Chapter Seven
“Hey.” I heard. I didn’t respond. I just wanted to sleep. Force away the pain.
“Hey…” I heard again. I didn’t respond.
“Hey, come on man, get up.”
I just groaned.
“Synyra!”
I jumped and opened my eyes. There stood someone I’d never seen before. Or maybe I had. I wasn’t sure. He didn’t even seem familiar. Dark black hair, pale gray eyes. And a complexion to match mine. We looked a lot alike. Despite his height, which was taller than Jake’s.
“H-how do you know my name?” I asked, sitting up. The stranger shrugged.
“Well…I’ll tell you mine.”
“I don’t want to know yours.”
“Andy.”
I sighed. “Okay, Andy….how did you find me?” I asked, sitting up a little. Last thing I remembered I was struck in the head with a rock.
“Well, I saw you were unconscious…so, to keep you from the animals, I took you back to my house.”
I shook my head. “I’m sorry, but do I know you?”
Andy sighed. “If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.” Wouldn’t believe him? Like I didn’t believe it when my own brother took me to a world I didn’t even believe in until now?
Like I didn’t believe that he would actually set me up with a vampire?
A vampire with a smile that could make thousand of girls faint. A vampire that I actually laughed with. Not to mention he was a vampire who actually treated me like a lady, and not a dog. He actually got me to open up somewhat, and he was really, really--
What was I thinking?? He was a vampire. A natural enemy. Not a friend. No….but I suppose there were exceptions…
Snap out of it Synyra! He’s probably put you under some sort of mind control.
“So, uh…go ahead and tell me. I’ve most likely heard things that were harder to believe.” I said, shooting him a weak smile.
“Well, my name is Andrew Ambrose. I’m eighteen years old and I’m…your brother.” he kept his eyes on the ground.
Immediately, I jumped up. He was trying to take my brother’s place.
“You are not my brother.” I snapped, throwing my hands in the air.
His eyes clouded. Was that anger? Or something different? He stood up with me. A true giant. He must’ve been nearing seven feet. I felt shivers run down my spine.
“You want proof?” he asked, leaning over me. He was intimidating. More than Jake was. I nodded a slight, weak nod.
I watched as he reached over to the side of him and yanked something from a nearby shelf. By then, I was backed up against the wall. My arms were yanked behind me and tied in a few knots. Knots I would never be able to untie no matter how well I was trained.
“Then you’ll get your fucking proof.” he whispered into my ear. I gulped. This couldn’t be good.
He spun me around and locked his grip on my hair. The thing that Lance was most excited to work with.
“Good God. Look how long your hair is…” he jerked it forward, and I squealed in pain. This was painful. No doubt.
“Hey, hey! Quiet or I’ll yank it harder.”
