"Now you listen, little red. You are mine. You belong to me! You are not leaving my side. I have waited too long for you and now that I have you, I'm not letting you slip through my fingers. Understood?" He growled. I smirked. "Over my undead body." *Currently Editing*

He had spent centuries with only himself for company, he fed, tortured and killed that was his life and he liked it that way, until she came along and stirred something in him, something he couldn't and wouldn't accept. “If I were you I’d keep that stake sharp. Don’t expect anymore visits like this, next time I come I expect you to use that thing,” he told her pointing to the stake on the bed, and then he was gone.

Ever since Basia lost her mother at the age of 5, her father and brother became her abusers. She made a vow never to talk to a man after that. They weren't trust worthy. After twelve years of putting up with that, she manages to escape and runs away to California. Where everything is different. She goes into her senior year, and is captivated by a group of students, more specifically, Callum; her tattooed Vampire. Will he make her talk for the first time in years? Or will his secret ruin everything?