Who Said Vampires Don't Exist? Well, I Did, Until Now

Chapter 4: So Many Questions

Chapter 4

He reveled in the smell of my blood. I couldn't really describe what happened next because my senses became a blur. As I looked into Seth's eyes, I could see a need, a desire, which was indescribable. I distantly heard Reuban's voice in the background and the car engine cutting off.

I didn't get my senses back until Seth was literally ripped away from me. I didn't realize until then how close his face was to mine. His car door was open; in fact, all the car doors were open except mine. Where did they all go? I speculated faintly, as my head was still a spinning mess. I was the only one in the car, and I was confused beyond belief.

Just when I was about to open my door and get out, Alex slid into the seat beside me.

"Alex, what's going on?" I asked. I was surprised by how drained my voice sounded.

"Reuban and Seth went to deal with a... a problem." His vague answer intrigued me; what did he mean? However, my intuition told me not to ask. My intuition told me I didn't really want to know the answer. A few minutes went by, and I ran out of things to think about.

"What's taking them so long?" I finally asked. Much more of this waiting, and I'd go insane.

He continued to stare out the window, not looking at me. He acted as if he hadn't heard me, and I let it slide this time.

I contemplated all that had happened in my life so suddenly, as the sun dropped below the trees causing an orange haze to fill the landscape. How could this be happening? I'd been sent to boarding school and kidnapped on the same day! This situation was impossible. I knew I was going to wake up any minute and forget all about this. It had to be a dream... it just had to be.

"We're back." Reuban's voice snapped me from my thoughts. Seth was now sitting up front with Reuban. They both looked a little flushed and less pale. We started driving again, and my eyes felt heavy. It had to have been getting really late.

"How much farther till we get... wherever we're going?" I asked.

"We're going to our house in Alabama; it should take around two hours." Seth answered. He seemed a lot less tense, and for some reason I felt relieved.

Immediately after feeling relief, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Two hours in a car with these guys I didn't even know. I was being kidnapped. They were taking me to their home.

Surprisingly, I didn't feel fear. I wasn't scared at all. I thought that I must really have lost all my emotions because I didn't feel anything in this moment. I was being kidnapped, and I didn't even care.

My eyes drooped more and more as time passed. It took all my effort not to fall asleep. After a while, I gave up and let my eyes close. My head rested against the window. The worst that could happen was that they killed me in my sleep, and I didn't particularly mind if they did.

The only thing I could hope for was that my dreams would be Sam free.

But one thing I'd learned, I never got what I wish for.

~~"Jaime Erikson in the flesh. What an honor." A man stood in front of me and bowed. He was tall, dark, and mysterous: what every girl would drool over. But I found myself drawn to him in another way. I felt a fearful respect for this strange man I didn't know.

"And who are you?" I asked. My head cocked to the side as I studied him.

He was muscular... very muscular. His brown hair hung low in his pale face, so low in fact that I couldn't see his eyes. That fact annoyed me, and I found myself having a strange urge to see his eyes. I needed to see his eyes. I could barely make out the bridge of his nose; it was broad and defined. His lips pulled in a taut line.

"Who I am does not matter." There was a silence, but it got interrupted by a giggle. My eyes scanned to see where it came from. I didn't see anyone else. Just when I was about to ask, a head popped out from behind the man's leg.

"Sam!" I called out. He smiled at me and waved but stayed behind the man. "Sam, come here." I implored, holding out my arms waiting for him to run to me. But he didn't move.

"Sam needs to stay with me." The man said. A fiery anger overcame me; how dare he?!

"He's my brother!" I screamed reaching out to Sam.

"I just came to tell you he is happy." The man said. I thought I saw sympathy cross the little part of his face that I could see.

"What do you mean?" I asked. This guy was starting to give me stranger-danger vibes.

"I'm watching over him."

"And who are you?!" He was really starting to frustrate me.

"No one of consequence." I couldn't take it anymore, I jumped towards him. I reached out to Sam, but I didn't get any closer. What the crap? I took another few steps, and again I got no closer.

"What's going on? What are you doing with my Samie?" I asked very frustrated. How dare he keep my brother from me!

"I'm sorry, but it's time for me to go, sweet Jaime." His voice drifted around me and caused my heart to start up. Just him calling me 'sweet Jaime' made my heart so warm I thought it could burst. A heavy fog filled my senses as black dots escalated, blacking out my sight.

"I am watching over you too, my sweet Jaime." ~~

My head snapped up, and my breathing quickened as I felt like I was forcefully shoved from my own dream. Sweat soaked my body as I pushed my hands against my chest to dispel the tremendous pain.

"What, were you having a sex dream?" A voice asked. My head snapped in that direction as I got my bearings back. Reuban's deep blue eyes burned into mine as he looked at me through the rear-view mirror, waiting for an answer.

Wait a second! Weren't his eyes red?

"Well, were you?" He asked again, still looking at me.

"No, of course not." I answered as if it were the craziest idea ever. To me, it was a ludicrous idea seeing as I had no one other than Sam to dream about. Sam. His name resurfaced the agony from my dream. I felt that deep painful hole reopen that I always experienced after a dream about my Samie.

"Well, it sounded like it the way you kept moaning and calling out Sam." He smirked and looked back at the road.

I had no response to that. Hearing Sam's name on his lips brought even more pain to my chest. I needed release; a way to numb the ache. I didn't have my bag, so no phone or MP3 player. A thought came to me. I knew it was a bad idea; I knew it would regress so much of my progress. I'd made so many advances to stop hurting myself; however, the pain was unbearable.

I took what was left of my chewed nails and dug them into my already cut wrists.

It stung. It stung bad. It did the job though, and it numbed the pain I felt in my chest. I let out a soft groan and pulled my fingers from my wrist. It was bleeding a little more but not too badly.

I noticed Alex stiffen beside me. In fact, they all tensed up a bit.

"Are your wrists okay?" Alex asked. Had he seen me do that? Was he about to call me a masochistic freak?

"Yeah, they're fine." I lied. He just looked away but remained tense. What was his problem? I looked out the window to see more trees passing us by. The trees seemed really close to the car, too close. What kind of road was this? The trees were even a blur; we had to be going way over the speed limit.

Frustrated, I looked down at my hands. No matter where I looked, I always had more questions that needed answered. So far, none of them were being answered.

I had a gut feeling that they weren't going to be answered for a while.

Little did I know, this was only the start.