Damned Pure-blood Prince [Book #1 of the Damned Series; Completed]

It had to have been a dream...right?

     I woke up on the ground. Was it all a dream? It has to be...there's no other explanation. There was a cloth on the ground. I shook my head. No. It's black, can't tell if it was bloody. I looked in the mirror. No sign. I sighed in relief. It was just a dream. I clasped my necklace back around my neck, rubbing it beneath my shirt. The door opened and I spun around. Ash stood there, looking at me. Remembering what I had done fear took hold again and I bowed.

     "I-I'm sorry s-sire..." I said, standing but looking down at my boots.

     "Whatever. Klaus want's to know who you are. He seems interested in you. I'm not sure what he meant. Who ever wanted to know you?" He laughed. I winced at his words. They stung but are true. Klaus...I do not want to see him again. But, because of the fact that's it's what I want, Klaus walked in.

     "Aw...now that's not true. You'll know she's more than she's letting on. Even if she's forgotten." He was suddenly in front of my and I jumped back, bumping into the wall. Terror stabs at me. He...he...I don't...remember...

     Pain stabbed through my head. I winced and Klaus smiled, taking a step forward. I pressed against the wall. Ash sighed.

     "I'll leave you to her punishment for the insubordination. Do as you wish." with that he walked out.

     "N-No...please don't leave me s-sire..." I whispered silently. A tear streamed down my face. The door shut. Klaus laughed cruelly.

     "I don't know how the hell you survived all these years, but you fell right into my palm. Your survival was pointless. I can finish what I started."

     "W-What do you mean? I don't understand..." I asked, full of fear and confusion. The deep-rooted fear. Most of it is his doing...

     "So you don't remember. Huh. Let's test something shall we?" He stepped forward and pinned me against the wall.

     "P-Please K-K-"

     "Do not say my name." He's getting angry...damn...

     "I-I don't know what you want from me...please, s-sir." I'm terrified, him inches away from me.

      "Sir...never thought you would call me...sir." He laughed.

     My blood turned to ice and my heart sped. He leaned forward and I tried to push him away but he's too strong. He laughed and I squirmed. His breath is warm against the left side of my neck. My right side is pressed into the corner.

     "P-Please..." I shuddered, chills running up and down my spin.

      "Never thought you'd be this scared either, or beg me. Nice change. Too bad I don't care." He laughed.

     His fangs sunk into my neck and there was too much pain to move. He was rough, tearing into me. He ripped through my skin, my veins and arteries. His hand went over my mouth. I was screaming, tears running down my face. His left hand over my mouth and his right pressed into the wound on my shoulder. My mind went numb, as did my body. The pain was too much. He's going to...he's going to drain me dry...

      His hand came off my mouth, my throat was raw, my ability to scream gone. It slid lower on my neck, under my shirt and to the chain. I gasped for breath, trying to push him away, too weak to succeed. No...please don't...his fangs retracted. He didn't stop the bleeding, it soaking my shirt. He pulled out the pendant, pulling the necklace off my neck. It's the first time I ever remember it being in someone's hands other than mine or the boy's from my dream.