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Sorry it took me so long to upload this next chapter, I had a really busy weekend.
Its 3am now- and I have to be up in the morning so I hope its ok.
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His voice, although softly spoken had a harsh tone to it that made my blood run cold, I tensed up at the knowledge his powerful fingers where still clenched tightly around my wrist. I immediately had a fear in one swift movement he could break my wrist at a whim.
'Let go of me' I said, trying to twist my wrist out of his grip while maintaining some power in my shaking voice. He smirked.
'I don't think that will be possible Miss Lorre, as you obviously will not come without force' He looked down at his fingers clasped around my wrist so tightly the ends of his fingers were turning increasingly white while I looked around in desperate hope of finding some route of escape.
'Who the fuck are you?' I questioned.
'All your questions will be answered upon arrival. You will come with me now, no?'
He knew as well as I, this rhetorical question need not be answered. Although I longed to be away from his deadly gaze emerging from light brown eyes and a heavy set brow- I desperately needed answers. He had also jumped to the balcony and therefore must know some secret behind my existence. The first rule of thumb when dealing with a persistent stranger is to NEVER go ANYWHERE with them- eight year olds knew this. But here I was, annoyed by this man's arrogant attitude but nodding at him.
He gripped my wrist tighter, which I thought was an impossible feat, and pulled me over the balcony (thank god we landed vertically), ran me across the manicured front garden of Lottie's mansion and straight over the eight foot high brick wall which surrounded the compound. A black BMW with tinted windows was parked haphazardly a few feet away, and I was pushed into the back seat. At inhuman speed the stranger ran to the driver side of the car, got in and began driving away at a ridiculous pace.
'You have come into you powers nicely Miss Lorre' the handsome stranger spoke turning round to give me an appreciative glare from tip to toe that made me feel nauseous. 'So often the change affects people badly for a few months-but I suppose that's natural without the thirst.'
I sat hunched with my back across the door, arms folded. I gingerly tried the door handle- I was sure a fall from a church spire would hurt me worse than a fall from a moving car. Although I needed answers more than anything, this guy's attitude made me feel uncomfortable. He grinned an utterly dazzling smile. He was good looking now I could see him properly- his brown hair stuck up in a fashionable preppy style that framed a large face with heavy masculine features- a strong straight nose and defined square jaw line that Chad Michael-Murray would have been jealous of. He, like me, had deathly pale skin and blood red lips.
'Child locks'.
'If you know my name, surely its only fucking polite that I know yours' I muttered angrily. Finding a confidence in myself that I had thought I'd lost the night I had been attacked.
'That sort of language should not be used by a young lady, Miss Lorre, in my day it would be seen as highly common'. I rolled my eyes- this guy couldn't be more than seven or eight years older than me, and yet he was talking like my grandfather. 'And if you must know, my name it Arthur'. That explained it, and old man's name, an old man's attitude.
