Rock n Roll Promises (YAE) (Rock n Roll Paraphantasy Series) by AmBear Shellea Page B

her
fear. She wanted answers. As her heart pounded in
her chest sweat beads covered her skin and nausea
tightened her stomach.
“I have turned you, Anna.”
    “Turn…ed?” Flashes of images from books and
old movies played behind her opened eyes. They
mixed, twisted, and jumbled up into a mass
confusion she couldn’t work through. There was too
much information, and yet at the same time, not
enough. She looked at him, furrowing her brow.
“I don’t understand.”
     
“I bit you. You turned. Anna, you are a vampire.”
    Her breath caught, her eyes bulged, and her heart
seemed to race right out of her chest. Confusion at
his words mixed with the truth and realization.
    This can’t be. That’s horror movie stuff. Shaking her head no, her chest heaved and she
felt as if she might pass out due to her
hyperventilating.
No! No! No! This is some kind of sick joke.
She continued to mumble incoherently to herself.
“Not true…not real…not me…”
    Her head bobbed back and forth forcefully when
Sebastian grabbed her and tried to shake some sense
into her. She glared at him and pulled away as she
refocused her eyes. Completely numb, she moved
on auto- pilot.
“Don’t touch me.” She tried to pull away.
    “Listen to me, I know you don’t want to believe
it, but what I’m telling you is real and is the truth.
Look.”
    She watched as he opened his mouth and flashed
his pearly white fangs. She gasped and cowered
farther into the corner of the couch. He retracted his
teeth. All the muscles in her body trembled as the
truth sank in. Her eyes glossed over and she sat and
stared at nothing, lost in her own troubled mind.
“I think she is in shock, Sebastian.”
    She fought the soft touch and tender voice
begging her to rejoin reality. She felt safer locked in
her subconscious; no one could touch her there, or
so she thought. She gulped air repeatedly, coming
back to the living, when cold water crashed across
her face splashing her back into reality. Shaking her
head, she rubbed the liquid from her eyes and
sprang at the man in front of her. Quicker than a
heartbeat, her clawed hands wrapped around his
throat, and she pinned him to the furniture. Her
ragged breathing and rapid heartbeat seemed to fuel
her inner beast. She felt saliva drip from her fangs
as a snarl ripped from her throat. Intent on the kill,
she stopped when he did the last thing she expected.
He pulled her close and kissed her. She yanked her
head back and slashed out at him. She succeeded at
breaking his hold, but not gracefully. She fell
backward and landed on her butt, flat on the floor.
Taking a deep breath, her senses returned and she
glared at him.
“I would like to say I’m sorry for my reaction,
but you deserved it.”
    “Are you going to listen now? There is a lot you
need to know.”
“Whatever! Start talking.” She got off the floor
and resumed her spot on the sofa. “What did I do
with my coffee?”
“Well, as you can see, I am wearing most of it,
but the mug survived the attack.”
    Her eyes darted to Jack. His shirt, pants, and
jacket were splattered with coffee. The mug dangled
slightly from his thumb.
“I’m so sorry. Are you hurt? I know that coffee
was hot.”
     
“No need to worry about me. Watching you
attack him was worth every splash of pain.”
     
She picked up the mug, slammed it on the table
and scowled at Sebastian. “You were saying?”
    “You can’t go back to your old life. Today starts
your new life, and until I find out what kind of
vampire you are, you can’t leave this apartment
without me. It is—“
    “What exactly do you mean about what kind of
vampire? A vampire is a vampire, and I’m so not
staying here with you.”
“That is wrong. Not all vampires are the same.”
“Really?”
     
“Yes, really.”
     
She crossed her arms over her chest. “Fine. Do I
have vampire strength?”
     
“Yes.”
     
“Will I heal from my injuries?”
     
“Well, sort of.”
     
“It’s either yes or