~*~Chapter Two~*~
"Roman, this isn't funny anymore," Letha said, her voice shaking. She backed up against the door of the car in an attempt to get away from him. "I want to go to the dance! I want to go to school and see my friends."
"Ohhh come on, Letha. Live a little. Let's have some fun." He withdrew the keys from the ignition and pocketed them. "Look what I brought." He withdrew a bottle of alcohol.
"Then you stay here; I'm going to the dance. I'll call Tyler for a ride," she said, removing her seatbelt and turning to open the car door.
"Absolutely not," Roman said firmly as he took her hand. He reached for her cell phone, pocketing it, too.
Letha glared at Roman. "Give it back!" she said. "I want to go now. I want to go to the dance."
"You can't have it back," said Roman. "And you're not going to call Tyler. We're going to have our own little party. I want you to forget about the people at the dance, especially Tyler. Tonight is ours. Yours and mine."
He opened up the silver flask and took a sip. "Have some," he said, offering it to Letha.
"I don't want that," Letha said. "Take me home if you won't let me call to get a ride."
"You're not going home," he said, his voice matter-of-fact. "You're coming with me. There's something I want to show you."
He got out of the car and moved around to the passenger side door, pulling it open. He reached inside for Letha and tugged her out. She looked frightened of him. Her blue eyes were wild; she looked like she might run away. Roman held onto her hand firmly. He wasn't about to let her leave. She tried to pull away from him as her heart pounded in her chest. Her body stiffened as he gripped her hand.
"Wh- what can you possibly show me here?" she asked, her voice shaking. She was absolutely terrified.
"Letha, you're not going anywhere," he said as he hauled her up into his arms and began carrying her away. He was walking among the rotting tombstones.
"Let me go!" she screamed, beating on him with her small fists. "I don't know what's wrong with you, but let me go right now!"
"Will you stop it?!" he growled as she was punching on him. It didn't really hurt. In fact, he was enjoying her movements as she tried to squirm out of his arms. He was half-way to his destination now. He had to be careful and not trip over the crumbling gravestones. It was really getting dark in the cemetery. A full moon hung overhead- perfect for Halloween night.
"Roman, please take me home. I don't know what you're doing, but I don't like it."
"Shhhh," he said as he held her closer so her body was pressed against his. "You're going to love this.."
"I think," he added under his breath. They reached the mausoleum and Roman pulled the door open. They were greeted by cobwebs and a musty smell. There was the distinct odor of dead and decaying leaves. In the center of the small room was an old concrete coffin. Several burning candles gave a faint light to the room. There wasn't much to see. It was a rather desolate place.
"It's playtime," Roman said as he set Letha down. He then made his way back to the door, closing it tightly and locking it with several iron chains which were bolted with a giant metal lock. There was no way she was getting out of the concrete structure. Roman would have her to himself for the remainder of the night.
Letha froze, terrified for a minute, then she ran for the door, pushing against it and pulling on the chains in an attempt to undo them. "Why, Roman? Why?" she asked as tears formed in her eyes. Why was he doing this to her? He'd always been her protector, her best friend, her confidant. She hardly recognized him now. Who was this monster who stood before her?
"Calm down, Letha. It's just a little party. You and Me. You're not afraid, are you?" Roman said as he leaned back against a concrete wall that made up the mausoleum. He withdrew the flask of booze from his pocket and took a swig. "You're not afraid of me. I'm your best friend, remember? I'm the one who gives you those amazing back rubs."
"You are my best friend... j-just... we could have a nice time dancing, right?"
"We could... but we aren't going to the dance," Roman said. "Tonight I have other plans. There are a few things we need to discuss. Just make yourself comfortable, because we are going to be staying here a long while."
"First of all, let's talk about Marie. Your mother hates me... and for good reason. She senses something about me. She knows that I want you. She knows how you feel about me. And maybe - just maybe she saw something that she shouldn't have," said Roman. As Roman was talking, he put his flask of whiskey aside. He was fumbling with some chains attached to the casket. He was trying to prepare for the next part of his evening with Letha.
"I don't care what my mother says. I told my parents I was going to the dance with you anyway, despite what they thought. My mom wasn't happy, but told her I was going; no matter what she said. What does my mom have to do with anything? What could she have possibly seen? I don't care if she likes you; I like you," she reminded him.
"Tonight I am going to show you what she saw," said Roman. "But first I have to prepare you. Come here."
Letha was too scared of him to say 'no.' Something was different about him tonight and it struck fear into her heart. She just wanted to run from him, but she couldn't. She was trapped in this small space with him. Even though she longed to escape, she was afraid of what he might do if she didn't obey him. She took a step closer, fearing him with her every heartbeat.
As Letha approached, Roman reached for her. For a moment, he did nothing more than hold her in his arms. Looking down into her face, he lightly kissed her forehead. She had done such an amazing job with her make-up. It was slightly messed-up due to her tears, but Roman liked the effect she had created. How perfect that she had chosen this particular attire... for tonight she was going to become HIS blood-splattered bride.
