Damon

Chapter 1

I hear his footsteps staggering closer to the door as I try to silence my heavy breathing. Where am I? Hiding in a stall in my school bathroom? But why? It doesn't feel like the filthy bathroom I visit frequently. It's... different.

I look around above me and the lights are dim, almost giving a blue hue. There are more cracks in the ceiling and the stall walls. More graffiti. What happened? And how did I get here again? I'm hiding. From him. That, I know. Yet, who is he? And why is he searching for me?

I hear somewhat banging footsteps stop in front of the bathroom door. If my breathing won't give away my hiding spot, my heartbeat trying to pop out of my chest sure will.

I slowly step onto the toilet seat and squat down. Covering my mouth, I try not to let a sob seep out when the jiggle of the doorknob brings tears to pour down my already soaked face.

The door opens with a creak. "Grace?" A deep husky voice questions softly. Great, he somehow knows my name. "Beautiful Grace." He sounds so angelic and warm but the hint of darkness that comes out tells me that he is nothing of the sort.

Two steps come closer. Those two steps make me want to vanish into thin air. Still covering my mouth, more warm tears come plunging. He's in front of the stall.

Silence is still at first, then I hear shuffling. I know where he is. At the bottom of the stall door but I am too afraid to look down.

Gaining enough courage, my eyes travel south. "Hi, Grace." There he is, head and shoulders sticking out from under the stall, looking right at me. He looks menacing. In a swift move, his arm comes from underneath and tugs at my leg.

I'm screaming at the top of my lungs. Can no one hear me? He grabs me too hard that I slip off the toilet, almost banging my head on it. I'm being dragged from under the stall till I'm lying on the dirt-stained floor, him on top of me. Face to face. It's like I can barely see his face. Just a blur. Although his hair is a soft dark brown. Almost black. Styled perfectly with a strand that comes down, touching the hazy face.

I manage to slide out from under him but he's too fast as he grabs my shoulders and slams my head against the tile wall. Pain shoots through my head and I can't think.

He just stares at me. Like he's a lion and I'm a defenseless zebra. And he sure is starving. Pressing down on my shoulders, his eyes go up and down my face. "Who are you?" I barely make out.

He pauses for a moment before he says, "Damon."

With the little energy I have left in me, I croak out, "Don't kill me, please." I'll beg on my knees if he wants me to. I don't want to die. I'm only 17, I have a life, best friend, boyfriend, family, and a life plan. 

"That's far from what I want to do." He whispers and next thing I know, warm lips attack my jaw, then make their way down to my neck. I'm confused. Very confused. He licks my neck a little before sucking on it. It almost feels good? No, my mind brings me back to the situation I am in and I can figure out where this is leading.

I try to lift my legs up to kick him off of me except, his body weight is just too much. He already has my arms pinned down by his massive hands. "Get off me!" I whine out.

Without responding, his knees go in between my legs, pushing them from each other. I fight with all the might I have left in me but he's just too strong. Cold hands make their way to my hips and slide under my shirt slowly.

I'm screaming so loud trying to get him off but it's not doing anything. The hands are up to my rib cage, his lips still on my neck threatening to go lower, and his pelvis almost touching mine.

He's enjoying the struggle I'm in. My screams and terror turn him on. What kind of sick bastard.

A ringing starts banging into my ears. What is that? He doesn't seem bothered by it as he continues assaulting my neck with his tongue. It sounds so familiar yet I can't put my finger on it. It's getting louder and louder.