Unlike this morning, I woke right where I had been left.
On the dirty floor of my captors' kitchen. My head spun as I
tried desperately to lift myself off the tiles and I gritted my
teeth, trying to push through the pain in my neck.
"Hey, Rick! She's awake!" I gasped, my eyes flickering
toward the voice as I collapsed back to the floor. I knew it was
Jay, but I couldn't find those ice blue eyes.
"If we did right, she be good by dinner time." That was
Maria. I could tell by her strange accent and broken English.
Everything was coming back to me now, including my strength. I
still got a head rush when I moved, however, so I figured I
wouldn't risk it.
"This is ridiculous." Rick stormed in, his heavy boots
smacking the tiles and making me cringe. "We all can't just share
"Well, what do you suggest?"
"More. We get two more, and we all have our own blood
"Sounds good to me." Slowly, I shifted to look up at
Jay. He gave me a smile that was unlike anything I'd seen cross
his lovely face before. It was terrifying. "I get Scarlett."
"Fine with me, bro. I can get someone so much hotter."
"Whatever. Go, and take Maria with you. She needs to
pick one out as well."
"Yes, is good with me." Shuffling steps and clonking
boots grated against my nerves until the door slammed and the
sounds faded away. I stared pleadingly up at Jay.
"We'll have to do this quickly." He stooped down,
gently lifting me from the floor with strong arms.
"Please don't." I whispered, keeping my unfaltering
gaze on his crystal eyes.
"It's not what you're thinking." He smiled, apparently
satisfied with this. I clung to his shoulders, feeling my stomach
twist with strange emotions.
"What is it, then?"
He paused, beaming at me like a child who's just won
something amazing. "We're leaving."
I was speechless. And for the first time, it wasn't
completely out of fear.
We entered a bedroom that I presumed to be his, and he
sat me on the bed. The place looked as if a bomb had exploded,
and I watched warily as he pulled out a suitcase.
"This will only take a minute, I promise." He patted my
knee and set to packing. I watched his fluid movements, his
focused expression somehow making him more appealing. I prayed
he'd never put a shirt on. But what was I doing? I had no idea of
his intentions, despite the nice demeanor that had so easily
fooled me last time. And of course, there was the fact I had to
face. He was a monster. Not just a bad person, but a creature
that craved the taste of human blood. I refused to think he was a
vampire. It sounded so unreal, so fantasy. Vampires didn't exist.
But Jay did.
"Where are we going?" My confidence was rising
slightly…to the point where I could speak without my voice
shaking, that is.
"You'll see." He smiled sweetly. "Don't worry, though.
We have lots of money and a nice house I bought for emergencies,
back in the day."
"Oh. Okay." I played with a strand of my hair, ripping
the rest out of the ponytait and braiding it. It was nice to be
doing something, and I fingered the pleats gently, remembering
how my mother used to do my hair, when i was younger.
"All set." Slinging the bag easily over his shoulder,
he scooped me up from the bed.
"I can walk, you know." I snapped, regretting it
immediately. Seriously, I would pretend to faint if he ever put
He chuckled, a sound like silver and honey. I had never
really heard him laugh before, and it startled me.
"I know you can walk." He paused, serious now. "Would
you prefer to do so?"
"No!" I exclaimed, a little too quickly. He chuckled
again, leaning over me as we stepped outside. The rain drizzled
down, not pouring as it had been that first day. We approached a
small black car, and he trotted over to the passenger side,
"Would you like to sit in the back, or is the front
"The front is fine." I avoided his eyes, trying to
sound nonchalant this time. Nodding, he slid me into the seat and
shut the door.
I'm not sure what happened then; maybe it was just
being outside that triggered it. But I realized that I was
insane. What was I doing? Running off with a guy who I knew was
extremely dangerous, just because he was good looking? My mom was
out there somewhere, no doubt looking for me. Maybe she was
looking for my father and my sister too. Unlike them, I could
return to her. I could be there for her and her for me. I didn't
even realize I was crying until Jay brushed a finger across my
"Hey there, Scarlett. What's wrong?" How could he ask
such a ludicrous question? Is he completely blind to the
injustice of his actions?
"I can't do this." I sobbed, tears streaming down like
the raindrops on the window. We were driving now. "I have a
mother…I have friends…" I looked into his eyes for the first time
since we got to the car, no longer afraid of what I'd see. "I
want to go home."
