Blood Bandits

13.

My mind was reeling. The fear that I so desperately tried to hide had reared its head once more. I was willing to do anything to get myself out of this situation. I didn't have my phone not like that would help anyway. There was only so much I could do.

His eyes watched my closed ones. I knew he was staring at me, I couldn't feel him. His gaze was burning a hole in my face but I refused to open my eyes. But that soon changed when the grip around my throat tightened, making it harder for me to breathe. My eyes flashed open and I was met with his.

"W-what do you want from me?" I stammered.

"What do I want? I want to kill you. That's what I want." He sneered, gently applying even more pressure to my throat.

My head fell back against the door, attempting to relieve some of the pressure but it wasn't working. I needed air and more of it fast.

"If you k-keep this u-up. Your wi-sh will come true." I struggled through breaths, both my hand gripping his one.

Hearing that he was almost killing me made him loosen his grip. He slowly removed his hand, causing my hands to fly up to my neck and hold it. My breaths were coming back rapidly now. His face wore an expression of agitation instead of guilt. He was absolutely not guilty.

"I can't kill you. Because I need you." He spoke dryly.

I frowned, "Need me, for what?"

"There are things and places that I can't do and I can't go because of who and what I am. But you, you can. You can get your little nose in places that no one will suspect anything." He explained very calmly as if he hadn't just tried to strangle me less than a minute ago.

I shook my head looking at the ground. He was absolutely insane if thought for one second that I was doing anything to help him. Don't get me wrong, I was never one of those people who cared about the law. Cared about other people or the good girl that wouldn't hurt a fly. I was no angel. Unless, it was for the ones that I loved and that was only a handful. But purposely doing something illegal wasn't on my list of to dos. Kenny and I had our share of being rebellious teenagers and at this moment I didn't really feel like reliving those moments with a vampire.

"Why would I help you? I've no reason to. You didn't even finish the interview and we agreed I would only do what you needed if you did the interview." I said, gaining a little bit of my voice back.

He cocked his brow and took a step forward. "I agreed on the interview. The deal wasn't to finish. You got what you asked for. Second, I've got 2 big reasons as to why you'll help me." He sneered, holding up to fingers wiggling them as he spoke.

"And they are?" I questioned, straightening my stance.

He smiled evilly, "Kenneth Baxter and your mother Diana, is it?"

I gasp but immediately wanted to take it back. His eyes lit up when he knew he found something to destroy me.

"If you touch them I'll -"

"You'll what?" He interjected. "Ohh, not so tough now are you? Oh come on, you think that I found you randomly? You're not the first reporter that has tried to solve this mystery. Come down to New Orleans and come up empty handed or ...dead. No but you, you're different." He spoke and stared at me as if he were analyzing every single cell in my body.

"How? I'm just doing my job." I justified but still curious as to what he had to say.

He smirked, "Of course but I read your record."

"My record? What the hell are you getting at?" I asked, slightly confused.

He was enjoying this, the fact that he knew something about me. It amused him while it drove me crazy. I hated when people knew things about me but I guess that's what happens when you mess up in life. I did have a record. I wasn't proud of it.