The music is lively, but the dancing is not. The people are bored, and I am too.
"Would you care to dance?" I turn arond and see him. The night just got way more exciting...
"I would love to." I reply. He leads me out to the dancefloor. "What were you doing in my house last night? That was very fun."
"Scrownging... you know."
"I don't. Please tell me."
"You look lovely tonight." He changes the subject.
"So your a vampire..." I change it again.
"Grim reaper actually."
"hmmm..." I smile. "Your skills are dim."
"Yet everyone dies around me..." He trails off.
"Yes, but that is not because of your power, it is because of your duty." I clarify.
"Touche."
"So...who is your date?" I ask, genuinely curious.
"I snuck in. I like the food at these kinds of things."
"Oh, I should have guessed. You sneaking in. You: the unwelcomed guest."
"That's me." He smirks and twirls me around really fast.
"Do you have a name?"
"I prefer to be unnamed." He simply states. He leans in closer so that our lips are inches away.
"Are you ashamed?"
"No."
"Then why do you prefer to be unnamed?"
"Because then people will know my soul." He whispers near my ear.
"Impossible. You are soul-less." I state confused.
"Well then I am a mystery, aren't I?"
"You are confusing me."
"I don't have a soul, but I do have a name."
"I don't think your name gives away your soul." I go back to his original statement.
"Sure it does. What is your name?"
"I don't have a soul."
"But you still have a name..." He smirks at my confusion.
"You are making no sense."
"You're right." He says. "I'm done dancing. Would you like a drink?"
"No." I say. He grabs my arm and stares at me.
"You want a drink." He forces on me.
"Actually, I'll have a drink." I change my mind.
"Great! Come with me." He grabs me again and leads me down a hallway. I foolishly follow. It gets darker and darker and we make a couple of turns.
"Where are we going?" I ask. He doesn't answer so I wriggle out of his grip. He catches me.
"I know where the best drinks are..." He decides to respond.
"Not at the bar?" I ask.
"Not at the bar."
"Down this dark hallway?"
"Down this dark hallway." He repeats me again. "You need to stop asking questions."
I feel powerless, like I can no longer stand up to him, like I can no longer be my tough self. I just keep stupidly following him, even with the thoughts that I shouldn't be in my head!
"I want to ask questions." Is the toughest thing I can think of. I feel my brain going weak, and we finally arrive at a room. He takes out a key and we step in. The room is dark, and I can smell dust. "Where are we?"
"My favorite room of the house." He says. He lights a couple of torches as we walk into the expansive dark room. There is a bed and a night stand.
"How do you know the Kennington's house so well?" I ask.
"I know a great many things about 'your kind's' livings spaces."
"Because you steal our things." I start to get angry, but still don't feel confident or the ability to stop whatever he is going to do to me in this room. He rushes over to me, holds my neck and slams me against the wall. Then he holds up a glass of wine.
"Here. Cheers!" He says placing the glass in my hands. I inspect it, and don't see anything wrong with it, so I take a sip. "You don't have to be afraid of me."
"I'm not afraid" is what I should say, but I don't. Then he knocks the glass out of my hands and pushes me against the wall again.
"Wha?"
"Be quiet." He says and then kisses me. He starts unzipping my dress and I go along with it. My head and my heart and warning me about this creature, but my body isn't listening! He shoves me down on the bed, and then my head starts to pound. He kisses me, and I start to feel faint. A tear rolls down my cheek.
I whisper, "How?" and then pass out.
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Sucker for Love- Book 1
Mystery / ThrillerCameron's parents were murdered when he was still in his mom's womb, and after being rescued by a pair of lunatics he was raised in a foster home. He is visited by them, age 17, and is told about what happened to his parents. He seeks revenge for th...
