Bite Me

Chapter 2

I woke up laying on something soft, and when my eyes started to work again, I also realized I was in a room. It had wooden furniture, a television hanging on the wall, and I realized I had buried myself in the white duvet that had laid on the bed.

My heart stopped when the door opened. I pretended that I was asleep. I could feel him walking closely to me. I could feel him putting him face close to mine.

"I know your awake." He laughed at me. I popped my head up.

"Where am I? What are you? Please let me go home." Tears started to form in my eyes. He looked at me and smiled. I was confused when no fangs showed at the sight of his grin. And his eyes; the red color was replaced by a piercing mint green. I took in his appearance. He was wearing a green t-shirt with black skinny jeans. He looked like a teenage girl's wet dream. Some one that every girl would fawn over in high school. But I knew what he was.

He interrupted my thinking. "Well I am going to leave now, so." He grabbed the sunglasses of the desk and walked towards the door.

"Wait," I tried not to act too concerned, "where are you going? You can't just leave me here." He looked at me and smirked.

"I'm feeling a little thirsty. Thought I would go see what other slutty girl I can find." I should have been happy he was leaving, but instead I felt waves of confusion and pangs of jealousy.

"Is this what you do? You kidnap girls and bring them to hide away in your house." He looked at me for a while before answering.

"No. Your the first I have brought here. You just seem like too much of a fun time to kill." He opened the door and glanced back at me.

"Yet."

"Wait," he walked backwards backed into the room. "you have me, why would you go back out?"

"As tasty as you are," he chuckled, "if I continue to drink from you, you will die." But wouldn't I die in a matter of time anyway from being in here with him?

"I know your jealous Arianna." My head spun to him.

"How do you know my name?" Had he been following me for a while now?

"A drivers license can do you wonders." I looked over on the floor to see my wallet scattered around with all my ID's and credit cards a mess on the floor.

When he left I immediately ran to the door, he had locked of from the outside in. I looked around noticing there were no windows. I was going to die in here. I sat on the bed and thought of everyone I would miss. My family, my friends, everyone. I cried for what felt like hours.

I must have cried myself to sleep because I woke up to him walking into the room.

He didn't look the same. There was what seemed to be blood, on his bottom lip. His skin returned pale. His fangs peeked out from his lips and the eyes that burned through me, those deep red eyes, they were back.

He looked at me and smiled. It was a wicked smile that shook me to my core. He walked over to me and touched my face.

I jumped up out of the bed and retreated to the opposite side of the room.

He looked amused.

"Walk."

I started to walk towards him. I hadn't even felt myself doing it. He must have been controlling.

"How are you doing that?"

"It's a little something I acquired. It comes with the fangs, love. I can control your emotions, your actions, pretty much anything that goes on in your head. I can make you feel whatever I want."

I shuddered at the thought of what he could do to me.

"Closer."

I walked closer.

"Good. Now kiss me."

Before I could protest I grabbed his face and pulled our lips together. He had immediately kissed back.

I pulled away and raised my hand to slap him. I brought my hand down to his cheek.

He looked at me and I could sense the rage in his eyes. But I could sense something else, hunger.

"You know I'm still a little thirsty. And a bit turned on."

"No please-" I went to say his name, but I then realized I didn't know what it was.

"Harry." He spoke to me as if he could read my mind. "Harry Styles"

"Nice to meet you," I walked backwards away from him, trying to distract him, "where are you from? What was your childhood like?"

He laughed. "Sorry love, not going to work."

"Harry please don't do this." I begged him. I wanted nothing more than to leave this place.

"But I want to." was the last thing he said before he grasped me by my waist and pulled me into him.