The Lunar Promise

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 2 ::

I was only eighteen when Sandro stole my life from me. He took me away not only from my family but also from my homeland. I now live somewhere in the United Stated. I had no choice but to learn English because Sandro was raised in the USA and only speaks English.

That painful bite on my neck turned me into what I'm today. A disgusting vampire who stop aging. My appearance is different now... I'm obviously less human. My eyes are no longer dark brown like they use to be now they are sky blue like the rest of the vampires. My cheeks are always red giving a fake blush look. My fangs are annoying and don't let me speak fluently, it's a good thing I can hide them whenever I want. My skin is always cold is like I'm frozen in time. I hate this. I seriously stopped living when I became what I became. I died.

But the worst of all of this mess is my new life next to Sandro the sick creature who did all this to me. He kidnapped me just for the fun of it. He saw I was pretty and young and decided I should be his.

I guess that was the only way he could find a wife. Since he was turned so old he will forever be old while I will forever be young. I still can't believe I have been with him for so freaking long. I wish I could be free from him but he has me in his hands. Sandro warned me from the start that if I run away from him he would kill all my family. I can't let him hurt them. I also tried to kill him once but I couldn't he is super strong. He hit me so hard that time I really thought I was going to die again.

It sound pitiful but I don't fight him any more I just do what he says, when he says it. If I ever disobey him he hits me so savagely and because I refuse to drink human blood I'm always weaker than the others vampires. For this very same reason the bruises he makes on me don't heal as fast as they should.

I spend most of my free time in our room doing absolutely nothing. Right now I'm playing with a curl of my very long hair. I'm wearing a red strapless short dress tight to my waist and loose at the bottom. I don't like wearing pants what so ever. Times have change but I'm still more reserve that the other female vampires.

I stiff when I heard footstep getting closer and closer to my room. I know it's him I can recognize the sound his shoes makes when they hit the floor. I quietly walked and stand in front of the window pretending to be looking at the gorgeous forest view.

"Alondra, you are going to do something for me," Sandro said with his one and only empty squeaky voice. I hate how he orders me around. 'You're going to do something for me?' He is so dominant and possessive.

I rolled my eyes before turning to look at him but never at his disgusting sky blue eyes. Sandro was dress all in black as usual. He's taller than me but I think everyone is I'm only 5 feet tall. He is as pale as a ghost. His hair is black as night and always combs it to the back with massive amount of gel. He's hideous. His wrinkle face is the worst he has bushy eyebrows a crooked nose and very thin lips. How I hate to kiss them. Unlike me Sandro is proud to be a vampire he never hides his long yellow fangs.

"What am I going to do for you?" I answered trying my best to hold my disgust to him.

I saw him extending his hand towards me. I started to hyperventilate, is he going to hit me? What did I do wrong this time? I closed my eyes waiting for the hit, it never came. I open my eyes and saw his hand extended to me he was holding something on his hand I think it was a picture.

"Take it," He said already getting impatient. I did as he order.

I examined the picture I like what my eyes are seem. What a hunk! Who is he? I looked back at Sandro confuse.

"Memories every detail about him," Sandro said to me.

I looked at the picture again. Who is he? He's sooooooo handsome! The picture only shows his upper body. With pleasure I started memorizing his short dirty blonde hair, his thin eyebrows, his almond shape hazel eyes, then his perfect nose, his sexy full lips surrounding a huge smile, his teeth are so white! His skin is light but not pale. He was wearing a white tank shirt revealing his muscle. And when I say muscles I mean muscles. At a moment like this I was glad I was a vampire because my cheeks are always red Sandro couldn't tell I was really blushing.

"Why are you giving me this photo?" I asked nervously.

"You are going to kill him," he replied coldly.

:) As promise this story will always be full of surprises.

I was wondering if a gently soul out there can help me edit this story??????? I'll give you credit!