The Vampire, The Wolf, And Me

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Steffs POV

I slowly woke up in bed. I hadn't really realized I had fallen asleep or gotten in bed either. I guess that's one of the many rewards of a hangover.

But wait...this isn't my bed. I looked around the room. The walls were wood, like a log cabin mabey. But without the warm cozy feeling.

The room was dimly lit by a small ceiling light that flicked now and then creating a buzzing noise.

What the hell was I doing here? Mabey this was a place of James's that he never told me about, I can see why. But why on earth would he bring me here.

I sat u-wait, I tugged at my wrists. Were they...were they tied to the bed frame?! I strained my neck to look up at my wrists which were tied above my head to the center of the bedframe.

Mabey this was just some joke, please let it be a joke. "Okay James, this isn't funny anymore. Please untie me." I called out.

There was no reply, only the buzz of the celing responded. "What kind of sick twisted joke is this?! James!?" I kicked my legs as I yelled into the empty space.

"Why must you call out for him? I was enjoying the peace and quiet, just me and you." A voice answered from one of the dark corners of the room.

I looked around the room, my body remaining frozen. "Whose there?" I asked pulling my legs from the end of the bed.

He stepped out of the shadows and stood a few feet from the bed with his arms crossed across his chest."It's me...you don't know who I am do you?" He asked sounding slightly angry and annoyed.

I shook my head completely scared to death. He's who? Am I supposed to know this person who has me captive? Because I sure as hell don't.

"Liar!" The guy yelled as he appeared over my body on the bed in the blink of an eye. He hit the bed with such fore it shook.

I screamed and kicked his body with my foot but only hurting myself in the process. He was like a block of cement.

As my foot collided with his body a crack sounded through the room as pain soon followed, shooting up my leg and into my lower back. I screamed in pain.

"If you were foolish enough to do that, you obviously don't know who I am." He seemed to smile to himself as he said this.

I stared up at his face looming over mine. His almost golden eyes starring into mine. His messy black hair that looked like it was once slicked back hung just slightly over his eyes.

Who in gods name was he? All I could reply back was "No, who are you?" My voice was shaking.

"Well...let me just show you." He smiled wickedly as he said this.

What was he going to do?