Ella's POV
I strutted down the dark and empty street, rubbing my arms quickly to fight off the chill that had passed through me. My tight, black cocktail dress rubbed where it ended high up on my thigh, and my pin straight hair blew backwards from the wind. My black pumps clicked against the pavement of their driveway as I approached the door. The party seemed to be in full swing, seeing as music was vibrating through the ground and people were emptying the contents of their stomach into the front yard before collapsing to the ground not long afterwards.
Before my hand could touch the doorknob, the door swung open, revealing Ricky in a formal black dress shirt, along with black skinnies and his signature creepers. I shifted uncomfortably as his eyes raked over me, taking in my figure. He smirked before stepping aside and letting me in. I let out a sigh of relief as I realized that I was neither over or underdressed.
As people walked by, I felt them staring at me. The men tended to stare a little longer, and one even stopped, walking over to talk to me.
"I haven't seen you around before." He yelled over the music. I smiled, taking a sip out of a drink he'd handed me. It smelled foul, and tasted even worse as it burned down my throat, but I took it down like a champ. "Well, I'm new here, so I would say you haven't." I answered, taking his hand and leading him to the make shift dance floor in the middle of the living room. He put his hands on my hips, pulling them closer to meet his as he swayed to the beat. I melted into his touch, my body mimicking whatever his did. He leaned closer to my ear.
"I wouldn't have missed a face like yours." He mumbled before moving to suck on my exposed neck. I moaned, entangling my fingers in his hair as our hips grinded harder to the pumping music. His hands traveled around to my lower back as my head started spinning. The room titled and swayed, and as my head lolled over, I could see Ricky staring at me and the boy with what could only be described as... was that jealousy?... written all over his face. He walked away slowly, one fist clenched at his side as the other was occupied with holding a red solo cup filled with a deep red liquid.
I could hardly care about Ricky right now, seeing as it was becoming harder and harder to stand on my own two feet. I kicked off my heels, hoping that would help me keep my balance, but the spinning sensation and the weakening of my body only worsened with the passing time. By now I had figured out that the boy had most likely spiked my drink.
I felt him lift my feet off the ground, but my attempts to fight back were softened. I could hardly move at all, nevermind actually fight someone. i could only watch as he carried me through an open doorway, shutting the heavy wooden door with his foot before turning around and locking it. He tossed my body onto the bed like a rag doll before climbing on top of me. My screams only came out as small whimpers, and I silently begged anyone, someone to just
Help me.
Ricky's POV
Help me.
My head snapped up as I heard her voice, loud and clear, ring through my mind. I looked around, seeing if she was anywhere near me. She wasn't. Even if she was, I wouldn't have been able to hear her over the blaring music and the hollering of fellow partygoers. I had seen her dancing with Carson earlier... and then it hit me. Carson hadn't fed in over a fucking week. He was out of control with thirst, I could see it in his eyes when he walked in. I tried to stop Chris from letting him in, but Chris just brushed me off. But now, I swear I was going to snap his neck for letting him get past the doors.
For letting him touch her the way he did.
For letting him hurt her.
I bounded up the stairs in a panic, ignoring Balz's and Ghost's screams of my name as they followed me. I found a drift of her scent traveling through the air, and quickly pin pointed the source coming from the spare bedroom. I charged over, grabbing at the doornob. I wiggled it fiercely, discovering it was locked.
"Occupied." I heard Carson yell, accompanied by a dark chuckle.
Occupied, my ass.
I stepped back, only to run towards the door again. I slammed my body against it with all my strength, causing it to fly forward. I took in the scene and almost exploded with rage. Ella lay lifeless on the bed, her pale face tilted over to expose the smooth skin of her neck. Carson hovered over her, fangs bared, ready to bite.
I growled, charging over to the bed and shoving Carson off. All of the vampires here tonight were supposed to be vegetarian. They only fed on animals. I knew that Carson wasn't himself, that the thirst had taken over and that he couldn't control it, but he should've known better. He shouldn't have come to a party knowing that he could flip so easily.
He struggled against the grip Balz and Ghost had put on him, snapping his fangs wildly toward Ella. They dragged him out (using quite a lot of strength, might I add. You never want to encounter a hungry vampire), leaving me to take care of Ella.
I turned her head so it was facing up again, sitting down on the side of the bed. I stroked her cheek gently, willing her to wake up. Finally, I heard her moan groggily, shifting so that she was laying on her side. She opened her eyes, looking up at me through her thick lashes.
I smiled down at her, brushing away a stray strand of hair from in front of her eyes. I had to admit, she was beautiful.
"What happe-" se mumbled before I put my finger against her lips, shushing her.
"Ge some sleep. You're safe with me." She nodded before curling up against my side, nuzzling her face into my neck as I laid down with her. I wrapped my arms around her tiny frame, finally drifting off to sleep at the sound of her breathing.
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