🩸He's MY Vampire🩸

Drip, Drip, Drop, Drip       The cold rain makes its way from my hair down my forehead and soon reaches my chin and falls to the ground, meeting the ends of its journey. I look down at the puddle forming by my shoes. I've been standing here for a while, too long, but I couldn't care any less about the water slowly rising into my shoes and ultimately soaking my socks. Finally, the warmth of my own tears travels down my face, joining the drops of the heavy rain. I wish I could stop crying.       I repeat it in my head. "Riki, this won't solve anything." But I ignore myself, the tears make me feel slightly better, a way I can convince myself the feelings I had were real and truly hurt. The tears redden my cheeks, and the feeling shifts suddenly. I hate this feeling, this crying. I look up to the sky for a second. "Stop crying, you're 17 years old, you big crybaby," I wail into the sky as if it could reply.        "I don't love you..... I've never loved you, Riki, I'm sorry. " His words still ringing in my ears, how could it not. I knew this would suck being in high school, but more than ever, I wish eleventh grade would end now. I would rather not think about him at all; his words cut sharper than any knife put against my skin. I bite back tears as I finally walk home. I should look at the time, but right now, time feels too endless. I couldn't care what time it is or when I finally collapse in my apartment and cry myself to sleep. Alone.       My parents were never around to be much support anyway, I'm glad they sent me away. But in the same sentence, I want to beg for them to love me, to be the parents I need. I need someone. Right now, my world is collapsing, and it feels like all my fault. I know it's not, but how could I be so stupid, so dumb to think someone like HIM could love me? I should've known it was all a game. I was never someone's first choice; why would I be now?        I make it home, or what can be assumed as a home, so empty. My apartment is only a couch, a TV, a small kitchen, a small ass bathroom, and a room, my room. This room was tiny: one bed, one dresser, a closet. I sigh to myself, my parents picked this apartment for me, knowing damn well how depressing it looks. I flop onto my bed, small, but just right for one. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ Next Day       My eyes are red, and my cheeks are slightly flushed from crying all night. I woke up to head out. I pulled my outfit together at the last second, but it really didn't matter what I wore. I know it's a Saturday, and I don't have school, but something about being home alone feels so endless. I just want to cry all over again. But I don't think I have tears left in me anymore.       I have on some baggy ass black cargo pants and a baggy blue shirt that matches my eyes, no jacket, even though it's cold as hell outside. I walk down the street, I don't know where I'm going, I just don't care enough to know, as long as it's far away from everything. Right now, I wish I could just vanish, not exist, because just existing hurts.       I slammed into something hard. I huff as I stagger back, serves me right for not watching where I am going. I look up to see a tall guy with short black hair and yellow, almost golden eyes. I was impressed; his strong build clearly could overpower mine. I roll my eyes. I'm too tired for this shit.       "Watch it," He grumbled, but when he finally looked down at me. His golden eyes meet my blue ones. He stared for a bit. I felt warm under his stare. "Sorry," I manage to mumble back, looking back down. "No harm done," He soothed. The contrast from his early voice makes me shiver. "Okay then," I mumble and try to go around him. "You okay?" He questioned. I nodded, only because I'd rather not share my life story with a stranger. He grabbed my arm, and I ripped away from him. "Don't touch me!" I snapped fast, and before I knew it, I was running away. I was running, not sprinting.       I ran into an alleyway, stopping to catch my breath. I'm tired. I huff and look into the sky. Damn, I feel like a biggie by the amount of huffing and wheezing I'm doing. I lean into the wall a bit, I'm sure, I'm far from that fucking stranger. I sigh, finally having my breath under control again, and I walk down the alleyway, going to exit it.       I feel a hand grip the collar of my shirt and slam me into the wall. I huff and struggle against the force holding me to the wall. I look over my shoulder to see the same stranger. Fuck. I struggle more. "Let me go now! fucking weirdo!" I shout, struggling more for my freedom. "Shhhhhh," He whispered back in my ear, his breath hot down my neck. I go to shout again. But he pressed a white cloth to my mouth, I struggled more panicked, then I faked it, going limp. He takes the bait, removing the cloth and pulling off me. I fix back to action and slam him off and make a run for it.       I ran, and before I could escape the alleyway, I felt a foot slip under my own. I fell hard into the ground. It must have gotten me, because I rolled over, dizzy as hell, blood running down my nose. I see the sky, the little clouds drifting then him, the stranger, his yellow eyes leaning down over me. My eyes get heavy, I can see his mouth moving, I couldn't make out the words at all, but I managed to let a simple. "Fuck you". Before my eyes finally close. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ When I Woke       I manage to lift my heavy eyelids, and I look around. I'm no longer in the alleyway. Instead, I'm in a decent-sized room. This room is a little dark, not a ton of lighting. I see dark brown curtains covering the windows. I try to move off the bed, but I quickly learn I'm handcuffed to the bedframe, my left wrist tightly in its metal grasp. The bed is pretty big, maybe a king, but I'm no expert. The sheets are white, but it's drapped in a dark red, the frame is a dark spruce. I squirm against the handcuff; it's no use; it's way too tight. I think of ways to escape, one of the worst times to get kidnapped, in my opinion. My phone. I use my right hand to look in my pockets.       