Inhale Exhale

Chapter 5

Dedicated to lizkariukikarimi

Lorna

Being taken by surprise is NOT a good thing. Not good at all. Take it from me. And then, some people just lack courtesy, and manners.

Just take this situation for instance. I was very much peacefully eating my ice-cream and someone knocks on my door. And it is in the middle of the frigging night. So I'm nice enough to go and open it. And apparently this person thinks I'm too slow for their liking, so they want to pound my door into splinters.

Now, for the worst part of it all; imagine being greeted by a huge muscle fist upon opening your violated door for an impatient person in the middle of the night! Now that, is rude. And I don't play nice to rude people.

I dodged his fist. Huge ass man at my door. I mean really huge. With this bloodlust in his eyes. Unshaven face. Scruffy beard. Over 6 feet. Long hair in a ponytail. Looks like part of an MC. Crooked nose, looks like it's been broken countless times. Pale skin. Muscles bulging out of his jacket.

He tried to punch my cheek but I ducked just in time. I tried to kick his legs out from under him but he didn't even budge. He kicked my ribs so hard, my vision faded for two seconds. I gathered my strength and got up, trying to land a punch. Nothing. You see, I'm a good fighter, I'm trained in martial arts. And this guy dodges it all. It clicked immediately. Heightened reflexes. Vampire. This playing field wasn't level.

And in that precious moment when I zoned out of the fight a little to figure out he was a vampire, the most painful blow of my life took me down. A blow to the head. At first I was just dazed on my floor, and another burly brute appeared next to brute number one. His mouth moved, I didn't hear what he was saying, my head was already spinning. I felt the light headedness kick in. Oh pickles! At the moment I needed my head most, it decides to blank out.
'Don't black out Lorna, don't black out. Focus, stay up, stay up, Goddammit, don't bla-'
I was out like a light.

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I feel like I slept through an apocalypse. My head is throbbing like crazy. The throbbing is actually louder than everything else my ears are picking up. I just want to slip back into a blissful coma.. Reality is too much to handle.
I opened my eyes, only to shut them again. Too much light. I reopened my eyes and began to take a look at my surroundings. I was on a bed. One with a lumpy mattress. No wonder my poor back felt violated. The light in the room was not natural but artificial so I couldn't tell whether it was day or night.
There was barely anything in the cream-walled room. Just two chairs, a wall cabinet and, no, three chairs. There was a man on the chair at the far end, just next to the door. And he was staring right at me. I yelped on surprise. I hadn't seen him at first since he was in a corner and the bulb was dim.

"Who are you? Where am I?" I asked. I could remember I had been kidnapped at my own doorstep but none of the men that kidnapped me were here. The man stepped into the light. He was unfamiliar.

He had slightly graying hair but did not look too old. He had laugh lines on his face and a pair of deep black eyes that fixed me with a penetrating stare. Those eyes. They looked...empty, like they were incapable of expressing any emotions. And those eyes had seen a lot. This man looked dangerous, he had a scar running down the length of his neck. From just below his left jawline to his neck. I couldn't see how long it was since the black dress shirt he wore covered it. His blonde, almost white hair was almost shoulder length, tied in a pony tail that stopped just above his blades. He was of a slight build, muscular yes but not too ripped, he looked fit. He was tall, I estimated 6 feet and like an extra inch or two. Gray slacks and black Manolos made their way towards me. At least he had a good taste in shoes