Reminder-if you have not read the revised version of chapter 4 do it or you may become confused! I accidentally re-posted a previous chapter there instead of the actual chapter, so please re-read and sorry for the inconvenience! Oh and f.y.i; this is part of a trilogy, I have not written the other 2 so those will take me longer than this to post, but it won't take a year to write like this one! My updating might take longer in a bit because I have to fix things, maybe put some scenes into the other books because instead of a love triangle, there's like a love trapezoid or pentagon. Yeah... basically I put in too many hot guys who fall in love with Marisia and I need to introduce some other characters that end up with the extra guys since I can't take them out, they're all important! Oh and please review! :) I'm going to try and post a chapter a day, but only if I get at least three reviews per chapter! On my computer it's at 65,227 words and 191 pages with 29 chapters. So it could just be a month! But only if you review! :)
Chapter 6
Marisia sighs in content and rolls back over. She vaguely remembers a bad dream; something about being kidnapped and shot, which is just completely silly. It couldn't have happened. Abruptly, she is fully awake, completely released from the foggy world of sleep, and jumps up.
It wasn't a dream, she had been kidnapped and she had been shot. Then why did she feel completely fine? She examines her stomach and side. The skin is smooth, there's no mark at all. What the hell? She looks around the room and it appears to be an average hotel room; a bed, couch, T.V, kitchenette, small bathroom, microscopic closet. Everything is beige, and brown, with a few bad paintings of fruit thrown in. Oh, and Haydn just so happens to be perched on the edge of the bed and observing her coolly.
"Where am I? What did you do?" She exclaims, assuming the worst.
"Saved your life is what I did. You should be grateful."
"After you were the one to endanger it in the first place!" He flinches.
"I am very sorry about that, and by the way here's this." He tosses an object at her; she catches it and is surprised and relieved to see it's her mask, completely intact.
"Thanks." She says apprehensive.
"You're welcome." He replies with a nod. She senses he is trying to distract her.
"I was shot, why are there no marks?" She asks, dreading his response.
"I took you out, brought you to this hotel, since I obviously couldn't take you to a hospital." Haydn replies in a calm voice. He had totally avoided her question.
"I get that but what did you do?" She asks her voice rising, beginning to panic. He is by her side in an instant, placing a gentle, yet unmovable hand over her mouth. She immediately begins to struggle and attempts to scream.
"Hush, we don't want anyone coming here and thinking I kidnapped you do we? Now hold still and let me explain." She relaxes and he lessens his iron grip. Marisia takes the opportunity to break free and bolt towards the door, but once again he is there instantaneously, holding her down.
"Let me go! You did kidnap me! Let me go home, I don't care what you did or who those maniacs are or what you want to say, just let me go home!" Marisia almost begins crying it's simply too much, she slumps down in defeat. Immediately his face softens. He takes her in his arms and she doesn't even attempt to break free knowing it is futile.
"Hey it's okay, I just want to tell you some things then you can go right home I promise just listen to what I have to say alright?" She nods and he leads her back to the bed where she collapses suddenly exhausted.
"They said they were going to kill me because I know you; that you should have left me alone. Did you know this was going to happen when you first talked to me? Why did they want to kill me so much?" She asks, sounding hysterical. He sits down next to her, but she scoots away.
"I-I did think something could happen, something always seem to whenever I encounter you." He gives a bitter smile.
"They kept talking about this 'her', and that she had ordered them to kill me because it would hurt you. What the heck were they talking about?" He looks at her sharply, his bright green eyes momentarily flashing red.
"I have no clue, but I promise; if I ever find out who this monster is, they will die. And their death will not be a quick one." He gives a horrific fang filled smile. "This always happens, right when I'm just getting to know you!" He cries suddenly in frustration.
"Well I definitely don't want to get to know you if it's going to get me killed!" Marisia exclaims angrily. He looks away again.
"I know, and I promise after I tell you why all of this is happening I will leave you alone. It isn't safe for you to know me." She looks at him expectantly, and he gives a loud sigh.
"Are you certain you want to hear this?"
"Seriously how bad can it be? I have a right to know after all of that crap I just went through. I still don't get how I'm alive or at least how I'm not comatose. What the hell did you do?" Haydn looks at her steadily.
"You would have died, I had no other choice." Marisa had begun to calm down, but now panic rises.
"What did you do to me?" She cries leaping up again. Haydn is by her in a flash. He grabs her arms and holds them down at her sides; he's even stronger than the two vampire giants that had captured her.
