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His red eyes stared back at me, through brown messed up short hair. He stood calmly before me, inhaling my scent as I could see. He wasn't a bad-looking vampire, he only looked dirty. I wasn't backing out, although I was scared stiff, and I wasn't going to be able to move. He walked around me, looking at me, from my feet to my eyes once more.
"Beautiful," he hissed in a low voice.
"I know." I said fearlessly, I couldn't let him know I was terrified, he had something I wanted, something I would die for.
"Foolish..." I was going to interrupt but he put his cold -and dirty- finger to my lips, shutting my mouth. "Do you have any idea of what your dealing with?" His eyes narrowed at me, underestimating me. The fool here was clearly him.
"More than you'd imagine, I know a lot more about you than you'd wish me to know." I stared blankly.
"Well, that's good, no need to explain why you are going to be dying then, love." He grinned. "Perhaps now you will surrender, and not anger me with your screaming in vain,. You know what I want, and you shall give it to me." This was exactly what I wanted, conversation -my chance to trick anything out of him.
"You'd think I only came to die, but your wrong, you see..." I tried forming my sentences convincingly, and then I realized I was in luck. "Are you alone? Where is your mate? Surely such an attractive," -I whispered to him, coming closer- "manly, stunningly beautiful vampire as yourself cannot be living eternity alone?" Seducing him must have been working, because I was still standing.
"Manly, you say?" He chuckled. Definitely, this was working. "What exactly is it you are looking for in the middle of the night in the woods? Clearly, you must have a death wish."
"Yes, I do have a death wish. I want to die, to become one of you. I want to be a vampire, to have a vampire as my mate, and I may be in luck. You seem to be alone." I was taunting him, clearly, because at this point I had my arm around his neck.
"You don't know what you're asking," he looked down at me, "being one of us is all but satisfactory." He sincerely said.
"I want love," I was such a good actress, any man would have bowed down to me at this point, obeying my every demand. It was only fair I was dealing with a vampire.
"Is that all your looking for? I can assure you I can make you feel loved, but are you really willing to go that far?" He was unsure, incredible. The vampire was feeling guilty about turning me. I must have really been irresistible to him. "I could kill you."
"I'm dead sure," I smiled, letting him know I trusted him deeply. His hands caressed my face, as if measuring me -as a trophy mate- I was sure.
"What's your name?" He stated simply.
"Isabeli," I whispered, and as if that sealed the deal he lowered his face to my neck and bit me. Sharp pain made me wince as he bit me, and sucked blood, but I still was able to ask back, distracting him, so he would stop, "what's yours?"
"Freja," he murmured licking his lips, "and I'm not a man."
"You're not?" I asked confused.
"Your taste is luscious..." he mused. "And I'm a woman, surely that won't bother you?" She tested me, probably to see if I'd complain, he -she, still had time to kill me.
"Not at all," as I uttered these last words as a human I kissed her, letting no place for doubt that I wanted to be changed for her.
The three days that followed I can't remember, I only know she carried me through the woods, letting me change entirely on top of a rock, deep into the forest, where no one, I was sure, heard my screams.