A Blue Rose, A Kidnapping, A Teacher

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I attempt to yank away from him but his grip only tightens around my wrist. "What do you mean? I haven't done anything wrong, just let me go!" It seems as if my scream lands on deaf ears because he continues to stare at me. My heart starts to race more and more with every passing second. "Stop fighting me Chloe, if you carry on, you will force me to teach you the rules in a way that I don't want to," he says in a mocking tone and a smirk on his face.

I fight him again but fail once more. In that moment he pushes me against a wall. Hard. His hand swiftly releases my arm and then gets hold of my neck. He applies pressure and my feet barely touch the ground as I struggle to get some air into my lungs. "Open your ears dammit! Obey, and you won't get hurt!" He yells, and it rings in my ears for a few seconds before I feel my consciousness slip away. With a voice almost not even a whisper I manage to say "I'm sorry" and with those 2 simple words he releases me.

Panting against the wall, I rest my hands on my knees to regain my strength. He stood in front of me in silence, allowing me to catch my breath then he said, "Baby girl, you will never leave this house again. See, something about you is very compelling, and I am very determined to find out what that is, so until then you will be staying here. Before you ask, no, you don't have a say in this."

Who the hell does this man think he is? Telling me I cannot make my own choices about my life. All this information is flooding my brain and the room starts to spin, reality starts to slip away from me and before I can call out for help, my feet give way and I feel myself collapse.

Scott POV

Looking down at my captive, I can't help but be amazed by her beauty, even here fighting to hold herself up after my violent attack she is breathtaking. The first time I saw her I was taken aback by the resemblance between her and Malvern. I've never seen anything like it before, it did not make sense, and when I tried to compel her to come with me it didn't work, my fascination grew even stronger.

While I am telling her she won't be leaving any time soon I notice her pupils dilating and her heart rate increasing even more her body starts swaying and her legs start to shake. 'Oh fuck please don't pass out' I think to myself.

I didn't even have time to process my unexpected protective thought before she started to fall. My instincts take over and I leap forward to catch her in my arms. With her in my arms walking towards her room I gaze down at her now calm face. She is a sight to behold. In my 125 years of life, I've only been fascinated by one woman, but Chloe is something else. I can already see she is nothing like that bitch Malvern.

Laying her down gently on the mattress I look at her for a few more seconds before leaving her, making sure the door is locked.

The scotch hits the back of my throat as I take my first sip, resting on the couch in front of the fireplace. My mind used to be so full of thoughts but here where I sit now I can only think of one thing, Chloe Sanderson. Why do my powers not work on this woman, and how is it possible to be more captivated by her than the enchanted rose I left at her cottage that night?

Chloe POV

A Flickering light against the ceiling wakes me up, my head is thumping, and my legs still feel like jelly. My eyes take a second to adjust to the dimmed room, I'm lying on a stone hard matters with only a pillow and a paper-thin blanket, it also has no base. The room is empty, except for the separate room which I assume is the bathroom. There are no drawers, a closet, no windows, and only one dark brown wooden door.

I slowly get up from the mattress, scared I might fall again. The bathroom on the opposite side of the room is tiny, it only has a shower, a toilet, and a wash bin. My headache is increasing and I don't know what to do, I don't want to be a captive for the rest of my life, I have so many goals and dreams.

The door is locked, but I have to get out. Banging on the door like a maniac my palm starts to burn, but I push through. My voice started to crack after a few minutes of screaming and my palm got busted open by the violent attack I had given the door. Feeling defeated I sit down on the mattress and look at my busted palm, blood dripping onto the floor.

A noise from outside the door gets my attention and I look up. Click the door unlocks, and then follows my blue-eyed nightmare. "Bloody hell I can smell you all the way upstairs." What does he mean he can smell me, that doesn't make sense. I stay on the mattress, frozen, too scared to move. It is only when he takes my hand and pulls me to stand that I notice how big this man is. He is at least 6.5 ft, His hair is a glossy black and he is well built, he almost seems too perfect to exist.

"Can I at least know your name, please?" I ask, not brave enough to look him in the eyes. "God you're such a good girl. Please this, please that... My name is Scott Harison, you can call me Daddy!" I look up at him rapidly, disgusted by what he is telling me to do. "What?" I ask. "Hahaha, fuck me, relax I'm just kidding, you are so gullible, I couldn't help myself!"

How can this man make jokes when he is holding me captive? is he crazy? "Let's take a look at your hand. "He leads me out of the room, up the stairs, and into the living room. He pushes me down hard towards the couch and I focus not to catch myself with my cut hand, not wanting to spill blood on his couch. "You don't have to be so rough, I'll listen to you." He doesn't respond to me, he only smirks at me and turns around taking a medical kit out of the cheat of drawers behind him.

The way he walks stirs something inside me, for some reason, this man is so sexy, although I ignore my intrusive thought because he is a monster. Looking at me again I notice something different, His beautiful blue eyes have disappeared and got replaced with pitch black. He licks his lips and lunges forward towards me pushing me further into the couch and taking me completely by surprise. He is on top of me breathing heavily, he grabs my cut hand and starts licking the blood. I hadn't noticed it started bleeding more. This is disgusting. "What the fuck are you doing! get off of me!" I try to push him off but he is anchored on top of me.

Without warning he jumps off and falls to his knees, "Chloe I..." It is clear that something took hold of him and he couldn't stop himself, I see the regret on his face and I can't help but feel sorry for him. I can't just sit here and let him feel guilty. Sliding down off of the couch I kneel to sit on my knees. He looks down as if he is afraid to look at me, with all the courage I can build up in myself I take one of his hands in mine. "Scott?"

"It's ok, I'm fine." In a way, he looks broken. "Look at me, Scott!" I need some kind of response from him because I am getting concerned. "Chloe, I'm so sorry, I should have controlled myself," he says now looking at me with those mesmerizing eyes again. "What do you mean Scott, help me understand," I plead.

"I'm a vampire." His words cut through me like a thousand shards of glass.

*If you are reading my story, THANK YOU! If you are enjoying this so far and want to find out what happens to Chloe, KEEP READING! I will work hard and make sure to publish at least 1 part every 3 days*