Elizabeth and the Vampire's Cabin(16)

He moved towards her so fast that she did not even perceive it. She resigned herself to the fact that this was the end. Her fate was to die at the hands of a vampire. But instead of biting her again, his hands moved to her jacket. He ripped it off of her. She stared in shock. He wanted to kill her without her jacket on. And then she saw what he was staring at: her chest. Her hands immediately flew up to her chest area. Unfortunately, as soon as she did this his hands moved to her belt. She tried to push him back, but he grabbed her wrists. She yelled as loudly as she ever had, "Asshole!"

He looked at her with that sadistic look again. Cruel passion fueled his eyes and thin smile.

"What do you want," Elizabeth screamed. Tears streamed down her face.

"You know what I want," he replied calmly.



Chapter 9: The Next Day

Elizabeth woke up the next morning feeling, to say the least, unrefreshed. She was exhausted from the night before. She had fought to the point of near collapse. And when she had run out of physical steam, she had pleaded and begged him to let her be. She had cried hysterically, insisting that he couldn't do what he was threatening to do to her. To add insult to injury, he laughed in her face. She was starting to feel dangerously annoyed by his sadistic smiles and laughs. That feeling nearly outweighed her fear of him. But she continued to appeal to him for mercy, hoping for a miracle. He mocked those appeals. In the end, she had lost her struggle against him. She was drained of energy, and his was endless. She could only hold him back for so long.

The memory of the night before overwhelmed her, and she began to cry. She buried her head in her pillows and grabbed the covers from behind her. She hid underneath the blankets until her tears abated. She lifted her head from the pillows and withdrew the covers. She then looked to her right. The indentation of his head was still on the pillow. A tear made its way down her cheek. Then another, and another, and another...Before she knew it, her head was buried in the pillows and her body underneath the covers once again.

She fell asleep and woke up much later. She looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was old fashioned, made of tin, and had the archaic two bell alarm system atop it. It looked like something out of a Mickey Mouse cartoon from the '30s. It said 2:00 pm on it. Elizabeth groaned at the late hour and knew she had to get up and take care of herself. She had to eat something.

She made her way out the door of the bedroom and found herself in the living room. Her eyes fell on Arthur, who was sitting at the table and drinking a cup of coffee. She almost burst into tears again. She wasn't sure if it was relief that someone she recognized was here or horror that he had taken part in her abduction.

"Elizabeth!" Arthur burst out. He ran to her and tried to hug her, but she gently pushed him away.

"What's happening?" she asked. "Why were you on the boat when he abducted me?"

"It wasn't what I wanted. He kidnapped me right after the party. I was told that if I didn't help him abduct you he would kill me."

"But why you?"

"I have no clue. Punishment for crashing his party? I think it's probably more than that. Or maybe it's not. I think this guy is almost completely unhinged. He made me his personal "assistant". I still feel awful. I had to drink about a pint of his blood after I left your house."

"What?!"

"It was a nightmare. He car jacked me. After I left your house I went to my car and I hit the unlock button. I don't know where he came from, but he was suddenly behind me and it felt like he had a gun to my back. He told me to unlock the trunk and then he ordered me into it. Honestly, I have no clue how no one called 911. There were plenty of people around trying to leave your party. I tried to reassure myself that someone would see this and intervene, or a squad car would be here any minute. But it didn't happen. Maybe it was too dark out in the street for people to notice. Maybe people just don't pay attention anymore. I have no idea. But I was in the trunk, scared to death, for the next several minutes. He drove us to his house, grabbed me out of the trunk, and manhandled me all the way into his place. That bouncer was still there. I'll never forget it. The guy just stared straight ahead like nothing was happening. When I got inside the house we were alone. His party was obviously over. I don't know if it ended naturally or it ended because you pulled a knife on someone. But he took me to the kitchen, grabbed a carafe, and poured what looked to be about sixteen ounces of a red liquid into a glass. He forced me to drink it, and I realized it was blood. I tried to stop drinking, but when I paused he told me it was punishment for crashing his party. Then he threatened to kill me if I didn't down the whole thing. Within moments of finishing, I got an awful stomach ache. I thought I had appendicitis and my whole stomach was about to explode. And then, once the pain was almost unbearable, it began to recede. I had transformed into a half vampire. I guess that's like vampire lite. I don't know how to explain it well. Imagine Aaron has the strength of a god and I have the strength of a demi-god. He claims that he has extended my lifespan by about one and a half times as much, and I can now transform into an animal. I'm also abnormally strong and really crave fresh, raw meat all the time." Arthur's explanation of what happened was a whirlwind, and he was breathless by the end of it.