Forbidden Desires

Chapter Eleven: Dirty Dumpster

I hurried along the deserted streets trying to ease my anxiety and avoid the dark shadows that seemed to follow me with every step. I couldn't find parking and had to park further than usual.

I knew that I shouldn't have stayed late, especially when Patty wasn't there to help me close. I couldn't help but to get lost in the pages of the endless books that filled Patty's little bookshop.

I took my phone out and saw that it was almost midnight. I groaned at my foolishness. I had to be up in seven hours to get ready for school, make that seven and a half if I skipped breakfast.

I was a few cars away from reaching my Jeep when I heard a female whimpering in a barely lit alleyway. I paused for only a second to consider whether I should go investigate before I decided that I should probably call the cops and go the fuck home.

I sighed in frustration as I did the exact opposite of what my brain was screaming at me to do.

Go home.

If this was a movie this would certainly be the scene where I die a tragic death. I quietly made my way over before I could change my mind and creeped along the large dumpster being careful to not give myself away but apparently not careful enough.

I cursed myself as I kicked a glass bottle that went skidding across the alleyway and crashing against the wall, stopping as I heard it shatter. I held my breath and felt my muscles lock in place as I heard rustling from within the alley.

"Help, help me!" I heard the female screech out loudly before she was abruptly cut off. I stepped out of my hiding spot to see two men surrounding her and a third kneeling before her with a silver blade at her throat.

"What the fuck are you doing!" I shouted already dialing 911 before any of them even had time to move. Luckily, I had the cops on speed dial due to my nightly walks through town after work prior to getting my Jeep.

You could never be too careful especially when you didn't know what kind of monsters came out to play at night.

"Hello, 911 what's your emergency," I heard the voice of the dispatcher break into the night.

"I do not have time for this,' I heard one of the guys mutter as he snatched the phone from my hand and ended the call while pulling me deeper into the alleyway so that we were hidden within the shadows of the night.

The young woman sprawled on the ground was beautiful with caramel skin that was free of blemishes, soft cherry red, bow-shaped lips, and prominent crystal blue eyes, surrounded by fiery red curls that came below her breasts barely reaching her navel, set on a rugged angular face.

She gazed at me with fear in her eyes, her lip pressed into a tight grimace and her face contorted with pain.

The guy who was digging the silver blade into her throat had wide broad shoulders cladded in a tight long sleeve muscle shirt that made the thick ropes of muscle he was baring seem even larger at a glance.

He had silky jet-black hair that laid delicately at his shoulders. My observation of him was suddenly cut off when he turned a menacing glare in my direction and his dark obsidian eyes clashed with my frightened grey ones.

"Dante," I gasped in surprise when I noticed the man that's been haunting my dreams for the past weeks kneeling before me.

I was deathly afraid as I stared at Dante and his two minions. I couldn't help but speculate that there was nothing remotely human about this attack.

The word vampires flashed across my mind and I shuddered against my will.

The guy to Dante's left switched positions with him and held the young girl in place as Dante came up to me and took a hold of my arms releasing me from my previous captor only to ensnare me within his claws.