"Be strong," he said to her softly. As he was talking, he began to wind the chains around her wrists. She didn't fight him and she didn't protest. Had she accepted her fate? "I have a secret to tell you."
Letha was too afraid to speak as he was chaining her wrists. She felt weak as though she didn't have the strength to fight him. She just waited quietly for him to speak.
He locked her in the iron wrist cuffs which were chained to the casket. She wouldn't get far. He took a step back and looked at her. She was visibly terrified. "Remember that night in July when you and I went to the amusement park? It was a magical night. It was the best night of my life," he recounted.
Letha nodded her head. It was all she could bring herself to do. She was far too afraid. She had nowhere to run and she didn't know what to say. She had a good time that night at the amusement park, but he knew that. He had won her the warthog and bought her cotton candy. They were talking and laughing. It had been an amazing night.
"You were flirting with me, Letha. You can't deny that," Roman said. "And what we haven't talked about is that I want you. I want to be with you. I want you to be mine. And you have feelings for me, too. You can't deny that. Everything has been against us... your mother, society, even ourselves. We never acted on those feelings. That night in July something happened. It changed me."
"I came home and my mother had a task for me. It was not an ordinary task. She told me to go to your home. She wanted me to show up in your bedroom, undress you, and impregnate you with my child," Roman explained. "She almost got her way."
"Do you realize what I am telling you?" he asked. "I am no ordinary guy. I am different."
"Okay... okay," Letha said fearfully. "I was flirting with you. I admit I was flirting, Roman. I'm sorry. I know we haven't acted on it, because we can't... Wait! You what? Why would you...? Ohhh my God! The
angel," she gasped.
"Yes, the angel. That was me. My mother used mind control to make me appear in your bedroom that night. I came to you as an angel, because I knew you were fascinated by them. You were always reading those books about angels. I almost carried out my mother's plan, but I am stronger than she anticipated. I am a warrior. I fought against my mother, and I left before I did as she told me to do. But before I left, your mother saw me. You saw me, too. You thought it was just a dream, but it wasn't. It was me," Roman explained. "I'm not an angel... but I do have powers. I have the power of mind-control. Letha, I am an upir. I crave blood... I crave sex. And more than anything, I crave YOU."
"How ironic it is that you decided to be a blood-splattered bride tonight, because that's what you're going to be - MY blood-splattered bride," he added.
"I-I'm sorry I saw you... but that wasn't my fault. I didn't remember it... not really. I really did think it was a dream. Wh- what do you mean I'm going to be your blood-splattered bride?"
"I'm tired of fighting it; my true nature. Tonight I am going to give in to my baser needs. I want you," he said. The candlelight glowed in the blue jewels of her eyes. "Tonight I am going to have you. I am going to show you what I really am."
Letha tried to back up and of course there was nothing behind her to escape. She was pressed up against the wall. She was shaking with fear as she looked at Roman.
He laughed when she tried to escape him. It wasn't a harsh laugh. It's just that he knew it was her fate. He was smiling slightly when he withdrew a straight razor. It gleamed in the candlelight. "Time for a little blood-letting," he said. "You or me?"
"I-I..." Letha stumbled over her words, her eyes widening at the sight. She wasn't sure that he was giving her a real choice.
"I guess we'll start with me," he said. He took the razor and made a cut in his wrist. It wasn't deep but blood seeped out, staining the white sleeve of his shirt. He stared at it in fascination. After awhile, he seemed to break out of his trance. He came at Letha, holding the razor. He began to cut through the fabric of her dress, peeling it away from her flesh. He couldn't wait to see the beauty that was hidden underneath. As he undressed her, warm droplets of his blood fell on her naked flesh. It fell in crimson droplets, staining her porcelain skin.
"I want you, Letha. I've always loved you," he said.
"Why are you doing this? Why do you want to hurt me?"
"Pain and pleasure- I love them both," Roman said as he gestured to the bleeding wound upon his wrist. "You'll love them, too, because you are mine. I will teach you how good it can be. I will show you."
He cut away her panties and her bra, completely exposing her. He drank in the sight of her gorgeous body. He had mentally undressed her a million times, but now it was real. Now she would be his. Roman's eyes glittered like sparkling emeralds as his lips lowered to her neck. Gently he began to nuzzle her. He was still holding the straight razor, but he wasn't threatening her with it. His kisses were light and whisper-soft against her delicate skin.
Letha was trying not to shake. She didn't know whether to cry or scream or just give into him. It was all too much for her to wrap her head around.
Roman ceased his kisses. He stood tall and straight as he started to undress. His eyes never left hers as he removed each article of his clothing. Piece by piece, he tossed it to the floor until he was completely naked. His thick cock stood out hard and proud between his legs.
"I'm going to take you now," he said. "Because you are mine."