Chapter 5<3
Then it was all over. He pulled his hand back. I sighed. I wanted more. I NEEDED more. I grabbed his
arm, more like clawed. He stared back in surprise. I licked his arm. He shivered. I put my lips to the cut.
His mouth opened, as if to talk, but nothing came out. He closed his eyes. I heard something.
"No!make it stop. Yes. no. It feels so good though." I opened my eyes no one was around. I looked
at him. He looked like a little kid. So vulnerable. Some part of me wanted to take advantage of him.
No! I let go of his arm. He tumbled away. I still wanted it. It? Ohmigod! Blood. Nooooo! I could hear his
thoughts. "That..... She..... just bit me... let a bloodsucker bite me."
I ran, I didn't know what else to do. Something grabbed me. I turned around and saw him for the
first time. In the house had been dark. Holy Jesus, Mary Mother of The Lordie. He was soooooooo FINE.
He had pale skin, not like Edward Cullen though, ice blue eyes. His hair was like so hot. It was long,not
too long. It was a mix of blonde and black. He had a hold of me by my shoulders. He was staring at
me. His face was not vulnerable anymore. It was strong and confident. He looked sad though. He was getting ready to say something.
Everything inside me exploded. I gasped for air. I felt like my heart
had exploded. I tried to hold in the scream. I couldn't. I heard his voice.
"It's going to be OK." I don't think even he believed himself. He picked me up. I was lights out.
I woke up what seemed like a year later. "Well hello,little one."
I was scared. This was a whole different person than Blake or the other fine guy.
"Who are you?" I whispered, afraid to open my eyes.
"My name is Erik. You have met my brothers. I can tell. Oh for god's sake open your eyes!" I opened
my eyes. " OK, well the first you met was Blake, the vampire. The handsome, cocky one. Ahha! In fact
so cocky Ryan hot a hold of you. Ryan, the werewolf. The hotty, environmentalist, cares about weak
things, like you. Yet not strong enough to take care of you. That's where I come in. The shape-
shifter. The cautious, ruthless one. If you would have stayed with Blake you wouldn't be here. I'm
stronger than Ryan, Ryan is smarter than me. I'm weaker than Blake, but trickier than him. Yet who
has the prophecy. Me!" He was grinning ear to ear.
"Whats happening to me?" I was being so silent because every part of me hurt.
"Oh, you are changing. And it's about to get lot worse." He had be standing by the counter top in
the kitchen. I assumed he was I don't know. He was now in front on me with a syringe full of red
liquid. I sniffed. Blood.
"What are you doing?" I pleaded knowing what he was going to say.
He held his hand out, gesturing for me to give him my hand. I did as he wanted. Within 3 seconds the
syringe was in my wrist, and he was drinking blood from my neck. He, this was wrong .It was nothing
like either of the other two. It was pure pain. Like getting the life sucked out of you. Drained. "What,
you are supposed to give as much as you take." He was taking most of my blood and gave me near to
none in return.
"No! I gave you all you need to become a third of all the brothers."
He finally pulled away. I was weak. I wished I had a cookie. Like the ones they give you after you
donate blood. I didn't notice, but I was crying. I didn't want to die. He couldn't kill me though. I just
knew he couldn't. "You want to hear the story of the three brothers?" I nodded, something to
distract him, give me time to heal, get stronger.
"We were born in 1665. We were triplets born on February 17th.
During the black plague. It was a terrible time you see? Then I zonked out.
