I'm Being Stalked By A Ghost & Hunted By A Vampire

Part Thirty-Nine

"Have you been enjoying your little vacation?" You feel your heart stop; you turn around slowly, praying that it is all in your head.

Those green eyes flash as you sit up, finding him sitting on the side of the bed, leaning against the headboard. His hand shoots out, clasping his fingers around your neck, pulling you closer. 

Your body is pushing into his as you lie on top of him, your back is bent awkwardly, curving the arch inwards, "What do you think you're doing?" his voice was constrained, practically inaudible, as if trying to contain his anger. 

You attempt to speak but his hold on your neck makes it impossible.

"You think you can just come and go as you please?" His voice was that chilling playful voice he used to use when he first started pursuing you. 

"No," You manage to choke out, finding the more air you take in, the tighter Hasten squeezes.

"I don't know how you managed to slip from my grasp, but that is the last time."

He loosens his hold, but keeps his hand on your neck. You feel small against his body as he quietly watches you.

In one fluid motion, you're pressed into Peter's bed, Hasten now on top, lips pressed firm against your own.

His eyes flash open, bright red and full of fury. You wish you could back further away as his low growl petrifies you. 

"You let him touch you?" Your eyes widen as you remember Peter's kiss...

Hasten uses your shock as confirmation. 

He takes his hand, placing it over your mouth, the force of his hand on your face exposes your neck as your head turns to the side. Horror consumes your thoughts as you realize what Hasten's intentions are. 

His canines grow, protruding from his open mouth, and closes the distance in between, teeth sinking in.

His hand prevents you from screaming as his fangs dig deep and harsh, tearing into the neck severely. 

Hasten hasn't bitten you since the night he kidnapped you, you don't remember it being this painful. 

Hasten pulls back, blood everywhere as you feel it seep out from your neck. His grin is disturbing as your blood pours freely from his mouth. 

'Peter's sheets are ruined.'

You reach for your neck, feeling the skin raised from the punctured flesh, almost as if he had taken a chunk out from side of your neck. 

"Give me one reason to let you live." His voice was cruel as he leered down, looking at you with disgust.