Bitten {Book 1} ✔

Chapter Two

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Drip.

What on earth is that?

Drip. Drip.

Is the faucet leaking again?

Drip.

With heavy eyes, my eyelids pull open as the dripping of water continues. My mind is full of fog as I try to grab my pillow and shut the noise out.

"Stupid!" The voice is angry as realization fills my mind.

I am not alone in my room.

The heavy breathing wakes me as my eyelids grow heavy but my vision focuses more with every blink.

As my visions focus the memory of earlier come flooding my mind. The man from Starbucks stabbed me. I remember that my chest was numb earlier I glance down there is nothing there.

The pounding of my head makes me groan and the breathing stops. I hear footstep against concrete making their way towards me. My back is against something hard and my legs are against the cold concrete ground. 

I am not in the alleyway any more, he must have moved me. I am in a huge building. The footsteps are coming from behind some boxes used as a barrier. When the guy comes out from behind them he stands in front of me.

Even though the building is not well lit I can see well with little effort. The person is wearing tight black jeans and a dark grey jacket over his slim body. I stare at his facial features he has stubble and he is biting his lower lip.

Then my gaze lands on his dark brown eyes locking my gaze, like a caged bird I have nowhere to stare except for his eyes, but the purple around his eyes has disappeared.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Wes, how are you feeling?" He asks with his raspy voice. I narrow my eyes.

Did you kidnap me? How do you think I am?

I glance away from him when the rust stench invades my nostrils. A hiss escapes my lips, "You must be thirsty," I turn to gaze at him and he has a wicked smile on his lips. "I know you can talk, so talk." His features are calm but his eyes are angry.

"Can I have a glass of water?" It comes out as a whisper.

"Water? What good is water going to do to you?" He chuckles, I do not understand his humor.

"My throat is killing me," I try to clear my throat but that does not help and when I swallow it is as if sandpaper scraping were scraping the inside of my throat.

"Water will not help you, you need this," he walks towards the boxes and disappears behind them. I can hear him huff as he picks something up. When he returns he has a limp body dangling from his shoulder.

He killed him and I'm next.

A lump forms in my throat as my mouth waters, I swallow hard. "This will help," he throws the body at my legs but I have time to move them towards my chest and the body hits the ground with a loud thump. I am having an inner battle with myself, I dry heave at the sight of the person's ripped out throat but my mouth fills with saliva as the blood from his neck drips onto the floor.

"What's wrong with me?" I push my body back but the wall keeps me in place. My chest is heaving, I roll my head back trying not to glance at the body, but the stench is ever present. I push myself up with my legs trembling and with all my might I step over the body. "Are you going to kill me?"

I step up to the man in front of me trying to show him I am not scared of him but it is hard when my whole body is trembling.

"No, after I searched for months, found what I was looking for, and did a successful transformation you want me to kill you," he laughs.