A/n alrright here we go, thanks for the reviews in the previous chapter and heres another one just as promised :D

I blinked and looked around the room. Where am I? The room was very clearly an old room, maybe some type of bedroom. I was sitting on a bed with old flowered covers that looked half eaten by moths or something. It had brass bed posts that looked like they hadn't been cleaned for while. The walls were a faded blue with slightly darker blue stripes. The carpet was gray, as was the roof. I could tell that sometime in the past both had been white. Beside the bed, there was a small brass end table with an alarm clock that didn't fit in the era of the room. The clock looked like it was newly purchased and was run on batteries that showed the time was 2 o'clock. Probably 2am The only other thing in the room was a dark wood door with a brass doorknob across from the bed.

I felt a sudden itch in my foot and reached forward, grinning when I found out that I could because my arms weren't tied together like I thought.

I stretched my arms and legs, I was still wearing the dress from earlier. I stood up and looked around trying to plan my escape. First I took off the shoes, there was no way I would be able to run in them. I tried the door knob and to my surprise it was unlocked. I cautiously walked out into the hallway. I saw more doors down the hallway and realized I was at the hotel Dumort. All the windows were boarded up so I had no idea how high up I was. I walked silently down the hall way expecting to be attacked at any moment. When I got to the end of the hall, I opened the door to the stairs. That's when it all went wrong.

Leaning against the wall was… someone. I was pretty sure he was a he and a vampire, but other than that I couldn't really see who he was.

I slowly started closing the door, hoping just maybe he hadn't seen me… but of course, that wasn't the case.

"Now what do you think you're doing?" he asked with a voice like velvet. It seemed like it had the hint of an accent.

I said nothing just turned and ran down the hall looking for a different way out. I looked around wildly and found nothing. Then I saw it. There was a little hatch to the roof. I ran as fast as I could and jumped, my fingertips grazed the string. I grabbed it and pulled it down. No stairs or a ladder came out. I ran and jumped again. And grabbed the edge of the hole and pulled myself up. I noticed the vampire was just walking towards me. Just like the murderers in a movie, but I wasn't a stupid heroine that would trip and get caught. I'm Rose Wayland and I'm ready to kick some butt. I looked around and saw some old sort of sword. I kept looking and saw a cross. I glanced at the hole. I could see his fingertips on the edge now. I didn't have much time. I tied the cross to the sword and waited for him to come.

He pulled himself up and saw the sword with the cross and laughed. "You think you can beat me with that?" He asked,

I nodded, "Yes, I can and will."

He lunged at me and I swung the sword hitting him with the tip and smirking when his skin started to smoke a little there. He moved and tried jumping at me from another angle, crap! He was fast. I swung the sword again and hit him in the thigh with the cross part. His jeans ripped from the sharpness of the sword and he was hit again with the cross. He was looking quite angry now. He jumped again, and if you had been watching and blinked, you would have missed the whole thing… that's what happened to me. You can't blame me, a person has to blink… right?

In under a second, the sword was knocked out of my hands and he had tackled me to the ground.

"That wasn't very smart of you love," he laughed. His laugh was just like the guys from other night. Dark. Evil. And really irritating. I kneed him in the stomach as hard as I could, but I really didn't have much room to manoeuvre seeing as I was pinned to the ground by some 200 pound vampire. He didn't even flinch.

He gave me a smirk "you're going to have to try harder than that."

I growled, "Oh go to hell."

He laughed, "Already have."

I tried to move out from under him, but my arms were pinned to the ground by his grip.

"hey if it wouldn't be too much of an issues you could get off me"

"awwww you don't like me laying on top of you? What girl doesn't like an insanely good looking guy laying on them?"

I rolled my eyes, "not exactly."

"would you rather me somewhere else?"

"OF COURSE I WOULD! I would rather you be lying dead in a pool of holy water in the sunlight."

"Didn't your mother ever teach you manners?" he asked agitated,

I smirked "yep, but I don't be nice to murderers."

He slapped me and my head turned sideways. Dang that hurt! But I didn't show it on my face,

"somebody needs to teach you a lesson." he growled.

"who are you? My mother?" I asked sarcastically. He growled again and quickly ducked his head down. His mouth was on my neck searching for a good vein for a moment then I felt his fangs sink into my neck. I screamed and tried to move away which made it hurt even more. I laid absolutely still, there was nothing I could do to stop it.

A/n I know its really short, but I just had to end it here… and who is this mystery guy? I would like to hear all your guys guesses, first person to get it right can design a character for later if they want J