In Love With A Vampire? Not To Mention He Kidnapped Me.

An Unwelcome Guest {Chapter 7}

I stood at the door for a moment, shocked by Jett's harsh tone. I was confused. I touched the glossy wood of the frame.

It was solid. Oak. Expensive.

I frowned. Impossible to escape through this route.

My mind flickered to my kidnapper's guest. I looked at the deadlock, cleverly latched from the outside. Why had I been reimprisoned? I hadn't provoked anyone, or even threatened to expose myself as a hostage...

I was sure that they thought I was going to escape. Little did they know, I was plotting too.

I WAS. These guys were crazy. Crazy. They actually thought they were vampires. I involuntarily shuddered. What if they tried to drink my blood?! I sucked in a quick breath, this atrocious thought making me nauseous. I walked over to the balcony, in need of some fresh air. To my surprise, a fancy looking sports car was leaving the driveway, which wound through a line of trees as far as my eyes could strain. 

After I approached the balcony's edge, the car slowed dramatically, coming to a stop. My breath caught in my throat. Had they seen me?! Was I going to be saved?!

I could make out two silhouetted figures in the fading evening light.

It began to reverse, towards the house. My heart pounded. My thoughts raced.

Escape.

Remembering what Jett had said, I backed into the room and leaped onto the bed, covering myself with the thick floral blankets. I closed my eyes and tried to relax, feigning sleep. I was going to be okay.

Waves of relief flooded me. I was going to escape. I was going to be free. I wasn't going to die; die at the hands of two psychotic men claiming to be something of the supernatural.

This was my second chance.

This was it. I was safe.

I couldn't help from smiling just a bit, squishing my head into the pillow.

It muffled the yells from below.

Night had fallen. I dozed off, impatient for rescue. My hopes were beginning to fade. It had been over an hour since I had seen the car backing up into my kidnapper's driveway.

I sighed. Perhaps I hadn't been seen at all. Perhaps it was just a figment of my imagination. There was no telling what had become of my faux "rescuers". They may not even exist. 

Silent tears began to roll down my cheeks. Escape seemed impossible. How would I get out of this hellhole? I was afraid. Terrified. So scared of what was to become of me that the hairs on my neck stood up. 

I was stuck in a home, a massive house, with two men claiming to be vampires.

I balled my hands into fists, desperately trying to brainstorm my way out. I had to earn their trust. That would be my chance. If I could get them to let me out into the public's eye, I could get out. I could escape. Two men against a store staff? An entire faculty? It was impossible for the to defend themself. Impossible for them to keep me if I were to expose myself in public. I would play it off like a joke, walking away to safety. I could use a pay phone to contact the police.

Or my parents, even. Desperate times call for desperate measures. They wouldn't believe me. Nobody would; I had no doubt of that. How long had I been here? Three days? Four? They would suppose that I'd made a run for it, went off with someone for a while to try and get away and make them pity me. They wouldn't look for any kidnapper or suspect. Life would go on normally.

Normal. A foreign term to me. As I lay in a bed that's not mine, I almost laughed at the irony. This bed felt more normal, more comfortable than my own. It was beyond unreal. I was unhappy here. I was unhappy at home. In fact, I almost prefered this place to home. I wasn't forced to withstand a three mile walk to and from work every day. I didn't have to earn money. I didn't have to worry about my next meal. It was delivered, without question or protest, each and every meal.

I supposed it was lazy to think like that. I supposed I didn't care. I frowned.

Suddenly, hope seared through my veins, pure adreneline.

Someone was coming up the staircase.

I heard the creaks as someone ascended. My thoughts were instantly that it was my rescuer. I sat up, remaining on the bed. Although I was desperate to leave this place, I was scared it would be Jett, waiting for me to make a false move.

The handle shuddered slowly to one side. It continued to turn, until it wouldn't turn anymore. I watched curiously. Maybe it was a different kind of lock system. The handle remained in place for over 30 seconds. My heart was pounding. What was going on?!

To my horror, the handle began to continue turning in the direction it had began turning in. The wood, I was unsure of how ancient it was, creaked under the intense pressure. The door was fighting to stay locked, the deadlock holding in its designated place.

I came to a conclusion in my mind. My kidnappers were trying to scare me. 

A bullet shot rang out through the air. I covered my ears, letting out a smell shriek. Looking up, there was one beam of light shining in the room, not unlike a flashlight. Upon looking closer, I became petrified.

The light was coming from a hole. The doorknob had been ripped from it's socket.

Dead silence. I didn't dare release the breath I was holding captive. 

The door whipped open, slamming against the wall. I exhaled with a loud yell. I pulled the covers of the bed up over my chest and shoulders.

If they were trying to scare me, it was definitely working. 

The wooden floor boards of my creaked as someone stepped into my room. I took a deep breath.

Rescue?

"No," I whispered. The figure took a step into the room. I couldn't see his whole face, only his symmetrically square jaw line.

"No!" I said firmly. A smirk contorted onto his face. He slowly, agonizingly slowly, lifted his eyes up to mine.

The color reflected in the light, casting disturbing green beams onto my face.

His eyes were a pitch perfect shade of emerald, and reflected light like cat's eyes.

I screamed bloody murder.