Chapter Two - Alex (Miami, FL)

My head was throbbing. That was the first pain I noticed �" my head exploding inside. The second was that my wrists felt like they had their circulation cut off. Lastly, the rest of my body felt like it had been hit by a dump truck…

            Then flattened by a steam roller.

            I slowly opened my eyes to see what time it was. I couldn’t believe I had gotten to sleep after that nightmare. So many had died and there was blood everywhere. And it was all so that thing could get to me. What was he supposed to be anyways? A monster? A demon?

            Or was he just some psychotic killer?

            When I saw my surroundings, I froze. I wasn’t in my cozy little room, beneath a soft flannel blanket. No, instead I was in a spacious chamber that reminded me of the cathedrals in the city. The blanket I was covered in was black and silky and extremely heavy. I felt like I was sweating to death beneath it. It was also still dark out, probably a little before dawn.

            Where the hell was I?

            I suddenly noticed the increased weight over my waist and down my leg. With my eyes wide from fear, I slowly turned over to see what, or who, was in back of me. When I did, I screamed, flying off the bed and nearly onto the floor.

            The man that was behind me had grabbed hold of both my hip and arm and pulled me back onto the gigantic bed. The pain in my limbs intensified greatly. It was worse when I screamed again.

            “Shhh, it’s alright. You’re safe with me Alexandria,” His voice was soft and deep, almost sounding like a cat’s purr. He slipped an arm beneath me and the other around the other side of my waist. He was over top of me in a second, trapping me to the bed. He was grinning brightly, his teeth extremely white with two �"

            Were they fangs?!

            Another scream escaped my throat, only this time combined with the words help. He frowned and a hand appeared over my lips, silencing me. “I hope you are this loud on our honeymoon, my dear,” He chuckled.

            I felt like a deer trapped in headlights. I couldn’t move under his weight, nor could I speak with his hand over my mouth. All I could do was gaze at him and see what he looked like. He was young, at least nineteen or twenty. He could be younger for all I know. His hair was black and shiny, more than the curtains that hung over the windows. It was medium length and somewhat choppy and uneven. His eyes were bright amber that almost glowed. His skin was paler than mine, which was very rare. His shoulders and arms were toned and well muscled.

            My God, he was shirtless.

            As my eyes traveled downward, scared of what they might find, I noticed that I was in some kind of night gown that clung to my skin. It was red, two shades darker than my own hair. I couldn’t see anything below our waist because of the cover over us. I was scared to see anyways.

            “If I move my hand, will you scream again?” He asked curiously, amusement in his eyes. I couldn’t lie so I nodded. He seemed to find that funny. “So honest…I like that in a woman.”

            He moved his hand anyways and rolled back onto his side, though he still held onto me. I kept staring at the ceiling, trying not to flinch when he moved his leg to wrap around my hips. He pulled me closer so that my head was against his chest and my body faced his. His skin tingled on mine, feeling like ice. His arms around locked on my lower back, hovering dangerously low. I bit my lip, asking myself what to do.

            “You are awfully quiet, love. Did the screaming put a strain on your voice? I could always get some tea for you. It would help tremendously with the soreness,” He offered, propping himself up on his elbow to look down at me. His expression was kind and gentle, unlike the dream.

            Was it a dream?

            “You murdered those people.” The words came out in a harsh whisper before I could stop them. He frowned and pushed some hair away from my face. I felt my muscles tightened from the repulsion. He must have not felt it or maybe he just didn’t care, but he stroked my cheek next.

            “They were trying to keep you away from me, Alexandria. They wouldn’t step aside when you yelled. It needed to be done,” He explained carefully. His hand traveled down my neck and side until it settled on my hip.

            “You’re a monster.” There went the words again. Apparently, my mind had no control over my voice at this time.

            A look of sheer pain and hurt crossed over his face when the last word hung in the air. His hand tightened on my hip, but not painfully hard.

            “I am not a monster. I was only trying to reach you. Those stupid humans had no right to stick their noses into my business. I only did what was necessary.”

