Disclaimer: I do not own Fright Night in any shape or form. I do however own Samantha.
Thank you all to the lovely reviews and support. But I am extremly sorry, for those viewers who are underage. This story will be upgrading to M rating for there for, I plan on doing future citrus smut in this story. I apologize to my readers if that bothers you but I believe what is a true vampire story without any wonderful lemons and limes.
If this bother's you, I am yet again sorry.
Warnings: This chapter does contain mentions of smut, but not the real deal yet.
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"You broke into his house?" Samantha hissed as she made her way threw the hallway's of the school, her head mildly buzzing with a headache as she glared at her brother walking beside her.
"That's beside the point. I tell you what I saw, and I'm begging you, just please stay away from him! He's dangerous." She sighed and looked down, a guilt feeling spreading threw her as she nodded her head.
"Okay, Char. I'll stay away from him." Oh God. How she hated lying to her brother knowing all of it was true and he only wanted to protect her, but how could she stay away from him when he already had her tightly in his grasp?
Charley nodded his head and hugged his sister tightly before heading towards the library. She sighed running a hand threw her hair and made her way to class, her thoughts still occupied with Jerry Dandrige.
Life.
Her Life.
Her Essence.
Jerry Dandrige had these thoughts running around his mind as he sat silently watching "The Real Housewives of Orange County," sipping casually on his beer. What made her so different from all the rest? What made her worthy of his consumed mind that made him think of her the whole damn time?
His.
His to consume.
His to poses.
Yes, he had thousand of woman before his little Samantha came along, so what was it that had him wanting, craving her every second that went by?
Was it her fear that compelled him? Was it her scent? The way her blood pumped like a flowing river threw her veins? Her tormenting goddess like body he just wanted to bury himself into?
No.
Even with all these wonderful reasons popping up, neither satisfied his questions.
No.
She is his and only his.
And he'd be damned of her little meddling brother got in the way. He had smirked and thrived in the glory as he let Charley play the hero, the hero that so dumbly ventured into enemy territory, the hero that rescued the damsel in distress and he had laughed at the expression on the seventeen year old's horrified face as Doris had perished into ash when the sunlight hit her body.
Seductive.
Beautiful.
His.
He didn't believe in the idiotic and stupid word that had everyone whipped to their captor's submission. Love.
No. He didn't believe in a thing called Love. Threw all his existence, he only caused pain, anguish, torment and blood where ever he went. He never had time to feel the emotion called love, he only caused destruction upon destruction, so what was different this time?
He didn't want to feel the emotion called Love. But the question that whirled around his mind like a speeding tornado: Did he love his little Samantha?
No. He wouldn't be called weak. He wouldn't fall in love with a human. He'd consume her body and then kill her if it meant that this torture she caused of his mind and body to perish like all the other woman he had consumed before her.
Yes.
He would admit he cared for his dear Samantha. But that did not mean he loved her in any way.
Every passing minute, her beautiful innocent brown eyes flashed across his mind, had craved her body all over again. He wanted to poses her body. He wanted her body to cry again and again as she gave away to submission.
And then it was as if a light bulb switched on his head and he sneered at nothing. It all came together like a tidal wave ready to sweep him down the ocean's floor.
She was his.
She was his beautiful Mireasă.
And he'd kill anyone standing in his way to get what he wants, and all he knew is that he wanted her, his Mireasă.
Getting off the bus, Sam sighed as she ran a hand threw her hair before making her way towards her house, avoiding to glance at Jerry's but failed miserably.
Her brother had told her that he was going to see a man named Peter Vincent somewhere in Vegas, a man that could possibly help them with their little vampire problem next door.
Mine...
Her body froze as she stopped in the middle of the street, her eyes wide as her head craned towards the house, her eyebrows furrowed.
She swore she heard Jerry's voice, but where was he? She certainly couldn't have heard him if he was in his house, could she?
Come to me...
Her eyes widened her body seemed to be in a trance.
That's a good girl...
Her feet carried her towards Jerry's front door, her heart pounding against her chest loudly as her breathing rose to gasps.
Mine...
There it was again. His unmistakable voice echoing in her mind as her trembling hand reached forward, grasping the doorknob and twisting it. The door slowly creaked open, a tiny crack of sunlight streaming into the door.
Her eyes blinked, her mind returning to her as her heart pounded heavily against her chest. "Shit!" She cursed under her breath as she stepped away from his door, and turned around, ready to escape before-
A hand shot forward, wrapping tightly around her wrist and yanked her into the darkness, her breathing stopped as her back slammed against the now locked door.
"That wasn't very nice of you, Sam." His voice whispered in her ear as he nuzzled her neck. "Why would you run away? Was it something that I did?" His hand fisted a handful of hair as he harshly pulled her neck upwards, her eyes snapping open as she stared back into his.
A dark emotion flashed across his eyes as a smirk appeared on his lips. She shook her head. "N-no." He grinned leaning forward, his dark eyes flickering between her gaze.
"Your lying," he hissed as her eyes widened, a gasp of pain escaping her lips as she found herself harshly being slammed against a wall. "Let me show you what I do to liars, my sweet Mireasă." Before she could scream for help, for anything, his mouth descended on hers, muffling her scream as his tongue slid in her mouth, twirling around her own as he claimed it.
Her mind went blank as she whimpered. Was he finally going to kill her?
If he was, then so be it.
Her arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed back just with as much force and hunger he gave to her.
That's my girl. Give in. You were made for me...
His hands slid down -cupping her backside roughly- before pushing her upwards against the wall, her slender legs wrapping around his waist as they both fought for dominance, but in the end he won as he nipped at her bottom lip, his eyes darkening as a single drop of her sweet essence touched his tongue and all his control slipped.
He moaned at the taste that exploded in his mouth as he took her mouth over and over again, his hips grinding against hers as he ripped off the material that hid his prizes. He broke the kiss, grinning as he felt her heart pound against his chest as her took in her semi-naked torso.
He groaned in appreciation at the way the pink laced bra hugged her breasts together. "Your so beautiful." She flushed wildly as her chest rose up and down, breathless gasps escaping her lips as he leaned towards her neck, kissing and trailing his tongue down her neck, and towards her caged breasts.
He growled at the material, his greedy hands roaming towards her back, his fingers sliding beneath the clip and a grin appeared before it faded as she shook her head, her hands frantically pushing him away and before he could register the fact that she was out his arms, she was already out the door before he could stop her.
He growled as his hand rested on the doorknob, his own chest heaving up and down before yelling out in anger, his fist lunging forward as he punched the wall.
You can run all you want Samantha...
Her chest rose as her heart pounded against her chest, her blood pumping in her ears as she found herself sprinting up the stairs and into her room, slamming her bedroom door shut before sliding down, a sob escaping her lips.
Be sure that even Hell won't keep me away from having what's mine...
Her nightmare only just begun.
Author Note: I rather enjoyed writing this chapter for you all. Thank you for my silent readers and reviewers. Thanks to all those who have favorited and followed my story. I appreciate it a lot.