My Soul Mate

Chapter 4

"Stop!" I screamed at Connor. He was chasing after me, trying to tickle me. Little did he know, though, that we were almost at my house. If I turned down the next street, I could cut through the alleyway and come out just before my house.

Taking a breath, I pumped my legs and sprinted down the dank alley, smelling rotting foods and sewerage. Occasionally, I could smell animal waste when I ran past an old cardboard box and rotten meat.

"Mia, wait," I heard Connor call out to me. I glanced back and started laughing, still facing him.

"I know your motive, Connor. I ain't stopping," I giggled. I was about to turn around when I tripped, about to fall on my face. I held my breath, closed my eyes and waited for the fall. Only, it didn't arrive. "What?" I questioned, opening my eyes...to the smooth face of a stranger.

Fluttering in the grip, I tried to pull myself from this guy's hold. Too bad he was stronger than I was.

"Woah, hold up," he smirked. "Your heartbeat is jumping like crazy."

Swallowing, I tried to look behind me to see if Connor was there. "Can you please let me go," I ordered, softly. I didn't know what he was capable of. "Let go."

The man laughed, tightening his grip. "You smell good," he said, sniffing at my neck. "You smell fresh. Innocent." He took another deep breath of my scent. "Are you a virgin?"

"Excuse me?!" I screeched horrifically. "You do not have the right to ask me that." I felt my heart speed up. "Let me go. Right this instant." He still held me. "LET ME GO!" I screamed.

"Shut up," the strange man with the brown eyes yelled at me. He threw me across the alley, making me hit the wall. "That'll teach you," I heard him sneer. He made his way over to me, walking as though he were a lion hunting a deer. Sniffing the air, he glanced down at me. "You smell so sweet. I wonder how you'll taste." He bent down on one knee, wrapping a hand round my neck. "I sure wouldn't mind a taste." He lowered down to my neck, placing his lips upon my flesh.

While this random guy kept nuzzling into my neck, I held my breath and steadied my breathing when he grabbed the other side of my neck and pressed me further to him.

"Please let go," I begged.

The restriction on my throat loosened, but then returned almost straight away. "I don't think I want to," he smirked.

I pleaded and cried, feeling warm, salty liquid trickle down my cheeks. "Please. What do you want?"

"Your blood," he grinned, his eyes travelling to my neck. As he leant back down to my neck, I felt his breath on me. Before I could process what was going on, I felt a sting and a sharp pain where his lips were.

The pain became more prominent, spreading from one place to another. His lips were moving, ragged noises coming from his mouth. I screamed out again, begging him to let me go. He pulled back, red on his lips.

"I don't think I want to do that. In fact, I want to taste those full lips of yours." As he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, I heard a growl coming from the other side of the alley.

"I think it would be in your best interest to let the girl go," a voice snarled.

The man sat up fast, his eyes wide. "I am so sorry," he whimpered. "I-I didn't know she belonged to you."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure walk into the shadows, his identity kept secret. "Why is it that even though you now know that the girl is mine, you still have her pinned to the ground and you are in my sights?"

Almost immediately after the mysterious person had said that, the man was off of me and out of the alley. However, I remained on the ground, trying to catch my breath and figure out what was going on. Why had he bit me? I put my hand up to my neck, drawing it back to my eyesight level. And why was I still bleeding?