Awaking my head hurts and I feel out of sorts. I’m in a strange room, a bedroom. A man stands at the foot of the canopied bed, watching me.
Attempting to rise, he’s fast-moving in a blur and a breeze of air. He’s seated next to me. I can’t move, I’m in a state of shock.
“Am I dead?”
His piercing gaze frightens me, and his hand around my throat reinforces the reality of my situation.
Afraid, but not about to go quietly into the night, I fight. My hand on his I try to pry his hand off of my neck. Kicking and flailing about in a panic, his grip tightens.
Hitting him with my fist, he pins me to the bed. The anger in my eyes amuses him, and his small smile softens his features.
Screaming in agitation, his soft laughter infuriates me further and I try again for his face. I aim to scratch his frighteningly beautiful light-colored eyes out.
Leaning in close to me, he inhales deeply.
“Mmm...” Savoring my scent, I go still not knowing what to do.
His teeth bared, I notice the elongated teeth. “What are you?”
“Shouldn’t it be who am I?” He asks, releasing me.
Backing away his gaze still on me, I consider my options. He’s fast as the man who attacked me, so trying to run isn’t worth the effort.
He’s strong, but I’ve never been one to just lie down and die. Nope, Mr. beautiful eyes is going to have to work for this murder.
My eyes darting quickly around the room, I’m looking for something to hit him with.
“Might I suggest running?”
“Is that what stimulates the predator in you?”
I’m out of the bed quickly, but he doesn’t budge from his post on the other side.
“You think that you know what I am?”
“Whatever you are you’re not going to let me go are you?”
“I trying to decided if I should drink you.”
A vampire wannabe, he’s crazy! Flight sounds plausible right now and so I take my chances on that.
Heading for the door, he’s in front of it in a flash blocking my exit.
Backing away from him, he advances. A game for him that I’m not going to play.
Going for the only window in the room, he beats me to it. A blur moving past me with speed, I know that he’s not human.
Standing in front of the window, he has a sardonic smile on his face.
If we’d met in another time, and another place, I probably would have found him attractive.
Seconds tick by with him standing as still as a statue, and my fear mounting with each frazzled breath that I take.
Might as well get this over with...
“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?”
“I like you.” He says, with a small light.
“You’re not going to kill me?”
“No, but I can’t let you go either.”
“I have family, they’ll come looking for me.”
“Your father the drunk that you ran away from after your mother died? When was the last time that you saw him?”
How the hell does he know about my family?
“Your friend the light-haired one has a loose tongue.”
I owe Tara an ass-whooping and speaking of...
“Where’s my friend, and the others that I was with?”
“More than likely dead...unless they’re being kept as pets.” He says moving closer to me, backing me into the bedpost.
“The others, they’re like you?”
Taking in my scent again, his breathing becomes heavy and then controlled. A low inhuman growl brings fear to my heart.
“I thought that you weren’t going to bite me.”
“Then don’t tempt yourself.”
A freaking vampire! He’d proven it alright, taking me on a hunt with him.
He’d killed those people with his bare hands, drunk from them and I’d ran.
I should have known better. I’d ended up back in his grasp. My body hitting the tree roughly, his strong grip on my throat.
“Stop running from me, I’m not going to hurt you.” He says, letting me go.
“Then let me go.”
“I can’t, you’re been exposed to us. Either I kill you, or I turn you.”
“You said something about becoming a pet, what does that entail?”
He has a wonderful laugh.