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Taken

I woke up in a strange room, the walls were draped with tapestries, all of them green, silver and gold. I lye there on what seems to be a bed with an intricate wooden headboard with what looked like a willow tree swaying in the breeze, the beautiful scene almost distracted me from my internal panic. Where am I? Where is Shamus? Am I dead? He must have killed me and this must be some sort of limbo...right? Oh dear God Luke! What will he do... he'll never see me again...I'll never see him again...

This is thought caused tears to stream down my face. I brushed the tears away as I checked my body for any teeth marks, anything really that could have caused my untimely demise, but I could find nothing...not even a scratch, I would have had at least some from my car crash...That's odd, I remember that I had a sprained ankle...my ankle feels fine well except for my stiff limbs. I felt like I haven't moved for a week.

As I get up from the bed I see a large medieval wooden door with a steel band and steel divots wrapped around it. The door opened to reveal Shamus; his eyes were as red as the blood that he drank, his black hair slicked back. He was wearing an olive green button up shirt and black dress pants; he looked as if he was just about to go to a black tie event. He smiled at me showing off his large white teeth and said, "Good morning sleepy head! How are you feeling?"

After getting over the initial shock that he was here and realizing that I am still alive, I ask with a shaky voice. "W-w-where am I?"

Shamus crimson eyes sparkled as he answered, "Why, Lily your home." I was both horrified and confused...Home? "What do you mean...Home?" Shamus chuckled gruffly and said, "You don't know your family history do you?"

Still confused I ask, "What does my family tree have to do with anything?" Shamus now coming closer to me said, "Do you mean that you have no idea what your family has done? You don't know why your family is famous?"

Fear and frustration pouring into me, I ask angrily, "My family isn't famous! What are you talking about?" Shamus now at the edge of the bed said, "I am talking about the McGivney Clan... The very one you belong to. Your family has been known for centuries as the one and only werewolf hunters!" Shamus smiled wickedly as he continued, "Yes werewolves exist! We vampires call them children of the night. They are the animals that can destroy us other then ourselves. Your ancestors, humans, figured out a way to kill them. Your family's legend goes down in history as they continued to hunt and kill werewolves. There was also a rumor that the McGivney's had a way to kill vampires as well..." As Shamus trailed off I began to comprehend my strange dreams, and why I've seen red eyes before...My grandfather told me tales of our family...what I thought were made up stories where actually true! Then I think of the story he told me once about a battle between my great great..etc...Grandfather a large wolf and a man..No, a vampire! "Aro!"

Shamus smirked and said, "Yes! One of your ancestors saved Aro...and Caius from one. That's another reason why your family is famous! You're the only humans that the Volturi respect." My breathing became shallow as I ask, "Is that why you took me? You were curious about the powerful McGivney line?"

His eyes became mischievous as he said, "Well...at first I did, but as I watched you I became interested." As he said this he came closer to the bed then lifting his knees as if to trap my ankles, closing them between to his two icy joints.

Fear now radiating from my body, I could barley say, "How long have you've been… watching?"

Shamus now trapping my arms to my body by putting both of his arms on either side of me menacingly, bringing his face just inches from mine. He then breathed on me and said, "About 5 years... I first saw you when you went on your trip to Minnesota; you were walking down the street with a group of people. It was then that I've felt this pull to you that I couldn't shake. It was then that I began to watch you," My eyes went wide, I have a vampire stalker! For five years! How could I not notice that! "I have to say you are quite popular, every time a guy would attempt to ask you out I would… convince them otherwise… I can get pretty jealous." So that's why I never got a date at my old school… I thought it was because of my hair. "When I saw you with that…vegetarian (Luke) I got really jealous. Your mine!" As he said the last part he took his icy cold hand and brushed it adoringly on my left cheek. His touch made my skin prickle and it sent horror down my cheek and traveled like a current through my body.

"Why, Why did you not introduce yourself to me? Why keep yourself hidden?" I asked in a quiet voice.

"I loved to watch you so much, I decided that when you were the right age that I would introduce myself…seeing that you were twelve when I first saw you."

"So you've been planning this for a while?" I choked out.

"Well yes, but my plans were cut short due to your little boyfriend; I was planning on taking you when you were about twenty. Then he came along. I couldn't stand it any longer… so I took you." Shamus now brushing his hand along my arm all the way down to my hip, Shamus sighed as he began the process on my other side. This action nauseated me; no one should touch me like this except for Luke.

"So what are you going to do with me now that you have me?" I asked in a shaky voice, he's going to kill, or he'll turn me into what he is…making be his for all eternity! I couldn't think of a thing more horrifying, it would be better if he killed me.

Shamus smiled widely, his ruby eyes sparkling, "I plan on keeping you Darling…I want to keep you human until your twenty then," His hand now at the hollow of my throat creeping up all the way to my chin, "I'll make you mine." This sent a shiver down my spine.

"S-s-s-o I'm never leaving this place." I stuttered in fear.

"Exactly!" Shamus now grinning at himself, satisfied with his actions leaned down and pressed his cruel cold lips upon mine, making me feel so violated that I wanted to puke.