A/N: HI! I got this chapter out early! YAY! Plz R&R mostly I want you to read. I sort of love this chapter and hate it at the same time. Plz tell me how you like it…. even if you hate it…It will probably knock down some of my confidence of my writing skills but I like honest people….believe me I'm one of them. --Snowy

Chapter 11

"Marcus…" I began, but the knife was pressed tighter to my throat.

"I could have given you everything you ever dreamed of having, Eleanor." He whispered angrily. "I got a letter from your father this morning. He said that he regretfully had to reject my proposal under certain circumstances."

My eyes widened, as a gasp escaped my lips. Then suddenly I was thrown against the alley wall. Marcus stared at me with eyes, which made me nauseas.

"I have always wondered…" He said quietly, tracing the knife down my neck and across my breast. I began trembling with fright as he pushed his body closer to mine.

"Don't please don't…" I begged, as he pinned my hands against the wall. He chuckled darkly.

"We could have done this traditionally." He said moving his face closer to mine. I turned my face so he couldn't reach my lips. I would never let him—suddenly he grabbed my jaw and jerked my face back. He stared into my terrified eyes and laughed, then placed his greedy lips on mine.

There was two options I could let him dishonor me, or I could fight. I choose to fight. I used my free hand—that he had released—and raked my fingernails down his cheek. He yelped and released me for the moment—that was all I needed. I bolted toward the light at the end of the alleyway.

I didn't get to far when something hit me from behind, forcing me to the alley's floor. I was roughly turned on my back, blood dripped onto to my face when I looked up. I noticed long jagged gashes running down Marcus's cheek.

"You'll pay for that Eleanor." Marcus said through clenched teeth. I struggled underneath him, grabbing his wrist trying not to let his hands get any closer to me. The knife was still in his right hand and he was straining against me. He was to strong for me and my arms began to shake and then crumbled.

The breath came out of me in a whoosh as the knife was plunged into me—just below my ribs. Warm liquid rushed into and out of my mouth. I was going to die… I could feel it, my simple life flashed before my eyes. When Alex came into view it wasn't so bad. I would miss him even if I hadn't known him very long, but I knew I was in love with him. Anywhere I went I would always love him.

Marcus POV

Her eyes were glazing over as she stared up at me. I became uneasy; I glanced down at the knife that was plunged into her. I pushed myself off her and stared down at her.

"This is your on fault, Eleanor." I muttered. Her blood stained body mangled on the ground was pretty sad at her once beauty.

Then I heard it… it sounded like footsteps coming toward us. I turned in the direction instantly thinking of what to say when the person saw the bloody body. She was attacked and I was trying to save her from her attacker, but a knife was plunged into her in the struggle, I thought anxiously.

As the footsteps got closer, I squinted in the darkness—it was odd, pale glowing figure that was walking toward me. I blinked, surprised, as red illuminating eyes pierce through the darkness.

Faster than I thought possible, a man stood in front of me. He had menacing red eyes glaring murderously at me, underneath windblown pitch black hair. He glanced over my shoulder at Eleanor, and then back at me—his face suddenly turned murderously angry. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and a chill shot down my spine.

"I should do ten times as worse you did to her," He growled grabbing my throat and raising me off my feet.

Alex's POV

With a quick flick of my hand I threw him head first into the alley wall. I quit breathing in; the taste of her blood was almost too much. I flashed to her side, and cradled her in my arms. She stared at me with dull green eyes and a weak smile came upon her face.

"Ella…I'm so sorry." I whispered hoarsely, she raised her trembling hand placing it on my cheek. I held her hand there. "I should of watched you more closely. I didn't heed Margie's words… I didn't think you would go on your own. I thought I could watch you… making sure nothing happened to you."

I didn't want to lose her, but it had to be her choice. I really didn't know if I could change her—her blood smelled too sweet—so it was better this way.

"Change… me." Her chocked words were barely audible, but I heard her. "Can't… lose… you." She whispered between every ragged breath

"Ella are you sure? I could carry you to a doctor, he could save you." Though I said the words, I knew no human could save her—her heart beat was slowing every second.

"I… love… you." She breathed unevenly.

"And I love you, young one." I said softly. I leaned toward her neck, the furious roar that came from my human instinct was instantly dulled by determination. I kissed her neck softly, and then bit into her flesh.

The sweet taste flowed into my mouth, she piercingly scream bounced off the brick walls, but I covered her mouth to muffle her scream. The monster inside me kept on drinking, but I knew if I continued I would kill her. I pulled back abruptly and her eyes where wide with fright as they connected with mine.

"You're going to be ok Ella, I swear it." I promised, picking her up in my arms. "As long as I live… I swear I'll never let this happen again. I'll never leave your side again."