The Vampire

Chapter 11

Chester's Photo

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Sweat ran down my forehead, my body heating up ten times worst then it had before. My limps felt tired and worn out, the burning ache in my muscels just want to make me collapse. My lungs burned pumping air faster but each breath felt painful causing my throat dryer.

"Time out!" I gasp for air dodging as Dominc swing his fist right at me in full force.

"Time out! Time out!" He mock my voice in high pitch girly voice making me give him a glare. I do not sound like that! "Do you think your opponent would give you time out?"

We stood in their huge gym out looking the ocean, they had every machine for a workout you can think of. I put my hand ove my hips trying to keep myself from falling over. Sweat ran down my face soaking my singlet. I had the urge to rip the clothes off from the hot sticky mess but I wouldn't dare, not infront of Dominic.

"Who's the 'opponent' anyway?" I yelled frustrated finding this all to be pointless.

"There's a reason why my father turned you it's not random. He will be after you and a lot more people will be. So you need to learn this." He shook his head at me seeming to look as frustrated as I am.

We have been arguing non-stop why I was doing this. The way he locks his jaw tight everytime I refuse makes me chuckle but his punches and block turned harder and harder making me regret pissing him off.

"Where's Michael anyway? Isn't he suppose to be the one teaching me?" I took held my water and drank half of it refreshing my burning throat.

"Michael is picking something up he might be awhile. He asked me since you know I'm the best" He winked cockily.

I snort at his comment and continue drinking. He look at me impateintly his blue eyes glowing against his tan olive skin, the sweat actually making him more tempting. I ignore the fact that he's shirtless showing off his perfect body. His muscels define and lickable.

I shook my head at my stupid thoughts.

"Well hurry up princess" He rolled his eyes.

I glare at him annoyed at his comment, I threw the bottle down and stood on a fight position. Arms ready to attack and protect. I watch as he gracefully move with each steps away from me but still have a good distance. I study his movements, his eyes full of amusement. I wanted him to make the first move first.

His hand shot up blurring in fast movements but to me it went in slow motions but it was still difficult. I hate how he's well trained at combat fighting and he knocks me down everytime. It's been 3 hours of him hitting me and knocking me down.

I kicked his shin causing him to buckle over his knees I took that as an opportunity to punch that pretty face of his. I was too busy praising myself to notice his hand jolting towards my neck his fist punching my windpipe. I gasp for air feeling my air hole being closed and bruised. I cough loudly cluntching my throat.

He kick my two legs beneath me knocking me down on the hard matt. My head hitting it roughly causing my head to spin rapidly.

His arm easily pinning my body down, his body weighing ontop of me. I cough wildly clearing my throat, I glare at him angerily.

"Jerk!" My voice felt husky from the force of punch making him laugh amused.

I wriggle my arm underneath his hold and didn't think twice to punch his face. I smiled when I heard that sweet agony that came from him. I push him on his back and sat ontop of him. I grab his collar and punch that perfect face of his.