Paranormal Romance: Saved For the Vampire (Menage Romance,BBW Romance, Vampire Romance) Read Free Page B

other. Yoga had done nothing to prepare her for this kind of physical activity, but the sound of her attacker rapidly pursuing her was enough to edge her on.
     
    “Come back!” he roared after.
     
    She could feel him catching up to her, fancying that she could just hear the sound of his ragged  breath shadowing over her neck. Just like that, she thought of darting off the trail, for as long as she stayed on the path, he could follow her, and it was becoming apparent that it was all too easy for him to outrun her. But if she jumped off, she could hide and hopefully he would give up the pursuit? But by the time she had reached the right place to jump away, he had caught up to her.
     
    He threw himself at her, landing like a boulder on top of her. She tumbled to the ground, her ankle twisting in the process. A pained scream slipped out of her lips as she landed on the ground, her face scratching on the pavement. She gasped, a cracking sound ringing through the night as her skull slapped the asphalt. Her hands, which had flown in front of her in the hopes of catching her fall were scathed and bleeding. She turned to get back up, but he had already mounted her. This time, when she looked into his eyes, she saw nothing but stupid anger, uncontrollable and unfocused.
     
    “Shit.” she hissed, just as he threw a punch.
     
    Her head slammed to the right, her neck snapping to pick up the impact of it all. Her head rung from the blow, but something about that only made her more angry. She tried to pressed her body against him, throwing a punch of her own, but the force of that alone was enough to fracture her own fist. “Ughhh!” she screeched, but, luckily for her, he swayed a little backward. That punch, plus the impact of her purse was enough to fracture the bone beneath his tough skin.
     
    Laura sucked in a deep breath and ignored the pain in her fist enough to throw yet another punch at him. This was enough to weaken his grip so that she could slither away from him. She twisted her body and crawled away, fully intending to stand up once she had put enough space between herself and him. But she had only crawled a foot away from him when he reached out and grabbed a handfull of the thick head of hair she had spent over an hour curling for that very date. A screech slipped through her lips as her neck yanked backwards. He lifted her onto her knees through the sheer force of pulling on her hair as he stood up.
     
    Laura through her hand frantically upwards, trying her best to get a grip on him to stop him or anything. But nothing worked. He lifted her over her ankles, then drove the back of her head into the ground. Her eyes went wide as her brain slammed against the inside of her skull. The stars and the moon turned into white light as every hair on her skin stood on end. Her jaw hung stupidly open as she struggled to keep taking in oxygen. But nothing could help the mind blowing pain frying her every nerve. “Stoppit. Stoppit!” she gasped, as he grabbed her head yet again and began to drag her by it, a crazy laugh tumbling out of his mouth.
     
    Just when she thought he would never stop, he did, haphazardly dropping her onto the pavement again. He began to rummage in his pockets for his knife, but, this time, Laura could do nothing to take advantage of this little bit of time. She willed herself to get up, but even sitting upright was to much for her to manage. She twisted onto her stomach and began to crawl away from him her arms giving out beneath her on every third step. Even though she could hear him walking beside her, taking delight in her every pained step, she couldn't give up and just accept defeat. “Roy?” she spat as her arm gave out for the last time.
     
    This time, the man did not even bother to flip her over. He lifted her head up and placed that cold, glinting knife against it. Laura's eyes flickered shut. She was no fool. She could feel the end when it knocked on her door. She couldn't help but to