trance. She wouldn't be able to help whoever had cried out in the woods. She wouldn't be able to do anything but what he'd tell her too. She knew this was the first time in a long time something truly more fascinating then what she'd read in a book had happened to her; and she wouldn't remember anything about it. Tears swelled to the edge of her eyes.
"Look at me..." She was drowning in the beauty of his voice. "You are safe..." Finally the swells overtook her. The caress of his voice melted the rest of the world away until all that was left was darkness and the crickets and the smell of summer...