Clara

Friday, 4:57 PM

I watched Morgan walk away; I was honestly trembling on the inside.

"Yes, um, Chris, are you going to tell me who… or… or what… you are?" I asked him staring into his ever changing eyes.

"Yes, I'm not supposed to tell anyone this, but you have to know," Chris gave me the first serious look I had ever seen him with. "Walk outside with me and I'll explain," he calmly said walking outside the mall.

I walked after him, "What's going on Chris?" I asked.

"I'm not normal," he said, "and by that I mean I'm not human."

My eyes widened. What did he mean by that?

"Clara, you would be smart to take your friends and stay away from us. We're dangerous, all of us," he said.

"What do you mean?" I gasped everything was blurring. What was he talking about was he dangerous? Would he hurt me? Would Jack hurt Alicia? Would Edward hurt Caroline? Was Edward killing Caroline right now?

"I mean you need to get away from me!" Chris whipped toward me his eyes a dark chestnut color.

"Why?" I asked hoping I wouldn't be killed.

"We attract danger, Deveron is after us he WILL hurt you if he has the chance and I'm not giving him that chance," Chris hissed.

I backed away, but I couldn't leave, "Who is Deveron?" I asked.

"An evil man who has powers much stronger than you, he took over my kingdom," Chris hissed again.

"That just gives me a reason to stay with you, I don't want you hurt," I said, pausing to grasp all the information.

"Listen, I could kill you right now if I wanted to," Chris said. "We are strong creatures; we are closely related to vampires. We don't suck blood, but we are insanely fast. You could run for an hour and I would be able to catch you in a few minutes. I'm super strong; right now I could break every bone in your body. But you wouldn't run and you wouldn't fight me because everything about me makes you attached to me. My hair, my face, my eyes, my body, everything. All I have to do is stab you," he hissed.

"But… but you wouldn't do that… would you?" I asked my feet dying to run away, but he was right I didn't want to run away from him. He was too perfect.

"No, but there are people who would," he said.

I didn't know why but I believed him. I believed everything. Vampires were real? Well I think I'm more scared of Chris than any Dracula I've ever heard of.

None of this should make sense, but it did.

"Leave," Chris ordered.

"No, I'm not going to leave you," I said, I was stupid to disobey someone so much stronger than me. "I don't think you understand how wimpy you really are," he laughed, "you don't understand that I shouldn't be telling you to run away, you should be doing it naturally. You don't understand how much faster I am than you," he disappeared and a blur was surrounding me clouds of dust and leaves were brought up, then suddenly a ton of weight hit me.

When I opened my eyes Chris was on top of me. I tried to get out of his grip but it seemed impossible his hands seemed stronger than metal.

"Chris let go of me," I screamed. One of his hands quickly moved to my neck.

"No." His hands pressed against my neck hurting it.

"Stop! Stop! You're hurting me!" I yelled. But he squeezed tighter. "What are you doing Chris?" I yelled.

I screamed. No one was around to hear though. Chris was pressed on me his knees painfully digging into my thighs. I screamed again praying someone would come out and save me.

"Chris stop! You're going to kill me!" I yelled, but I was sure he was perfectly aware of that.

"Shut up!" Chris hissed strangling me harder.

"Why are you doing this," I asked my voice pained and strained from him chocking me, "I thought you cared about me."

"You can never trust anyone," he hissed in my ear.

"But I love you," I cried desperately.

"Then you are stupid to love a monster."

"Please stop!" I screamed.

"No."

"You'll kill me!"

"I understand that," his grip tightening.

"Why?"

"Because I'm a monster."

"No, you're better than that!"

"You've only known me for a few hours why do you think that?"

"Because you're better than that!"

"No, I'm not."

I screamed even louder.

"I thought I told you to shut up."

"Please!"

His grip was so tight, I had never felt such weight in my life.

"If you're so strong why havn't you killed me yet!"

"Maybe I want you to die a slow and painful death."

His grip tightened, I never imagined such pain had ever exsited. I wanted to scream so someone could hear me, but nothing would come out of my mouth. I tried to writhe out of his grasp, but he was much too strong.

I was going to die. I would never see my friends again. My family would never know what happened to me. I would die and I should have run away when I had the chance. Tears started streaming down my face.

Friday, 6:41 PM