            I stopped my self from saying anymore about it, fearing he would get mad. Instead, I decided to ask a question that I already knew the answer to.

            “Are you a vampire?”

            He nodded and the smile returned. He leaned down and touched his lips to my forehead. I held my breath, waiting for it to be over. “And soon, you shall be one too, my love.”

            His cold breath lingered on my skin as he hovered over me. He then leaned down to kiss my lips. I couldn’t stop myself from going with what felt natural, which was kissing him back. My mind screamed to stop it but my body had other ideas…ideas that scared the crap out of me.

            After a few minutes he pulled back enough so that our lips were separate but our foreheads touched. “If you keep kissing like that, I might break my promise and have you before the wedding. That would get me into a lot of trouble, Alexandria. Though that trouble might be worth it.” His hand went a bit farther south as he kissed me once again before rolling away and off the bed. He was quite tall, probably over six feet. I felt tiny compared to him, which was comforting and scary. He was only in black boxer shorts, which made me blush.         

            I decided to take a chance and sit up on the bed. My head spun and I nearly went back down on the pillows. The only reason I hadn’t done so was because he had made it across in time to hold me up. He took hold of my hands with his free one and helped me off the bed. The shock of the cold marble flooring on my warm bare feet was enough to make me shiver. He took it differently and had his hand go onto my lower back. He kissed my forehead once again and led me to the small love seat in the corner.

            “You are so beautiful…so delicate.” He murmured quietly, his breath on my neck as he pulled me onto his lap when he sat down. I looked at him carefully, wondering if he would kill me. I kept asking myself if I was dreaming or not. At this point, it didn’t matter. I was insane just for letting him touch me.

            “Who are you?” I asked him, watching his fingers as they moved in patterns on my thigh. He smiled and moved them to my hips, pulling me back against him.

            “Sebastian Dracul, King of Romania,” He said proudly. Maybe he was smoking something and slipped me the same stuff as I slept.

            “How old are you?”

            “Twenty one, in human looks. You don’t need to know how old I really am just yet,” He answered, nuzzling my neck. I began to wonder if this was a practical joke, and that nothing really happened.

            I’m living in a twisted Twilight fantasy, I thought to myself.

            Thoughts of last night started pushing into my mind again. The blood, the mangled bodies, the screaming survivors. My mind kept telling me to run and get away from him. I’d be next if I didn’t act now. He would kill me, torture me first.

            I’d probably fail, but it was worth a try.

            With the element of surprise, I pushed myself out of his lap and lunged for the door. I mentally thanked my mom for getting me into track, introducing me to the skill of dodging objects. I was at the door in seconds, though somehow he was behind me at the same time. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back into him, trapping me behind his arms. They made me think of steel bars of a cage that were impossible to escape. I had a feeling they were more stubborn than steel bars.

            I screamed and kicked again, thrashing in his arms. He laughed humorlessly, throwing me onto the ground. I took that as a chance and scampered on my hands and knees toward the window.

            But I was a second too late, just like before.

            He grabbed my ankles and pulled me back, as if I were just a feather being pulled from floating. I was pinned down beneath him again, much less gently then it had been on the bed. His hands slammed my shoulders into the tiled floor, right as one of his knees went into my stomach. He was using a lot more force, but I had a feeling this wasn’t even half of what he could pull.

            One hand made its way up to my throat, wrapping around tightly. I screamed from the pain in my stomach but was caught off by his fingers. His other hand curled into my hair, pulling my head backward. My back arched instinctively, causing more pain as he pressed his knee in further.

            “Knock if off,” He growled and yanked my head back up toward him. A squeal escaped my throat and I closed my eyes. I knew if I looked at him, I’d be more scared than I already was and faint. I knew his eyes would be vicious and that his fangs would be shown. I needed to be conscious until I could get out.

            “I won’t hurt you unless you fight me, Alexandria. Right now, you are doing just that and I have no problem leaving a bruise or two.”

