Two: Suck Me Dry

SORAYA

I stop screaming when he wraps his hand around my neck, and he shoves me to the wall, making me hit the back of my head. I wince, and the screaming is no more.

All I see are stars; they finally disappear, and now I don’t see a handsome young man who owns a million-dollar company and is emotionally intelligent and is a good listener; all I see is a monster. What the fuck is he?

Don’t tell me he’s a vampire. I don’t want to hear it; those creatures don’t exist. But then he just drank my blood; that is the typical trait of a vampire.

“I remember the first time I saw you, when you came out of that fashion building. I wanted to taste you so badly; I just had to taste you.” he moves closer to me, and he plays with my curly hair, and I shake like a rat caught in a trap.

This is how I die; I’m going to be killed by a monster, a monster I thought was cute.

“I overheard you talking to your friends about joining a dating app, so I joined. This was the easiest way I could get you alone, you see.”

Wow, he tricked me. He tricked me because he wanted to have my blood. I knew it was too good to be true; I knew no man was this perfect. Fuck! Now I’m going to die. The first time I decided to take dating seriously, and now I’m going to fucking die.

I blame my friends for this. My ghost is going to come back to haunt them for this.

The monster sniffs my hair, and he exhales, " Wow, he really sees me as food. He doesn’t see me as a human being; he never did. Well, I guess this is my karma for hurting Toby.

“I can’t wait for us to have a taste of you.”

I open one eye.

“Us?”

He doesn’t answer; he looks back, and then he whistles. I see people come out of the shadows, people with the same pale skin, pitch black eyes and sharp teeth.

There are six of them, and they’re all like him. Holy shit, I’m cooked.

“We’re all going to have a taste,” he says with a harsh smile on his face. I could literally just slap him on his annoying ass face. I almost do it, but then I receive a sharp pain in my chest. Almost like someone has shoved their hands in there.

I look down to see if he did that, but he didn’t, so what the hell is going on? Why the pain?

“Guess you’re going to have to kiss your fashion designing dreams, princess,” he says, and that makes me look at him with so much hatred.

“Fuck you!” I spit on him, and he slaps me across the face. I was the one who was supposed to do that.

He grabs me with his strong arms, and then he makes me face his friends.

“Tonight, we feast on this beautiful woman, for her blood tastes so good and it will last us for a week.”

The other monsters murmur among themselves excitedly; they can’t wait to have a taste of me, and not in a good way. I’m going to die.

I’m actually going to die. This is how I’m going to leave this world, killed by vampires.

This will hit my friends, but it will hit my dad the most because he lost my mom, his wife, and now he’s going to lose his daughter.

Oh dad. The tears roll down my eyes when I think of him. I saw how he was when he lost my mother. He was a wreck, but I was there to take care of him. If I die now, who is going to take care of him? Sure, Zayden’s still around, but still.

Oh daddy, I love you so much.

Of course the douche I was on a date with is going in for the first bite; he’s probably the leader. How pathetic.

His mouth is closer to my neck, and I just stand there, defeated with tears in my eyes. There’s nothing else I can do; he’s just too strong, and all I can feel is this sharp pain in my chest and on my nails as well. I don’t know what’s going on, really.

I just close my eyes, and I’m ready for him to take me away.

Until…

“Leave her alone, creature of the night!” My eyes open up, and everyone turns around to see a tall figure in the darkness looking directly at all of us. I can’t really see him well, but all I can see is that his eyes are glowing a red colour. There’s someone with him, and he has golden eyes.

What the fuck is he now? What the hell is even going on?

“Oh come on!” George says, annoyed. “Do you werewolves ever give us a break?”

Werewolves?

So it’s true. The legends are true. Vampires and werewolves exist.

My mom used to tell me stories about them, werewolves in particular, how they protect humans from the evil that lurks in the shadows. The werewolves with red eyes are the alphas, and I guess the man standing before us is an alpha.

Mom was right; I thought she was only telling me and Zayden stories, but they’re true. How did she know all this?

“Well, you didn’t think I was going to let you kill the girl, did you?” He asks. The man steps out of the shadows, and he’s hot as hell, even hotter than George.

He stands at six feet two or three with a muscular build, thick dark curls, a broad straight nose, high cheekbones, full lips, and a strong jawline. His warm medium-tan complexion and intimidating presence make him difficult to ignore.

George has a better style, though. This guy is dressed in a black shirt and pants, which isn’t bad; he’s not here for a date. Apparently, he’s here to save me?

“Go away, alpha.”

“I will, I will let you all go if you just let the lady go,” he says, trying to bargain with the vampires.

George takes a look at me and then looks at the werewolf.

“No, no no no. I saw her, and I’m drinking her blood.”

“This isn’t going to end well for you!” the other werewolf warns. But George doesn’t care; his teeth sink into me, and I scream, but I stop screaming when I realise that his teeth aren’t in me anymore.

He begins to whimper. My brows furrow when I hear him, and then he falls to the ground. I take a look at him, and I see he’s gone from pale to full-on grey. There’s a wooden stake inside him.

“Well, that wasn’t hard,” the other werewolf who put the stake inside him says. He smiles at me, and I’ve got to say he has the most beautiful features I’ve ever seen. The golden eyes attract me the most. “Hi,”  he says.

“You killed our coven leader!” one of the vampires says. They’re full of rage. “ATTACK!” They yell, and then they go after the alpha and the other one who killed their leader. I step away from the battle.

I just sit on the ground, leaning on the wall and staying away from everything. I could run away, but I can’t because everything about me hurts. From my chest to my nails, to my legs, it feels like my bones are breaking. I try my best to get up, but to no avail.

I just sit there.

What the hell did that bitch do to me? Am I turning into a vampire? Holy shit, no, no no. I never liked vampires; I always hated Twilight, and The Vampire Diaries, and I hated the stories Mom used to tell us.

Zayden loved all things supernatural, but I didn’t. I always liked realism; I liked being realistic.

I can’t move, so I just stare. What the hell is going on? The werewolves are fighting the vampires, and the werewolves are winning. The werewolves have long claws and fangs like those of a wolf but longer; their eyes glow.

My eyes are on the alpha and alpha alone; I don’t know there’s something about him that I don’t understand. Why? What is it about him? That he’s a werewolf or an alpha?

I don’t think of him that much because I see more vampires coming; the werewolves are outnumbered, and I can feel the pain all over my body worsening.

I scream and scream and scream.

And the next thing I know, everything goes pitch black.

And I feel the urge to kill.