"Will you calm down for one second? You said you want to know so I'm going to tell you," She struggles again. He gives her a cold glare. "Fine, I didn't want to do this but you leave me no choice." Haydn picks Marisia up as if she weighs no more than a loaf of bread and places her in a simple wooden chair pushed up under the desk. From his pocket he suddenly produces two pairs of handcuffs.
"No!" She cries, struggling to break free, remembering her captor's torture. Is he going to do the same to her? Did Haydn only free her just so he can kill her himself?
"Sorry," He says with a shrug, obviously not caring. "But you have to hear this and you said you want to; it could endanger your life if I don't inform you. But every time I begin to speak it somehow upsets you and you completely freak out and try to escape, so since you won't be reasonable…" He quickly restrains her ankles and wrists to the arms and legs of the chair.
"You can't do this!" Marisia cries indignantly, struggling to break free, but she only manages to tip her chair over which he grabs the instant before she would have face planted onto the hard floor. He gives her an amused look.
"Oh and what are you going to do to stop me?" He says grinning and raising an eyebrow at her like she's the stupidest and funniest little girl he's ever met. She glares at him, utterly furious and outraged.
"Fine, you have me, I can't run, now what did you do to me?" She demands, managing to keep her voice steady.
"I gave you my blood." He says calmly, staring into her eyes.
"You did what!" She screams, terrified. "Then I'm a vampire! Why did you do that?" He sighs in exasperation.
"No you're not a vampire you naïve little idiot, I only gave you enough so you wouldn't die!"
"And why not? Why do you care so much about me?" He rolls his eyes.
"I've been trying to tell you that forever, now you'll let me explain?"
"Yes! I do want to know why some psychopaths wanted to kill me!" She shrieks utterly fed up with this. He glares at her, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
"Fine, you want to know I'll tell you. You've been alive several times," Marisia opens her mouth to protest but he puts a hand up. "No, be quiet, let me finish." Marisia scowls but complies.
"Now as I was saying, you've been alive several times," She just stares at him like he's crazy. "How is this possible? I have no clue. How do I know this? Because I've been with you in several of them."
"This is insane! That's not possible, do you have any proof? "
"Like I've said before, your previous selves are exactly like you in every way, their personalities, looks, everything including the fact that they were vampire hunters too. You've even had the same parents every time; I believe they are supposed to protect you."
"From what?" He gives another bitter smile.
"From me. Every time I meet you, you die. And always before your seventeenth birthday."
"What! That's in three weeks!" He gives her a look of pure anguish.
"I know; you've always been born same day, same exact time. And that's why we have to figure out why this keeps happening before its too late! I can't lose you again!" He cries, grasping her shoulders in a painful grip.
"Why do you care so much about me Haydn?" She asks curiously. For some reason she wants to hold him, to comfort him, and assure him it will all be fine, but that's ridiculous. He looks at her steadily.
"Some might say we're soul mates. That every time we are ripped apart, you come back to try and be with me again," She gapes at him. "But you know that's just some people's theory." He ends with a shrug.
"This is nuts! I could never like, let alone be soul mates with a vampire!" She spits out in disgust and disbelief. He looks heartbroken, which he quickly covers with the cool mask. It was dawning on her, that this sounded completely plausible. That this psychotic story could and most likely was true, she did somehow care about this monster, this psycho, this stalker.
"I-I know, and though you may feel this way, I want you to know that I-I love you." He blurts out.
"You what!" Marisia screams in disbelief. "I barely know you!" He glares at her.
"Have you not been listening to a single word I've said?!" He snaps.
"I have and I don't believe a single word of it! I hate vampires, they killed my parents! They're monsters every single one of them including you! They all deserve to die!" She is surprised at the venom in her voice. He had saved her, and he truly seemed to care about her. And she is beginning to realize I'm starting to care about him too. No, he's a monster! The other voice argues. Remember what you've seen them do, remember what they did to your parents! The two voices argued back in forth, and she is so preoccupied by the ongoing war within her mind, that she doesn't even see the chilling expression forming on Haydn's face.
"You may feel like that now, but I will make you realize make you remember. There appears to be only way to do this," She looks up at him sharply, and when she sees his expression, she doesn't even recognize this insane person with the terrifying glint in his eyes.
"I don't know why I didn't think of this before," He continues rapidly, pacing back and forth. "You can't die, and you'll remember everything, you'll even be able to kill your parent's murders. It's a simple solution really; all we have to do is make you a vampire."