When a prince is a murderer

Chapter one

Hey, so I'm starting a new story and I think its going to be like about vampires etc but I'm not too sure yet.

I hope you enjoy and comment what you thought.

~Melody

It was a warm, dartk night with a big full moon over head but I still felt like I was being followed or watched.

Maybe it was just my nerves but as I turned a corner a dark figure stepped out from a shops doorway.

My speed increased and as I walked down the sidewalk, the shape seemed to grow in size.

I soon past it, my heart thumping and hands sweating.

I didn't have my phone on me so I couldn't call for help.

The streets were deserted, shops closed for the night and no person about, yet it had an airy feeling.

I practacly ran down the street, praying that I had just imagined the figure.

Turning a corner I realized I had taken a wrong turn and just as I turned around, something hit me hard on the right side of my body.

I jerked forward in an attempt to run but something hit the back of my knees, causing my to fall forwards.

I looked around, there were no objects or any body around which left me dazed.

I got up slowly, brushing down my short red dress, and turned just to hit right into something hard.

Or should I say, someone.

My eyes widened and my lower lip trembled as I looked up at the man.

The moons glow gave his shape a certain look to it, a look that had me frozen to the spot and wondering who he was.

I could make out a lip piercing on a set of perfect lips but that was all I could see, due to his dark hood, pulled right down.

I opened my mouth but his hand rose and held my jaw tight.

"Um excuse me, I would like to get through." I mumbled but his hold only tightened.

"Let me go!" I yelled, raising my fists in a half ass attempt at getting the man away from me.

"Delilah you need to listen." He shook me and I gasped, how did he know my name.

"No, I dont know who you are but you need to let me go and piss the hell off." I shreked in his face.

I was angry.

Angry with my family and my boyfriend and now this guy who decides to corner me in the dark whilst I just want to curl up and sleep.

"Delilah, can I call you Lah? It sounds so playful and lustful." The man laughs, his voice croaky as if he's got a bad cold.

"No, you can't call me anything, now let me go!" I call.

"Ah but letting you go would mean not being able to touch you, and believe me Lah, I need to touch you."

"You sick bastard! Get away from me!" I yell, pulling at his iron grip.

"I'm a love-sick bastard, now let me play with you." He moves me towards the dirty ally wall and I scream as he pins me against it.

"Please, what are you doing?" I ask, desperate.

"Sushh, don't cry. I'm not going to hurt you, all I need is some time Lah, that's all I ask." I don't know what to say, memories  from my child hood are clogging my mind and soon I start to shake.

"No! No! I can't no!" I call, seeing the past.

"What the hell!" The man cries, he sits me down against the wall.

"Please, I'm too young." I close my eyes.

I had been playing at the park when mommy got angry with me.

She hit me while no other mommy's were watching.

"Mommy please." Hugging my bear tighter I cried as she smacked me a forth time.

"Next time you'll behave." She whispered, pushing me away with a cold gleam in her eyes.

I ran.

I didn't know it would be the last time I saw my mother.

I ran out of the park and through the streets, never once stopping until I smacked into a man.

He smiled at me and asked me questions, I let him hold me and I hugged him.

That's when I noticed we were alone in a dark allyway.

He began to beat me before he took my innocence.

I was no longer a virgin at the age of five.

I woke up to being shaken.

I couldn't open my eyes but I was fully awake.

"I'm so sorry." Is all I heard from a croaky voice before everything goes quite and I open my eyes.

I'm in my bed.

I smile slightly, it was just a dream.

I get out of bed and walk through my very small apartment.

I smile but it soon fades as I realize something.

I have a big purple bruise on my jaw.

Laughing it off I walk into the bathroom and run a bath.

As I strip down, taking my blonde hair out of its bun, I notice another bruise on my side.

As I touch it lightly alarm bells go off inside my head

Ding

One new message, I look at my iPhone.

The message reads...