Chapter Two
We arrived at my house about two hours later. I hopped out of the car first and ran towards my trash can and threw up my stomach. I hated the back seat, always made me nauseous. I walked back over to the car wiping my mouth. Jill looked at me concerned, Scott looked at me with a smirk and Riley was looking dead ahead.
"Alright, well I'll be fine now. I'll see you guys tomorrow." I smiled, waving them off.
"Oh no you don't, Scott is staying with you. I will be back in the morning to check on you." Jill cautioned.
"No! But- Come on! Jill I don't need a fucking babysitter. I'm 21-years-old for godssake!" I snapped.
"No ifs, ands, or buts about it Molly, he's staying with you. That's final." Jill hissed.
Before she could say another word, Scott got out of the car. Jill and Riley took off and she was stuck with him. She stormed off towards her house, opened the door and sat on the couch. Why would Jill do this to her? All she wanted to do was be alone and think, now she was stuck with him and she couldn't do anything about it. Ugh!, she thought with frustration. She turned on the TV and started flipping through channels. She sighed as Scott came in, shut the door and walked over to sit on the other end of the couch.
She looks really tired, well so am I but I can't fall asleep before she does.
Scott thought as he looked at her.
"You look tired, why don't you go up stairs and got to bed?" Scott asked with a goofy grin.
"Excuse me, but whose house are you in again? Oh right mine, so piss off!" I hissed as I threw the remote at him.
"What the fuck was that for?!" He shouted, throwing one of the couch pillows at me.
"Ugh!" I screamed, stomping up the stairs to my bathroom.
Why is he such an asshole! Walking in here and telling me what I should do, like he lives here! She thought as she slammed the bathroom door. She looked at the mirror and her eyes grew wide. The girl in the mirror didn't look like her at all. Her hair was wiry, dark black bags under her eyes; her skin was a pasty white color. What's happened to me..? Why do I look so terrible..? She thought as she turned around and sank to the floor. Knees to her chest, she sobbed uncontrollably. Her breathing became short and her heart started beating hard against her chest. Closing her eyes, she thought of happy things, like bunnies and flowers, babies and snow. She started breathing normal now, she opened her eyes but shut them as soon as she did.
"Hello there little one. A bit frightened? Awe come on don't be shy, open them pretty little eyes up and say hello." He chuckled, and put a hand on her shoulder.
He smelled of blood, and a lot of it, his hand was ice cold and she could feel his eyes pierce through her. She breathed deeply and tried to calm down. The man stood her up and pushed back her hair. She could feel his breathe, hot and damp. He held her so gently, as if she was some fragile item he wanted to treasure forever. He leaned in closer, taking her in, and then sank his sharp white fangs into her neck, covering her mouth so she couldn't scream; he began to gulp her down hungrily. Her blood ran down his neck and onto his light blue T-shirt. She started to go limp, so he finished and set her down slowly onto the bathroom floor and took off.
Moments later Molly woke up with a terrible ache in her neck and couldn't remember anything. She stood up, turned around and looked at her neck in the mirror. She poked it lightly and winced at the pain, blood started trickling down her neck slowly. She grabbed the damp cloth that was sitting on the counter and brought it to her neck to stop the bleeding. Molly walked downt stairs and sat on the couch in silence.
"Hey, what's wrong? Are you okay? You're really pale." Scott wondered, scooting closer to her.
"Nothing, I'm fine. Why do you ask?" I snickered.
"Well for one, you're holding a cloth to your neck and you're really quite." Scott said, reaching his hand towards my neck.
"Don't touch!" I shouted, smacking his hand away.
His eyes grew wide and his mouth dropped. I looked at him, when I realized I had dropped the cloth.
"Molly, what happened?" He gulped.
"What the fuck does it loo-," I sturred, and blacked out.
I was running, I don't know why or from what, but I had to run. I stopped to catch my breath, resting my hands on my knees, I breathed in deeply. I stood up straight and looked around, tree after tree. Where am I? Molly thought. She continued to walk, over fallen branches, rocks, and leafs. Molly stopped at the edge of the forest, infront of a cabin. Inching forward, she walked to the cabin and knocked on the door. It slowly opened and she walked in.
"Hello?" Molly called out.
"Who's there?" A raspy vioce said from the other side of the room.
"M-my name's Molly." She studdered.
"Molly? Why are you here?" The voice growled.
"I'm lost and I saw your cabin and I wal-" Molly quivered, and back up against the wall.
"You need to leave, now!" He was infront of her now, pressing her against the wall. He was young, maybe 22 or so. Tall, dark hair that fell over his eyes, piercing green eyes. He had a nice body. Sculpted abs, big and hard biceps, strong calfs. His face looked like angels took their time in making it.
"Molly?" He said looking at her.
"Huh? What? Oh, uhm, yes?" She responded.
"You need to leave, now." He demanded.
"But why? Its already dark and I am not going back into those woods." Molly protested.
"So? Are you afraid of the dark, little one?" He smirked.
"What is your name?" Molly questioned.
"Why?" He asked back.
"You know mine, now tell me yours." Molly demanded.
"Damien." He breathed.
"Well Damien, I'm staying here..." Molly spat, falling over and blacking out..
* * *
"Molly? Hey! Hello, Molly?" Scott shouted, shaking me by the shoulders.
"Cut it out!" I screamed, pushing him off me.
"Oh god! You're okay!" Scott smiled, hugging me hard.
"Can't breathe." I choked.
"Oh sorry. You are okay, aren't you?" Scott asked, looking me up and down.
"Uhm, kinda. What happened?" I coughed, standing up slowly.
"You came down stairs with a damp cloth on your neck and were really quiet." Scott murmured.
"Oh yeah.. My neck.." I said, rubbing my neck.
"What happened to your neck Molly?" Scott questioned, still sitting on the ground.
"Nothing, don't worry about it." I said, turning around and walking upstairs to my room.
I shut the door, walked over to my bed, pulled back the sheets and climbed into bed. I was out before my head hit the pillow.
-Dreaming-
I woke up in a large king sized bed, with a faint candle lighting the room dimmly. I slowly pulled the covers off of my body and scooted off the bed queitly, making sure to not make a noise in case anyone was in here with me.
