His Possession

Chapter Three:

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I ran down the dark street as fast as I could, well as fast as my legs would let me. I guess all those times of sitting around and eating chips really didn't help me in this case. I was really out of shape, and I was starting to feel it now. My lungs started to gasp for air and I was breathing heavily.

I pumped my legs as fast as I could as I sprinted down the street.

It's only been five minutes and I'm already dying. My lungs lurched for air and my throat felt like it was ripping itself apart due to thirst and air deprivation. I tried my best to ignore my body's pleas to stop running and take a rest but I couldn't. I needed to get out of there or they'd find me and I'd certainly be dead. But I also needed to find help.

I was terrified to be caught because I had no idea what those guys wanted with me. Surely I pissed them off but I didn't think they'd actually come after me. The thought of those innocent people dying stung my heart and drew fresh tears to my eyes. I was so worried about them, I wished I could've done something. Damn, I felt so useless and helpless. I hated this feeling. I wished I would've just given myself up to save them.

I pushed down the thought, as it was doing me no good right now. And I sprinted down the road as fast as I could go. The streets were empty besides a few cars and people sleeping on the sidewalks. It was the dead of the night, there were barely any people around.

I glanced back behind me, realizing that I had probably ran enough since I was more than five minutes away and that I desperately needed a break. My throat ached and my mouth was drier than ever, I would kill for a glass of water right now.

A gunshot in the distance caused me to jump and pick up my pace to a speed walk, my head still turned in the direction where the shot came from.

I sighed heavily and turned back around, expecting to see the sidewalk that I had been walking down for the last while I was suddenly taken back when I bumped into a man. I walked into his hard chest and let out a small ouf.

I muttered a soft 'sorry' before squinting my eyes and straining my neck upwards to get a good look at the guy I had just walked into.

"Look who I found." The man chuckled.

My mind raced with hundreds of thoughts. How the fuck did he find me? What was he going to do to me? What do I do?! Out of instinct, I whipped around and started running down the street. Stefan caught up to me in a matter of seconds, gripping me by my pointy tail and ripping me backwards into him. I let out a shriek and collided with his chest. He took the opportunity to silence me by slapping his rough hand over my mouth, cutting off my screams instantly.

"You're not going anywhere, amore." He breathed heavily.

I was starting to get really tired of that nickname he always used on me. I did the first thing that came to my mind. I bit hard down onto his hand, drawing blood. The metallic taste flooded my mouth and he yanked his hand back. I threw my now free head back into his nose. I knew I had hit my target when I heard the sick crack and another scream from him. I whipped around again to face him, sending my knee into his crotch and bolting down the street as fast as I could move.

Stefan crumbled to the sidewalk and held his nose and crotch, screaming out a slew of curse words at me that I could barely understand since they were in Italian.

"You're in for it now, Emily!" I heard him shout and the sound of footsteps thudding after me.

I let out a sharp cry and pumped my legs faster down the street. I screamed and screamed until my throat ached. Someone had to have heard me.