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Chapter 4

Chapter 4


June's POV


I almost screamed when I woke up the next morning and I wasn't in my new bed. My house looked like it had gotten haunted overnight, and the bed I was lying in was totally dirty and dusty.

That's when it all came rushing back to me. A vampire kidnapped me after I had seen him drain a man of his blood. That's not something you hear everyday.

I swallowed back the tears and got out of bed. I'd been crying too much lately. I had to stay strong, or at least look it. I couldn't show any signs of weakness to Louis. If I did, he might kill me.

I put my hand on the knob, but stopped. He had told me to stay put, unless he told me otherwise. But I had so many questions.

I wondered if the shower still worked in the bathroom. I wanted to brush my teeth and put on new clothes. But I got the feeling I would have to ask permission first.

I set my mouth in a tight line. Screw whatever Louis said. He said he wouldn't kill me.

I eased the door open and slowly stepped outside. I winced, but nothing attacked me. I sighed in relief.

Suddenly, I was rammed against the wall, a pale hand with claw-like fingers locking onto my throat. I gasped and choked. Louis snarled at me, his fangs glistening. They weren't red.

"I told you to stay in your room," he spat at me.

"I... I," I tried speaking, but he was cutting off my air passage. I couldn't breathe, much less talk. His grip on me slackened, and I gulped in air.

"I just wanted to know if the shower still worked," I rasped. "And if I could get more clothes. Human necessities."

He let go of me, and I slumped against the wall, holding my throat. His touch left behind a cold chill. "Yes and no," he replied smoothly, suddenly calm. I don't think I liked his mood swings.

"Why not?" I pleaded with him. "I'll grow out of them, and they'll stink...."

Louis wrinkled his nose. "I'll live with it as long as you stay here," he said, opening my bedroom door and shoving me inside.

"But--" I started to protest but he slammed the door in my face.



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I slowly opened my door and peered around the corner. Louis was nowhere in sight. I quickly but carefully and hopefully silently hopped out of my room and closed the door behind me. I winced at the creaking sound it made, but hopefully Louis didn't hear. He didn't come after me, so I guess he didn't.

I crept down the hall and over to the staircase. I felt like a cat as I slunk down the stairs. I entered the living room and sat down on the couch. Now I just needed to come up with a game plan.

I needed food, water, and clothing. That's all I needed. And Louis obviously wouldn't be helping me out. I'd just have to fend for myself. I could do that.

First off, I needed to run away. That's easy: all you need is a pair shoes and a good pair of running legs. I could return to my mother. The thought made me smile and happy tears spring up in my eyes.

I went over to the front door and glanced back nervously. I half-expected Louis to jump out of the shadows, eyes red and fangs bared, but nothing happened. I relaxed. He must be out hunting. I could escape.

I exited the house and ran for my life. I raced into the old, dead woods and leaped over broken branches and rotting logs. I weaved through the trees. I had no idea where I was going, but hopefully somewhere far, far away from Louis and his dingy house.

I actually started to feel free. Louis couldn't catch me now. I was much too far away for him to nab me now.

But that just jinxed the whole thing.

I tripped and fell flat on my face, scraping my hands and knees. I squeaked in surprise and pain, before jumping back up to my feet. I brushed myself off and winced. All of my clothes were mud-stained now. Nobody would be taking me seriously in a get-up like this.

And then I was on my face again, and I hadn't even taken a step forward. I was starting to wonder why I had fell, when the truth was evident. Each time I couldn't explain something, it must be him.

I looked up weakly, and Louis glared down at me. He shook his head, folding his arms across his chest.

"You're never going to stop, are you?" he asked.

I got up and stared at him defiantly. "No, I'm not," I said confidently. "You can't hold me down. I will escape sometime."

Louis looked back at me coolly, but calmly. He didn't move. Suddenly he was behind me, pressing his fangs into my neck. I gasped, and his teeth found my jugular vein. I struggled not to cry, fear making me tremble.

"Y-you promised," I whispered, praying that he wouldn't insert them.

"I did," he acknowledged, pulling back slightly. "But you need to be taught a lesson. And I haven't had my hunt yet today."

He practically stuck me under his arm and sprinted away. My body bumped against the thorny, dirty ground at top speed, and I yelped frequently. I gritted my teeth, tears flying out of my eyes and into oblivion.

Then we were in a spare room, and he threw me down onto the ground. He slammed the door shut with such force the whole wall seemed to rattle. He walked over to me and I scooted back instinctively.

"Where to start?" he mused. "You know, you're the most delicious girl I've ever smelled. You have no idea how hard it is to restrain myself from draining you right now."

I trembled, and my back pressed up against the wall. I was trapped.

Louis turned away from me, and for a moment I foolishly thought he was going to leave. But then he looked back at me and grinned. His eyes were a crimson red, and his fangs were elongated so that they were actually sticking out of his mouth. He was a beautiful Satan. I screamed and shook my head rapidly in terror.

He grabbed onto me. "If you struggle, it'll hurt more," he hissed in my ear. I stopped, but my heart pounded in my chest.

"Are you sure?" I whispered.

"Positive," he replied, leaning his head towards my neck.

"Are you going to kill me?"

He paused, his canines less than a centimeter away from my skin. "No," he decided. "There's still potential for you yet." I wondered what he meant by that.

But then his teeth were in my neck and I blacked out.