"I can't let you go." He reached out to me, and I
"Yes, you can. All you want me for is my blood, anyway.
I promise I'll tell the police I escaped, and I don't remember a
thing. I won't tell them anything, just please let me go."
"Do you know why I didn't let Rick kill you?" I made no
movement, frustrated that my speech had been in vain. He sighed.
"I thought you were absolutely stunning. You were covered with
rain, blood and tears, you were crying and screaming. But you
were more beautiful than anyone I'd ever seen." He looked at me,
sadness in his eyes.
"I don't believe you." As much as it pained me, I just
couldn't submit. He had to be lying; a creature this incredible
couldn't possibly think I was as beautiful as he claimed.
"I don't care. I know I'm telling the truth." His voice
had an edge to it that I couldn't place. I wanted to think there
was sadness and irritation, but he was probably just upset that I
was the one girl in the entire universe that wouldn't buy into
his little charade. But I didn't want to spend the car ride, and
possibly my life, this way.
"I'm sorry, I…I didn't mean it." He sighed, chuckling
"You're a terrible liar."
"Yeah." I confessed. "Most of the time I can't even
"So you really don't trust me?" He mused. "I can
understand that. Seeing as I abducted you and most likely
convinced you I was a cold hearted monster that only wanted you
for your blood." I cringed when he spoke of his…condition…so
"Well," I gulped. "That would put a person off."
"I suppose I'm a fairly good actor. But how could you
believe the lies and not the truth?"
"Maybe because the 'truth' is so discreditable. Am I
honestly supposed to believe that, despite your previous actions
and family history, you love me and you only kidnapped me because
you thought I was beautiful? Not to mention the" I winced.
"…feeding…that I provide if you take me."
"That's a good point." He stared straight ahead. "In
that case, I'm going to do something now that I should have done
a while ago."
"I'm tired of being a monster, Scarlett. I'm tired of
going out every day and killing innocent people because I thought
I had no choice. Well, I do have a choice. I can sustain myself
on human food, though it is tasteless and dissatisfying. When I
do crave blood, I'll hunt animals instead. And, I will never…feed
off of you unless you give me your permission."
"You'd really do that?" I questioned dubiously,
doubting that I'd ever give my
'permission' for him to torture me. He nodded, clearly intent on
going through with it.
"I will. And in return, all I ask for is you. Do we
have a deal?"
"What's my end of the deal?"
"What do you mean?"
"You said all you wanted was 'me'. What does that
"Just your presence. And that you won't fight or try to
"On one condition."
"You have to return me to my mother, and then we can
live in the normal world."
"How on earth do you see that working out?" He stared
at me as if I had three heads.
"Simple. You carry me in, saying you found me on the
street, thus being my hero. My mom will be grateful and already
like you, so that part will be easy."
"I don't know…" He looked incredibly nervous. I
hesitantly put my hand over his.
"Please? This is all I'm asking for; to return to my
life with you. Nothing in your little plan changes."
"Yes, but you have to remember, I'm a vampire." I bit
my lip, hating when he said it aloud. It made it sound more real.
I hadn't truly believed it before. Now it seemed pointless to
avoid the fact.
"So? She'll never know." There was a brief silence as
we drove along the winding streets.
"This would mean risking everything." He cautioned,
more to himself than me.
"Tell me one reason that it wouldn't work." I folded my
arms across my chest.
"They could figure out that I'm a vampire and an
accomplice in your kidnapping."
"How would they do that?" He contemplated.
"I don't know."
"Exactly." A thought crossed my mind just then. A
thought I'd been suppressing for a while now.
"I have a question, though. And I want an honest
answer. Do you promise not to lie?"
"You have to really mean it."
"I do. Trust me." I figured at this point, I could.
Taking a deep breath, I continued.
"Did you kill either my father or my sister? I just
have to know, and I hope you understand that I need a completely
"I did not kill either of them. I was…preoccupied." He
sighed. "Honestly? I was killing someone else at the time."
"Do you swear on your mother's life?"
"No. But only because my mother and my brother's lives
mean nothing to me. I do, however, swear on your life, that what
I said is nothing less than the absolute truth."
"Good." The thought of them lifeless, however, caused
me to weep quietly until I felt the car pull to a stop. Looking
up through the rain streaked windshield, I could make out the
sign. It was the police department.
"We're here." Jay said nervously, gazing at me with all
of his trust and…yes, all of his love.