dropped the cross in despair. Tightly, he
gripped her and then kissed her on the mouth. His mouth was hot. A fire
travelled up through her body as nerve endings were scorched by his kiss. When
he stopped kissing her she felt drunk. She licked her sore mouth and tasted
blood. He had bitten her lower lip. She swooned and thought for a moment that
she might pass out. As if sensing she was about to go down, he picked her up
and carried her into another room. He laid her down onto a giant king size bed.
He stroked her cheek with a hand. She realized a tear had been there.
“I’ll
be back in a moment. Don’t keep me waiting too long!”
Elizabeth
watched him walk out the door. And then she burst into tears. She sobbed
hysterically. And then she caught sight of the window. She ran to it and
quickly opened it. She jumped out and into the night. She had no idea where she
would go, but she knew it would be far away from this monster. However, before
she could take even more than a few steps from the window, a figure jumped from
the roof and dropped directly in front of her. The creature whirled around with
giant fangs, far larger than Aaron's tiny ones had been. This thing was a saber
tooth tiger in comparison. He actually hissed at her and Elizabeth saw that the
whites of the man’s eyes were blood red. She let out a blood curdling scream.
Suddenly, Aaron appeared miraculously at her side and struck the saber tooth
vampire. It went flying back. Aaron scooped her up and put her back through the
window. He followed suit a moment after.
"That
was Joe Newman. Sometimes he hunts a little too close to the house. But he
knows you're for me. Trust me," he said with that chilling smile that made
her blood curdle. "It's better me than him."
He
moved towards her so fast that she did not even perceive it. She resigned
herself to the fact that this was the end. Her fate was to die at the hands of
a vampire. But instead of biting her again, his hands moved to her jacket. He
ripped it off of her. She stared in shock. He wanted to kill her without her
jacket on. And then she saw what he was staring at: her chest. Her hands
immediately flew up to her chest area. Unfortunately, as soon as she did this his
hands moved to her belt. She tried to push him back, but he grabbed her wrists.
She yelled as loudly as she ever had, "Asshole!"
He
looked at her with that sadistic look again. Cruel passion fueled his eyes and
thin smile.
"What
do you want," Elizabeth screamed. Tears streamed down her face.
"You
know what I want," he replied calmly.
Chapter
9: The Next Day
Elizabeth
woke up the next morning feeling, to say the least, unrefreshed. She was
exhausted from the night before. She had fought to the point of near collapse.
And when she had run out of physical steam, she had pleaded and begged him to
let her be. She had cried hysterically, insisting that he couldn't do what he
was threatening to do to her. To add insult to injury, he laughed in her face.
She was starting to feel dangerously annoyed by his sadistic smiles and laughs.
That feeling nearly outweighed her fear of him. But she continued to appeal to
him for mercy, hoping for a miracle. He mocked those appeals. In the end, she
had lost her struggle against him. She was drained of energy, and his was
endless. She could only hold him back for so long.
The
memory of the night before overwhelmed her, and she began to cry. She buried
her head in her pillows and grabbed the covers from behind her. She hid
underneath the blankets until her tears abated. She lifted her head from the
pillows and withdrew the covers. She
then looked to her right. The indentation of his head was still on the pillow.
A tear made its way down her cheek. Then another, and another, and
another...Before she knew it, her head was buried in the pillows and her body
underneath the covers once again.
She
fell asleep and woke up much later. She
looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was old fashioned, made of
gripped her and then kissed her on the mouth. His mouth was hot. A fire
travelled up through her body as nerve endings were scorched by his kiss. When
he stopped kissing her she felt drunk. She licked her sore mouth and tasted
blood. He had bitten her lower lip. She swooned and thought for a moment that
she might pass out. As if sensing she was about to go down, he picked her up
and carried her into another room. He laid her down onto a giant king size bed.
He stroked her cheek with a hand. She realized a tear had been there.
“I’ll
be back in a moment. Don’t keep me waiting too long!”
Elizabeth
watched him walk out the door. And then she burst into tears. She sobbed
hysterically. And then she caught sight of the window. She ran to it and
quickly opened it. She jumped out and into the night. She had no idea where she
would go, but she knew it would be far away from this monster. However, before
she could take even more than a few steps from the window, a figure jumped from
the roof and dropped directly in front of her. The creature whirled around with
giant fangs, far larger than Aaron's tiny ones had been. This thing was a saber
tooth tiger in comparison. He actually hissed at her and Elizabeth saw that the
whites of the man’s eyes were blood red. She let out a blood curdling scream.
Suddenly, Aaron appeared miraculously at her side and struck the saber tooth
vampire. It went flying back. Aaron scooped her up and put her back through the
window. He followed suit a moment after.
"That
was Joe Newman. Sometimes he hunts a little too close to the house. But he
knows you're for me. Trust me," he said with that chilling smile that made
her blood curdle. "It's better me than him."
He
moved towards her so fast that she did not even perceive it. She resigned
herself to the fact that this was the end. Her fate was to die at the hands of
a vampire. But instead of biting her again, his hands moved to her jacket. He
ripped it off of her. She stared in shock. He wanted to kill her without her
jacket on. And then she saw what he was staring at: her chest. Her hands
immediately flew up to her chest area. Unfortunately, as soon as she did this his
hands moved to her belt. She tried to push him back, but he grabbed her wrists.
She yelled as loudly as she ever had, "Asshole!"
He
looked at her with that sadistic look again. Cruel passion fueled his eyes and
thin smile.
"What
do you want," Elizabeth screamed. Tears streamed down her face.
"You
know what I want," he replied calmly.
Chapter
9: The Next Day
Elizabeth
woke up the next morning feeling, to say the least, unrefreshed. She was
exhausted from the night before. She had fought to the point of near collapse.
And when she had run out of physical steam, she had pleaded and begged him to
let her be. She had cried hysterically, insisting that he couldn't do what he
was threatening to do to her. To add insult to injury, he laughed in her face.
She was starting to feel dangerously annoyed by his sadistic smiles and laughs.
That feeling nearly outweighed her fear of him. But she continued to appeal to
him for mercy, hoping for a miracle. He mocked those appeals. In the end, she
had lost her struggle against him. She was drained of energy, and his was
endless. She could only hold him back for so long.
The
memory of the night before overwhelmed her, and she began to cry. She buried
her head in her pillows and grabbed the covers from behind her. She hid
underneath the blankets until her tears abated. She lifted her head from the
pillows and withdrew the covers. She
then looked to her right. The indentation of his head was still on the pillow.
A tear made its way down her cheek. Then another, and another, and
another...Before she knew it, her head was buried in the pillows and her body
underneath the covers once again.
She
fell asleep and woke up much later. She
looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was old fashioned, made of
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