I let the thought wander out of my mind as the thirst grew even more intense. Out of instinct I growled deeply into the night air, no one was going to take my meal.
Suddenly four men jumped from the roof, all of them had red eyes just like me, but they gave off a different scent then the one I was looking for. These men made me nervous, but I am not the type to run away so I got into a low crouch and snarled.
"Whoa there good lookin, you are the one trespassing on our territory," said the leader of the group.
He was well built, with brown hair and bright red eyes. I memorized the scars and creases of each of the men. None of the men looked like they were more then 20 years old, with the youngest looking about 15. They looked like they were soldiers, judging by the uniform pants they wore.
"Jonah, can I take care of it? Please? You guys never let me have a go and this crazy newborn was about to kill a kid," the youngest whimpered.
"Haha, maybe you are right Tobias. Let's see you dispatch this "crazed" newborn."
I couldn't believe what was happening. In a matter of moments I found out that there were more of my kind but now they were going to try and kill me. To bad for them I have always been a fighter, one of those "can't judge a book by its cover" kind of girls. Before the young boy could cross into my space I had jumped over him and effortlessly removed his head. When I landed I looked up at the other three and let out the most feral snarl I could muster up. Two of them ran off, carrying the pieces of their friend with them, but Jonah had remained. He walked up to me with disgust and confusion in his eyes. He lowered himself into a crouch and the battle was on again.
Our bodies crashed together, creating a thunderous metallic sound. I avoided his teeth and his pitiful attempts to rip off limbs when I got the upper hand. Throwing him to the ground I went in for the kill, when I smelled the wonderful scent of honey and jasmine. A simple smell distracted me enough for Jonah to grab a hold of my arm. I could feel it twisting and separating, when I saw where the intoxicating aroma was coming from.
"Now that isn't how we treat ladies now is it Jonah?"
The voice came out commanding and powerful, but it was still the sexiest thing I ever heard. Jonah released my arm, and I'm pretty sure if he were human he would have soiled himself. I got up to my feet and back into my crouch, unsure of any impending attack.
"I'm sorry Major, I'll do better next time," Jonah whimpered.
What a coward he was. I soon learned why the Major demanding the respect that he did. In a flash he bolted towards Jonah and then there were body parts. I have no other way to explain it unless you were to tie dynamite to a rock and blow it up. There were just pieces everywhere, and the pieces were then set on fire. I sat in awe as the flames began to grow, but the smell was awful. The assault on my senses continued, but the flames allowed me to see my savior clearer.
He was taller and had built like a true cowboy. His blond hair was shaggy but not long or unkempt, but it was the fierceness in his eyes that made me even more intrigued. He looked like a man who was constantly on the watch and was always strategizing. Someone not to be messed with that was for sure. The feelings I had should have been completely different. I should have been scared, ready for another fight, instead I was just curious and really attracted to this man. I slowly got up from my crouch.
"Who are you and what do you want," It came out a lot bitchier then I intended.
"My name, miss, is Major Jasper Whitlock and it would be in your best interest to show a little kindness to someone who saved your life."
I felt like a complete ass, but the shock of the evening was definitely getting to me and I just wanted to get away somewhere.
"I apologize. I'm just shocked that there are more like me and…"I lost my train of thought because I was overcome by a feeling of submission and lust.
"Hmm. Well Miss…?"
"…Shayla."
"…Miss Shayla, come with me and I will teach you all you need to know, but there are going to be some rules when we get there." He said kindly with his sweet southern drawl.
"What do you mean? Go where? What Rules? Like hell I'm going with you, you just killed someone you crazy asshole," I started to scream as the rage began to build again.
Two things happened to me in that instant: I learned one of my first rules and I became the Major's for eternity.
He grabbed my throat in an instant and pinned me in the snow. I tried to let out a growl but it would not escape his grasp. Struggling proved to only tighten his grip and I feared my head would pop off if he squeezed much harder. The most disturbing part of this was that when he spoke he was perfectly calm.
"Now darlin, there is no reason to do this the hard way. A fine woman such as yourself should carry yourself better. So here is your first rule, never disrespect me, you will be punished and you have been warned," he whispered into my ear and then he placed a gentle kiss on my neck, followed by the second most painful bite I have ever endured.
"Be a good girl and follow me now."