I Will Not Break

Chapter 2: Attack

Red painted my vision. I swung aimlessly for him, hands clawing at the air where he once was. My heart pounded and my skin tingled as a chill slid up my back before a glacier like chest pressed flush behind me. My blood boiled from my cheeks down to my thighs where his hands now rested with a firm grip dangerously crawling upwards. Flustered and furious I reacted without thought and dug my elbow into his gut, then brought my foot down on his. He staggered back in shock from my desperate blow but regained his balance almost instantly, completely prepared for my next pounce. Tears streamed down my face, a fire burned inside my eyes, and an outraged roar burst out of my trembling lips.

The eyes of everyone in the room were drawn to me, glued to every move I made but no one interfered, not even a noise was made at my defiance. My rage was swallowing me whole, grasping my very soul and over powering every other emotion inside of my heart. Even if I wanted to stop, it wasn't an option because my anger had taken control. It had caged me in.

With every ounce of strength within me, I swung at his face, but he caught my fist like I barely tossed it, then yanked me toward him again. With one simple twist, he had my back pressed against him (once again) with my hands trapped behind me.

"I am going to kill you!" I screamed. He barely reacted to my furious outburst, but my body shook, unstable and nervous in his solid cold grip. Frustration didn't even describe how I felt. It wasn't natural the way he didn't even have to put up a fight. All he did was dodge me. 

His breathing on my neck drew my gaze to him, his blood red eyes were hypnotized by the tiny droplet of sweat slowly dripping down my neck, right at my collarbone. His grip on me tightened and he clenched his jaw firmly as if he was trying to keep his mouth shut, but then two very canine fangs slide passed his lips.

His bottom lip trembled and a whisper escaped, "I am sorry."
Then those very sharp teeth stabbed into my skin.

"No!"I screeched, pain coursed through every inch of my body from every gulp of my blood he drank. Cry after cry I begged him to stop, to just put me down, but his iron grip tightened on me the more I struggled to break free. My head pounded against my own skull, the room was spinning, fuzzy and suddenly so far away. Fatigue washed over me, almost drowning me.

I can't die, I won't die because I will have my revenge. 

Something happened in that moment that I felt as if I was truly hopeless, nearly dead.... All of it stopped. The pain, fatigue, all of it abruptly disappeared.

The crowd of deadly supernatural beings was gone and I was surrounded by complete darkness, my lips that had been shaking moments ago were firmly pressed against something silky smooth. A sweet tangy substance was flowing into my mouth awakening every taste bud to a bitter sweet copper flavor that slid eagerly down my tongue.

Gulp after gulp I greedily sucked it down. My eyelids fluttered open, and I yearned to look at the Delicious substance, but once my gaze landed on it I froze in fear. My lips were coated in a Crimson red, running down skin that was not my own... It was someone's neck.

My horror crashed into me the moment I recognized the person.

Bleach blond hair clung to her face, while her purple highlights were coated in blood. It was a girl.... It was me.

-Get out of my head!- A voice echoed in my own skull, my yelp of surprise pulled me back into my own head, back to the pain pounding through me and the fatigue that I would be smothered by.

All my will to fight, to kill him at that very moment evaporated as I collapsed on the floor with a big "Thud!" A thick puddle of a warm substance surrounded me, soaked my dress and clung to my skin...That thick substance just happened to be my blood. Nausea hit me, even if it wasn't as big of a puddle as I believed it to be. I heaved but nothing came up besides a cry of agony.

"Shh, it's okay. Quiet." A voice whispered to me, comforting me. It was the voice of an angel, it had to be. That voice gave me just enough strength to turn to the body pressing me against them, whispering to me.

Dark crimson eyes stared back at me and I gave him an attempt at a deadly scowl. "Get the hell away from me!" I snapped- or I attempted to say anyway, but I believe the words coming out of my mouth were nothing but gibberish.

"I know it hurts, but it won't always be that way. If you wouldn't struggle so much you would actually enjoy the bite more than I do," He smiled, I glared. Before I could respond with a nasty comment, however, he swept me up in his arms and the sudden movement left me dazed. His hold on me was firm, careful but still firm. He rubbed his cheek against my own, angering me but he merely whispered in my ear, "Sleep."

I wanted to fight him with all of my might, to make him pay for my turmoil, but before I could say anything more my whole world went black.