{ Ashton's POV }
I have never felt so helpless. I screeched to a halt just as their vehicles collided, and with a sickening feeling rising in my chest I watched in disbelief as Delilah's car was thoroughly crushed, her still inside it, obviously. The truck itself came to a tottering halt before me, the driver and the massive vehicle itself only harboring little damage.
"DELILAH!"
I gave no lingering thought to the truck driver, rushing over to her overturned car and dropping down to my hands and knees beside it. I could hear her crying from inside as I tore scraps of metal from the wreckage, knowing I had to get her out. The smell of her blood hit me like a wave, enveloping all my senses to the point where my fangs protruded from my gums, aching for a taste.
I snarled, desperately holding back the monster that hungered to drain her dry as I finally freed her enough to pull her out. Her freely flowing blood instantly coated my hands and seeped into my clothes, and my eyes turned red in animalistic craving. I could see her eyes open, and as she looked up at me she only cried harder. I frightened her.
"De-Delilah..." I choked out, keeping her caged tightly in my arms. Her cries turned to whimpers, and through the pounding of her frantic heart in my ears, I heard her utter words that instantly subdued me.
"I don't want to die."
YOU ARE READING
Taking What's His
VampireI'm Delilah, and I'm nothing special. I'm just a typical teenage girl. There are many girls like me; I'm merely one in a million. His name was Ashton, and he was definitely something. He was the attractive, mysterious, brooding delinquent...
