Cliché Re-Done

"Little human," a heart-wrenchingly beautiful melody of words from no doubt my kidnapper brought me from my internal raging and I fought the rise in my heart beats. I couldn't exactly tell him I was a werewolf though, because that physic told me to mask my scent -obviously meaning that the vampire that held me captive shouldn't know I was inhuman like him. Yeah, that's right. A vampire.

"I can hear you heartbeat as it flutters wildly, pumping that delicious blood of yours." He purred from outside the locked metal door; only bars separating us. I gritted my teeth in agony, trying not to jump up and stalk up to him and offer a vein or two. I was affected by him badly, and I don't know or understand why.

"What's your name, girl?"

Do not answer.

"Love, I can smell your arousal, give in and obey me."

I swallowed loudly, his words also affecting me. Oh, his voice; how sensuous it is as it glides out of his parted lips. I would totally kiss those plump red lips as they teased my skin before soundly piercing the vein beneath and sucking my blood-

Stop! Do not think like that, Autumn.

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You know them really bad rejection stories, and you yawn after the first chapter mumbling 'so cliché!'...well, that's what you're going to get. But not the shit version, of course. What you're going to read will be purely cliché and it's all about werewolves with a hint of vampire. Her name is Autumn Richmond. The person bound to Autumn is her werewolf mate, Ash Keynes, but he rejects her. Boo hoo people, bring out the tissues. She runs away, accepting the fact that she won't be loved in this lifetime but it doesn't lessen the pain she's in. After a startling change halfway across the state of Illinois, a human - Blake Malve, and an unknown mysterious attacker could either change her mind or corrupt it...cliché isn't it? Well, I hope it is, because this is what I (the author) escape to when life gets frustratingly boring and unexcitable.