The Wind Whispers

Chapter Eleven

I awoke from my slumber, it was nearly eleven o'clock at night and my parents were nowhere to be seen. I sat up to find that I was dressed in a very revealing nightgown.

It showered nearly every inch of my body and I frowned. Why am I wearing this, surely mother wouldn't have put it on me whilst I slept. I stood up and yawned, every light in the house was out except for the one in the dining room. How peculiar. I treaded lightly through the long hallway that connected the two rooms, the floors moaning with every step. When I reached the end of the hall I caught a glimpse of a shadow and I nearly screamed. My voice was that of a frightened mouse,

"..hello?" I took a step forward and felt something cold and wet on the bottom of my foot. When I looked down to make out the strange liquid all I could see was my reflection in it, looking up at me. I reverted my attention back on the dining room which was now eerily silent. Once fully inside a very pungent smell slithered it's way into my airway. I felt a tinge of dizziness overcome me and I had to lean against the wall to calm down. In a flash a cold hand had found my shoulder and very familiar leather fingers danced around my skin. The same macabre voice licked my ears, my spine ached,

"I cant help but wonder to myself...what your skin tastes like" a breath caught on my neck and then a sharp inhale as the intruder sniffed my bare neck.

A soft peck aroused goosebumps,

"Are you sweet?" Another kiss a little further down, hairs began to raise.

"Or perhaps..yummy" my insides knotted at the word that had been deliberately used against me. My hand found the rough material of a wool coat and I squeezed it. So he is really there. I felt something warm and wet slide across the length of my neck, followed by a sinister moan,

"Your lips look so lonely.."a hand traveled up my waist, a gentle bite,

"Perhaps.." warm lips sucked on my earlobe,

"..they would like.." hands grabbed my shoulders and whipped me around,

"Some company.." I looked up. Those same bizarre caramel eyes dove into mine and I groaned in objection,

"How did you get in my house? Why are you here? How did you know where I lived?" My voice rose with every question but instead of answering Jasper held a finger to my lips and grinned,

"Shh shh...dont waste your words on things that don't matter.." he began to slowly pluck his leather gloves off, one. Finger. At. A. Time. He watched me as he did so and a strange look overruled his features. I backed away slowly, I didnt understand what was happening or why but I felt a fear growing in the pit of my stomach. My back hit something cold and hard, the table. Jasper tossed his gloves onto the floor and traced my backward steps until he was right in front of me. His long fingers cupped my face and his torso pressed into me, my back now digging into the table. He licked his lips his eyes never wavering from my mouth and he spoke in a haunting whisper,