Chapter 4
I would like to thank the one's who reviewed this story, I apologize that I haven't updated it in few years, but here is the long awaited chapter. I own only Raven
Guests came one after another as the party started to get into the full swing, although she didn't notice most of it as she was trying still trying to figure out how to get out the handcuffs. At first she tried to pull her wrist out, but all she had been succeeding in doing was to rub her wrist raw, giving an irritated sigh as she now decided to flick her eyes around the room, her eyes landing on the guest for the first time, although she had seen them come in and out of the elevator, she had ignored them until now anyway. The first few things that she noted about them that they all seemed to feel the same way and what she meant by feel, there was something that she sensed about them. Like she was a sheep in a room full of wolves, unknown to her that was what she was. Besides the fact that they all seemed to be looking at her with hunger in their eyes, and with those looks, she wanted more than anything to be back in her white prison. Her mind knew that she would be safe in there, at least she hoped that she would be.
She caught movement out of the corner of her eyes, she and she flicked her gaze over to the source of it. What she found was a man, if she guessed, had to be about twenty or so. He was dressed in a pair of black pants and a dark green shirt, which seemed to bring out his emerald eyes, his sandy blond hair that seemed that it didn't know where it wanted to lay, so it just laid all over the place. When Raven's eyes caught his, he gave her a soft smile followed by a wink as he set a bottle of water next to her. Raven's heart skipped a beat as she felt her face start flush. The way he looked at her, was different the way Deacon did. He looked at her like she was his property, this man looked at her with true affection and she felt like if he asked for her heart that she would give it to him. Deacon must have sensed this as she noted that he was next to her, his hand on her shoulder, and giving the other man a glare, which caused him to quickly take his leave, much to Raven's disappointment.
"Don't think about falling in love with anyone?" He hissed in her ear, "You are mine remember that." He gave a hard squeeze on her shoulder as she gave a soft whimper of pain as she felt his grip release and he walked off. Suddenly a scream issued from somewhere in the crowd, causing the rest of the guest to turn their heads toward the source as silence filled the room. A woman ran through the crowd, her hand clutched at the side of the neck as a crimson liquid slide down her shoulder on to her clothes. Her eyes were wide with fear as she searched the room for someone, anyone to help her. No one came to her rescue as she stood there, or it seemed that no one did as Deacon came slowly up to her. Her voice was as shake as her body as she tried to explain what happened to him.
"Shh...shh.." He said as wrapped her arms around her, as if he was trying to tell her that it was okay, he turned around so that her back was faced toward Raven, his face slowly moved down the side of the women's. His nose pressed against her neck as his eyes closed for a second, before he opened them again. His eyes locked on Raven's as an evil smirk passed his lips, before his mouthing open and showing Raven his fangs before they sank down into the women's neck. A scream of pain turned into a soft whimper of pleasure as Deacon started to drink from her.
Raven's eyes were huge as she watched this, the only thought that was moving through her mind was. No this can't be real, they can't be real. This is a dream. She now knew what he was, he was a vampire and everything she knew about them or thought she knew about them had gone out the window. Society told her that they didn't exist, couldn't exist. They were for movies and books, but here he was standing right in front of her. Her mind was still was trying to figure out what was going on, her heart hammered against her chest and her hands went cold. In slow motion as if time was standing still, he released the women's body and she watched as it fell to the floor and before she hit it, she knew that she was dead. Her violet eyes moved from the body to him, if he could kill this women without any remorse, what was going to happen to her? Right now her world was shattered, she didn't know what to believe anymore.
Her breath seemed to be caught in her throat as he walked up to her, her mind thinking of every worst possibility that could happen to her, the only conclusion that her mind could think of was that he was going to kill her. Her eyes focused on the blood on his face as flinched as his hands gripped the side of her face and he placed a bloody kiss on her forehead. "Welcome to your new life." He whispered to her as he undid the handcuffs.
"Quinn," He shouted out as the Quinn came up to her. "I think she has had enough of the party, take her to her room."
This time she didn't fight as she almost ran out of the room, Quinn on her heels. Reaching the door, she threw it open. Keep tears and the fact that wanted to scream in check, as soon as she heard the lock click behind her, she gave a stifle sob as she used the sleeve of her shirt to wipe of the bloody kiss off of her forehead. How could Brenda's house."her parents work for someone like that?