Shit, I must've left it at home when I rushed out of my apartment. The good news is I'm still wearing the same clothes. I look for my keys, my wallet, all gone. I looked over to the nightstand by the bed, and there were my keys. I reach for them, but they're on the other side of the bed, and I can't reach. I struggle against the handcuffs some more. I hear the door creak, and I go still, looking to the door. He enters. The same stranger, I'm fucking pissed, what a fucking weirdo! I narrowed my eyes at him as he walked over, calm like nothing here wasn't illegal.       "Morning, Hungry? You were out for a day," He informed me calmly. I stare at him, pissed. Today must be Sunday, then. I have school tomorrow, I'm done with this shit. "No..." I replied low and furious. He chuckled as he stepped closer. I move back away as far as I can. "You must be hungry, or thirsty...." He pressed. "Cut the bullshit! Why the hell did you kidnap me!? Why the hell are you acting like we're best friends!? I don't know you!" I snapped back at him. He laughed a bit. What a psycho. "My name's Dreven," He answered calmly. I sigh, still glaring at him. "Then unhandcuff me, let me go, Dreven," I hissed.       Dreven shook his head. "Anything but that," Dreven whispered a bit. Dreven got closer now, his hand grabbing my chin. Damn, his hand is cold. I struggled against him for a second, but his hand remained. "Get the hell off!" I yell. Dreven stayed still but didn't remove his hand from my chin. "No, Riki," Dreven replied firmly. I was shocked, how the hell, I went still. "How do you--?" I trailed, stunned. "Your wallet," He replied, too calm. I narrow my eyes. "You went through my wallet?" I asked, seething under my skin. He nods. "I went through your apartment... your phone... I know everything..." Dreven informed me. Great, he's a stalker and a psychopath. "You're a fucking stalker! Phyco!" I shout at him. Dreven doesn't move.       "And?" Dreven pressed. I was at a loss for words. What does he mean by "And?' I want to slap him, not a nice bitch slap either, A full force, whole body slap. Dreven moved closer to the bed. Dreven's hands slowly travel down to my chest. I shiver at the coldness of his touch. "I lied, I'm starving," I said fast. Dreven smiled and got up from the bed. I let out a sigh as he let me go. Dreven left the room. I think about his touch; it was so cold felt as if ice was seeping through my clothing and touching my skin. I shivered, determined to remove the feeling of his cold ass hands.       Dreven enters the room, holding a water bottle and a white plate with what looks like fried cherry tomatoes and cut pieces of steak or something like that. I look at the plate as he sets it in front of me. "It's not poisoned, is it?" I ask through narrowed eyes. Dreven chuckled. "Why would I go through all the trouble to kidnap you, then kill you?" Dreven replied ever so calmly. I nod, it made a little sense, but only a little, he could still want me to die.       I wouldn't really mind either. I wanted to vanish from existing anyway; dying wouldn't be half bad. I sigh, I'm pathetic, and I finally take a bite out of one of the little pieces of steak. It was actually pretty good, and I'm kinda hungry. I eat down on some of the tomatoes, and I look up to see Dreven just watching me. "Staring problem?" I bitterly question him. He smirked as if I told him a funny joke, but I still feel the urge to slap the shit out of him. Dreven sat on the bed, and the edge of the bed sank under his weight. Dreven put the water bottle by my leg. "I just like looking at you," Dreven mumbled. "Right, is that why you kidnapped me?" I quipped back. Dreven laughed and shook his head.       "How about we cut a deal...." Dreven pressed, getting rather close, his nose brushing my cheek. I shiver, he's so cold. Dreven put my plate on the nightstand along with my water. "What's the deal?" I asked in a gulp. Dreven got back over to me. He smirked, tilting his head so slightly. "You... let me..... drink your blood.. you'll be close to me, don't leave me... and I'll do whatever you say," Dreven whispered to me, grabbing my hand, tugging it closer to him. I was in utter shock, what... what... did he say blood?       Dreven leaned down, pressing his fangs to my free wrist. I was utterly still, no, this only exists in fairy tales. "Can I say no?" I feel the need to ask my breath to be shallow. Dreven smirked but said nothing as he sank his fangs in my wrist. I wince going to pull away, he gripped my wrist more roughly and his other hand to my chest and shoved me down into the bed.       I hold my breath for a second, his eyes, their... their red. No. It hurts. I can feel him drinking, the even gulps of him draining my blood. I gasped a little. I feel heavy, weak even. I feel the warmth of my own blood crawl down my wrist to my hand, pooling there until it drips off. Dreven moves like a hungry animal as he pulls back, licking my blood from my wrist and my hand. Before moving more up and biting down again. I groan in pain. "Stop," I demanded a bit. Dreven moved off, licking the blood flowing down my arm.       "I need you," Dreven huffed, moving to tower over my body with his own. He looked down at me, his hands now on either side of my waist. I glup a lower down more into the bed, how will I ever get away..... My kidnapper... is a Vampire. -------------------------------- TO BE CONTINUED --------------------------------------