it and hurled it at him. He stepped aside, dodging it before it shattered against the door he’d been leaning against. His eyes widened. She ran for the now unblocked door but he reached out and caught her by her long ponytail and she ricocheted back against his frame. He was considerably taller than her.
His mouth was beside her ear, “Freeze,” he said. He still had her hair in his hand. The air left her lungs briefly and she did freeze, absorbing his hot breath for a beat. Then, when he loosened the grip, she started to frantically punch him, scratch him, kick, do whatever she could to fight. She knew that the #1 rule, if abducted, was that you do whatever you have to do to get away.
Well, if you wanted to be technical about it the number one rule was to not let your assailant get you to the second location but since it was too late for that she had to fight to try to get out of here --- and now.
Her efforts, despite the flailing and grunting, weren’t getting her anywhere. He didn’t flinch at any of her hits or kicks and then he pulled her hair tighter and caught one of her wrists.
“Stop; calm down,” he stared into her eyes in that weird way again.
What was with the crazy eye thing?
Kyla grunted in frustration and continued to try to batter him, to make him let go, but as she clawed and hit and kicked all she was really accomplishing was tiring herself out. She kept struggling but she was quickly running out of steam. Punches, kicking, elbowing, scratching, hair pulling, none of it had any effect on him whatsoever.
He had a determined look on his face and he wasn’t moving. He was just blocking her attempted hits to the face and tolerating the hits and kicks she tried to inflict on his other body parts, as if they didn’t even hurt. She was hurting, though, she’d hurt herself trying to kick him in the shin in her bare feet; he was like a man made of steel or something.
“Ouch, fuck! Fuck off. Let me go!”
She stopped struggling for a moment, zapped of energy and totally winded, and looked around the room for something to use as a weapon while catching her breath. He let go of her hair and put his hands up in a defensive posture, looking sort of amused.
She hauled off, intending to punch his jaw as hard as she could to knock that smug look off his face but he caught her fist in his hand and leaned in as she heard the thump of her fist hit the palm of his hand. He tightened his grip around her fist and it hurt a little. She ignored the pain and brought her knee up hard and nailed him in between the legs. Nothing happened and she knew she’d hit hard enough that it should’ve sent him to the floor. It felt like her knee hit steel and pain spread out across her knee. Was he wearing a cup?
The smirk on his face evaporated. First, his jaw tightened and then his upper lip curled. Then, before her eyes, almost as if in slow motion, his eye teeth elongated and she was faced with fangs.
Vampire fangs?
What…
the…
fuck?
They just protruded, like a magic trick or something. Her legs disintegrated into what felt like rubber bands and everything went black as the floor rose up to meet her.
-2-
Kyla heard conversation. After a nanosecond of disorientation she remembered the predicament she was in. And what a predicament it was! She kept her eyes closed and listened to male voices.
She was on the bed and her face was partially shielded by pillows. He, that vampire guy, was talking and she heard the tinkling of glass. He must be picking up broken glass from the decanter she had thrown. Then there was laughter.
That vampire guy? Wait. Was that really what had happened?
“Uh oh; losing your touch just as soon as you get your crown and sceptre?” said a male voice, not the vampire’s.
“Not funny,” was the vampire’s reply.
Her blood ran icy and hot at the same time and the hair at the back of her neck stood on end at the sound of that voice. Some survival instinct she had!
His mouth was beside her ear, “Freeze,” he said. He still had her hair in his hand. The air left her lungs briefly and she did freeze, absorbing his hot breath for a beat. Then, when he loosened the grip, she started to frantically punch him, scratch him, kick, do whatever she could to fight. She knew that the #1 rule, if abducted, was that you do whatever you have to do to get away.
Well, if you wanted to be technical about it the number one rule was to not let your assailant get you to the second location but since it was too late for that she had to fight to try to get out of here --- and now.
Her efforts, despite the flailing and grunting, weren’t getting her anywhere. He didn’t flinch at any of her hits or kicks and then he pulled her hair tighter and caught one of her wrists.
“Stop; calm down,” he stared into her eyes in that weird way again.
What was with the crazy eye thing?
Kyla grunted in frustration and continued to try to batter him, to make him let go, but as she clawed and hit and kicked all she was really accomplishing was tiring herself out. She kept struggling but she was quickly running out of steam. Punches, kicking, elbowing, scratching, hair pulling, none of it had any effect on him whatsoever.
He had a determined look on his face and he wasn’t moving. He was just blocking her attempted hits to the face and tolerating the hits and kicks she tried to inflict on his other body parts, as if they didn’t even hurt. She was hurting, though, she’d hurt herself trying to kick him in the shin in her bare feet; he was like a man made of steel or something.
“Ouch, fuck! Fuck off. Let me go!”
She stopped struggling for a moment, zapped of energy and totally winded, and looked around the room for something to use as a weapon while catching her breath. He let go of her hair and put his hands up in a defensive posture, looking sort of amused.
She hauled off, intending to punch his jaw as hard as she could to knock that smug look off his face but he caught her fist in his hand and leaned in as she heard the thump of her fist hit the palm of his hand. He tightened his grip around her fist and it hurt a little. She ignored the pain and brought her knee up hard and nailed him in between the legs. Nothing happened and she knew she’d hit hard enough that it should’ve sent him to the floor. It felt like her knee hit steel and pain spread out across her knee. Was he wearing a cup?
The smirk on his face evaporated. First, his jaw tightened and then his upper lip curled. Then, before her eyes, almost as if in slow motion, his eye teeth elongated and she was faced with fangs.
Vampire fangs?
What…
the…
fuck?
They just protruded, like a magic trick or something. Her legs disintegrated into what felt like rubber bands and everything went black as the floor rose up to meet her.
-2-
Kyla heard conversation. After a nanosecond of disorientation she remembered the predicament she was in. And what a predicament it was! She kept her eyes closed and listened to male voices.
She was on the bed and her face was partially shielded by pillows. He, that vampire guy, was talking and she heard the tinkling of glass. He must be picking up broken glass from the decanter she had thrown. Then there was laughter.
That vampire guy? Wait. Was that really what had happened?
“Uh oh; losing your touch just as soon as you get your crown and sceptre?” said a male voice, not the vampire’s.
“Not funny,” was the vampire’s reply.
Her blood ran icy and hot at the same time and the hair at the back of her neck stood on end at the sound of that voice. Some survival instinct she had!
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