            That was an understatement.

            He leaned down and rested his lips against my ear. I kept my eyes shut and held back whimpers. Every so often, one would escape. He would grin and I wanted to scream.

            Too bad I couldn’t breath.

            “You’re going to listen to every order I give you. You aren’t going to complain or fight back when I want something. That something will always be you and you’ll give in, whether willingly or not. I don’t have a problem with force either. It just makes it more exciting, you know?” His panted chuckles echoed in my ear as he gave his instructions. 

            “Do you understand, love?”

            I had no other choice but to nod. I wanted to breathe again, not have my throat crushed. I needed it to speak…and scream.

            “Good. Now we’re on the same page,” He laughed mercilessly and inched off me slowly, teasingly. I wanted to scream again but resisted the urge. Pressing my luck twice in a day was not going to have me survive.

            He held out his hand to me and smiled. It wasn’t the predatory grin before. Instead, one that would have convinced me he was human, if it were not for his eyes. I looked at it for a minute then took it, pulling myself off the floor. Naturally, he pulled me against him, nuzzling the side of my face. Both of my hands were in his, trapped in a tight grip. I stood still and silently, just waiting for him to release me.

            It didn’t happen as soon as I wanted to.

            “Can you behave yourself in public?” He asked me quietly. He moved my arms to wrap around his neck then put his around my waist and pulled me up against him. His breath was warm against my cheek as were his fingers on my skin. I sighed involuntarily, asking myself how a monster could make me feel like this. There was no answer for anything.

            “Why?” I felt my lips move and the sound of my voice echoing in the large room but I was too out of it to understand it was actually me talking. Everything started to feel hazy, except for the way he was touching me. He was doing it on purpose.

            “Well you need clothes, silly. I won’t have you stay in this,” He tugged on the fabric above my thigh, “and the clothes you came in. I want you to have clothes that will make you feel like the princess you’ll become.”

            “Aren’t you worried about people seeing me?” I asked him, wobbling a little in my place. He pulled me closer, gently pushing my head down his shoulder. He stabled me so I didn’t fall.

            I didn’t know there was such things as bipolar vampires. Now I did.

            He let out a small laugh and stroked my back slowly. Inside, I felt a battle on whether I should flinch or not.

            “I hope you don’t mind short hair or eye contacts. It’ll grow back in time with a little magic for the wedding but you might look even more beautiful with a pixie style cut. And maybe a change in style of apparel would be in need. Something that will fit the new you, rather than that filthy sweatshirt you had. How old is that, anyway?”

            “Its not filthy,” I snapped, “It was my father’s before…”

            I couldn’t get out the rest of the sentence. I didn’t want to think of that now. Even after so many years, it still felt real.

            “Before what?” He pressed on, the smile slipping from his face...his perfect face. I shook my head, refusing to go into it. He frowned more as one of his hands came up and cupped my cheek. “Before what, Alexandria? If I’m going to marry you, I want to know things about you. What makes you sad, what excites you, your past, your dreams and goals,” He continued.

            You’re destroying them if you make me marry you, I wanted to say but didn’t. I was sore enough already.

            “Before he died,” I answered simply, “along with the rest of my family.”

            That was all he was going to get out of me.

            His mouth opened a bit, as if he were going to say anything, but then closed it quickly. He just nodded and swayed a bit, turning me around in a circle. I felt like I was floating on a cloud, not dancing. His grip wasn’t like before, either. I could feel him but it wasn’t like he was trying to bruise me again. It was like he was trying to comfort…just not knowing how to.

            This felt natural to me… but was natural supposed to feel so wrong?

Author's Note

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[Alaska]

omg!!!! this was the last chapter! Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Alaska]

Hmmm...I get that you're trying to show conlicted emotions, and I think it's like they are meant to be together??? I'm a little confused about her past, but I like a little mystery!!! It did feel wrong to me that she gave in to the kiss, although I guess it feels just as wrong to her, hmm? I hope something happens to make vamp prince seem less assy.