The Black Raven

The Bite

As soon as I push open the door a wave of uneasiness washes over me. I close my eyes for a moment and take a breath. There's no going back after this. I think. But I'm sure of what I want and I go in. Inside is a mess of over turned chairs and tables. It looks like it has been abandoned for years but I know better than to think that. I feel something brush my arm and I turn around, alarm bells going off in my head. There's nothing there. Then everything happens to fast for me to comprehend. Someone puts their hand over my mouth and as I try to wrench it away to breath they pin both my hands behind my back. They move to fast for me to see them and they push me backwards hard and I fly against the wall. I gasp for air as two hands pin me against the wall. I look up at the face, which belongs to the hands pinning me against the wall. They have black hair, pale skin, black eyes and lips that are stunningly bright against the boys face.

"Jessie." I whisper.

He gives me an evil smile.

"What are you doing here? Raven." He says my name after a pause and waits to see my reaction.

I narrow me eyes at him and he pushes harder against my shoulders. I cry out in pain as I feel something crack. He's to strong for me to fight.

"What are you doing here?" He raises his voice as he presses against my left shoulder where he broke the bone. I scream again, louder and higher this time.

"I... I need something from you." I say between gasps of air.

Jessie looks at me almost as if he's intrigued.

"Oh. And what would that be?"

He moves one hand off my shoulder and runs a finger up and down my arm slowly. If it were anyone else the gesture would be considered friendly maybe even romantic but when he does it, it's a threatening gesture meant to remind me of how much more powerful he is than me, that he can do whatever he wants to me an there's nothing I can do about it. I close my eyes and a tear squeezes out. I bit my lip against the pain in my shoulder.

"What do you want?" He presses his finger into my arm and I feel his nail cut through skin and flesh.

I take another breath and brace myself for what I'm about to say knowing that once I say it either he'll do it or he'll kill me.

"I...I need you to change me." I use the word need instead of want. "To... To make me like you. Make me a... a..." I choke on the word.

He stares at me waiting for me to say it. I don't.

"Say it." He dares me as he grips me arm with the hand he was running up and down it.

Renewed pain flairs in my shoulder. He knows what I want and he knows that once I say it I can't take it back. I look at the blood stained carpet. Will that be my future? I think. Hunting on the helpless dragging them back to my house to kill them. My breath catches. NO! I'll be different. I've made up my mind.

"Make me a vampire." As soon as I say it I regret it.

I slowly look up to meet his eyes. There's something in them that looks almost like pity mixed with something else. He lets go of my arm and slides both of his hands down my body to my waist and back up but this time he goes under my shirt. He continues to slide them up.

"Stop." I breathe, pushing his hands downwards.

"Why? You can't stop me." He pushes against my hands and goes up again.

"Please. This... This was a mistake. I... I shouldn't have come here. Let me go." I plead attempting to extract myself from his arms.

"No." He replies, his eyes narrowing.

He spins me around and propels me to a chair fast, to fast. He leans forward and pushes his cold lips against mine. He presses me backwards into the chair actually being careful of my shoulder. He presses harder against me his lips moving fiercely across my skin.

"Stop." I cry trying to push him off me.

He doesn't. He keeps going. Anger rises in me. No. No magic I promised. But it's to late the table across from us catches fire and Jessie turns to see what happened. I take the chance and push him off me. I run across the room and make it to the door. I pull it open and just, as I'm about to escape arms wrap round my waist.

"Oh no you don't." Jessie says.

I desperately grab hold of the doorframe as he tries to pull me back inside. Even though my shoulder burns in agony I grip on as tight as I can. Trying with all my might to stay out of the house.

"No." I squeal. "No, no, no, no."

I try to hold on but he is too strong and I have to let go. He pulls me back inside and carries me upstairs. Despite my efforts to escape or set something else on fire he keeps a strong hold on me. He carries me into a room with concrete walls, a single metal chair and some handcuffs. It looks like a prison cell. He puts me on the chair and holds me there while he quickly handcuffs my feet to the legs of the chair and my hands together behind the back of the chair. He disappears for a second before reappearing with a wooden chair. He puts it in front of me and sits on it back to front. He reaches out to place his hand on my cheek but I shake my head to get him off but that only makes him grip it between both of his hands.

"So my dear Raven. When were you planning on telling me you were a Wicca?" He strokes me cheek with his thumb.

"I gave it up a long time ago." I growl trying to wiggle out of my restraints. "Why are you keeping me here?"

"You know. I think I am going to change you." He says almost as if he is talking to himself.

A flood of emotions runs through me when he says that. Mainly terror. My breathing quickens and I'm sure he can hear my heart racing.

"Awww. Don't scared." He smiles his evil smile again. "It wont hurt." He stands up and moves closer to me. "Much." He adds.

He starts to lean forwards towards my neck.

"Why?" He leans back looking puzzled at my question. "Why do you want to change me?" I expand.

"I have a feeling you could be of great use to me." He explains after a moment of consideration.

He starts to lean in again and I begin to plead with him. "Please. Please don't do it. I'll do anything. Just DON'T do it."

He doesn't listen and he continues to lean closer to my neck. I close my eyes not wanting to see what is coming. I'm sorry. I think. I should have listened to you. I shouldn't have come. I hear Jessie's fangs come out and I breathe heavily. Awaiting what is to come.