Sierra
Phew. I blew out a breath as I watched him walk out of the door. That man was intense, and his eyes, wow, for a minute there I’d thought they’d changed, turned almost animalistic, but he'd closed his eyes and when they'd opened, they’d looked normal. I don’t think I’d ever seen such a gorgeous man before; it was a shame that I probably wouldn’t see him again. I wasn’t even sure what I would do if I did, I mean, it wasn’t as if I would ask him out on a date; I was far too shy for that and a man as handsome as he, wouldn’t look twice at me. He’d made me feel funny; my body was still shaking with adrenaline, my mind screaming that I had to be close to him, to touch him. I felt a crazy urge to chase him down. What was wrong with me? I’ve never felt this way before; no man has ever had me on fire in this way. Sure, I’ve had butterflies when an attractive man had flirted with me, but I’ve never had the desire to take them up on their offer of a date. If this man had asked me out, I would have fallen to his feet. Shaking my head at my thoughts, I headed to the table where he’d been sitting. Clearing his mug away, I saw the tip he’d left behind. It was too much for a small town diner. I wondered fleetingly if he’d just moved here because I had never seen him before, but I figured it was more likely he was just passing through, and that depressed me. I stuck the money in my apron pocket and wiped the table down. Looking at the clock, I sighed when I realised I still had three hours left of my shift. Today was dragging, usually I have fun at work, I have a laugh with my boss, Maurice, and the regular customers, but I was just not feeling it. I’ve had a feeling of dread in my stomach since I woke up this morning, it was hard to explain, but it felt like something was going to happen, and it was going to be big. A customer called me by my name and I turned to face him. I didn’t know him, in fact, I hadn’t seen him around here before, and when you work in a small town like I do you get to know the people. This man was a stranger. I made my way over to his table and smiled politely.
“Can I help you?” I asked as I cleared his plate away.
“Yes, you can have a seat sweet thing and I’ll tell you what I want.” He grinned.
I shook my head, “I can’t, sorry. I’m working.” I said as I turned to walk away. A hand shot out and gripped my wrist, the strength of his fingers was a notch away from pain, and I winced.
“Well, I’m sure you can spare me a few minutes.” He gave me a smile and the darkness in his eyes made me recoil from him. This man was dangerous, he also smelt funny, like raw meat and cigarettes. I was frantically trying to think of a way to make him to release me when Maurice shouted me. I sighed in relief, something the man didn’t miss.
“My boss needs me, I have to go.” I breathed.
He didn’t like it, his eyes blazed with something I couldn’t place and it scared the stuffing out of me. He slowly, one by one lifted his fingers from my wrist and then I was free. I didn’t hang around. I hastily moved towards the counter, giving Maurice a grateful look before I walked straight through the staff door into the kitchen, dumping the dirty plates by the sink. That man was different, there was something odd about him, I wasn’t sure what it was, I just knew he gave me the creeps. I didn’t plan to go back out onto the diner floor until he had left.
Three hours later, when the sun had set, it was time for me to finish my shift and the man was still there. Maurice hadn’t been able to find a reason to kick him out. He’d bought a huge amount of refills and he had caused no trouble. There was no way I was going anywhere near him, my wrist still had the mark of his handprint and I didn’t want to invite anymore contact. I kissed Maurice on the cheek and gave him the tips from my apron so he could put them in the shared tip jar and I made my way to the back door. It led to an alley way and usually it would freak me out to be down there alone in the dark, but I figured the creepiness I could deal with, the man in the diner, however, I could not. As soon as the door closed behind me, I knew I wasn’t alone, I tried to focus my eyes to see who was standing just to the side of me, but it was too dark. I turned back to the door and gripped the handle planning on running back inside, but something grabbed me and suddenly I was moving super-fast. A face came into my view and I screamed. The man standing in front of me slapped his hand over my mouth cutting off the sound. Terror froze me to the spot, my eyes flicked from him to the person I could see standing behind him. Both of them had crazy eyes, and they petrified me. If no one had heard my scream then I knew I was on my own. Maurice wouldn’t be coming out here to save me, no one would.
A large hand pinned my body to the wall, and the strength was such that I couldn’t move an inch. The man in front of me grabbed both my wrists and held them above my head. Fear had me shaking, and I sucked in a breath through my nose. I tried to struggle, to get away from them both, but it was pointless, they were too strong.
“Well, little girl it seems you’re at our mercy.” The guy grinned and his teeth reminded me of a vampire. He leaned in closer and rubbed his nose against my cheek. “She smells delicious. I told you she would. I found her so I get the first taste.”
I stared at the man in horror.
“Still haven’t worked it out little girl?” he chuckled. “Me and my friend over there are vampires. I’m going to bite into your delicate neck and taste your blood and then he is going to take whatever I’ve left.”
I shook my head, my eyes wide.
“You’re saying no?” he laughed again. “You have no choice in the matter, but if you’re good, I won’t bite too hard.”
This couldn’t be happening. A tear slipped down my cheek. I wanted this to be a dream, but even though it seemed ridiculously unbelievable, I knew it was real. This disgusting man holding my wrists was going to suck my blood and I couldn’t stop him. I had never felt so weak in my life. Oh how I wished I were stronger. The face of the gorgeous man from before formed in my mind, his piercing green eyes and handsome face gave me a warm feeling even as I cringed away from the mouth that was lowering towards my neck. His teeth had extended and were sparkling in the low light of the lone street lamp. I felt a movement at my side and raised my eyes to the man’s friend. His teeth were extended as well, but the lust in his eyes frightened me more. As the grinning man bit into my neck, I screamed behind his palm. The pain was so intense; I could feel his mouth pulling my blood to the surface as he sucked deeply. I fought the urge to close my eyes needing to see what my other attacker was doing. He was standing a couple of inches away from me now, he gave me a toothy grin, and then I felt air around my legs. He held up a ball of material in his hand and I realised it was my skirt, or rather what used to be my skirt. The pain in my neck was nothing to the dread mounting in my throat. He dropped my skirt to the floor, and he started to undo his belt. I screamed behind the palm, trying my hardest to wiggle out of the man’s grasp, but I couldn’t even get him to budge an inch. I slumped in defeat even as my eyes glared like daggers at the vampire before me.
“You will feel so good wrapped around my cock.” He told me as he undid the button of his jeans. I closed my eyes desperately trying to block everything out. My tears streamed down my face and onto the vampires hand. My whole body tensed as I waited for his touch. When it didn’t come, I peeked from under my lashes and saw my wannabe rapist lying on the floor. His eyes were wide open, and he was staring blankly. It didn’t look like he was breathing. I couldn’t see anyone, but obviously, someone must have done that to him, unless vampires could just die like that. The blood loss was taking effect now. My legs suddenly gave way, but the man sucking my blood didn’t let me fall. He moved so his body pressed against mine intimately, before I could worry about that, a sharp pinch at my neck made me screech in pain, it felt like my neck was on fire, and then I was falling to the floor. My eyes closed as I hit the dirty concrete with a thud. I had no strength to move, dizziness washed over me and I lay still listening to the sound of cracking noises. Then it was silent. A hand slipped under my legs and another one slipped under my back, I tried to move away, but I felt shattered. The hands were gentle as they lifted me against a warm, hard body and a familiar scent teased my nostrils, one that made me feel safe instantly. Lips touched my ear, “I’m sorry, baby,” a voice I recognised whispered. Before I could ask what he was sorry for, everything went black.