Chapter 17

+continuation of flashback and rita's point~of~view+ When I came to, my head felt like someone had just kicked me in my head. My vision was blurry and tears welded in the corners of my eyes because of the excruciating pain. The music out on the floor pulse and made the wall slightly vibrate underneath their driving beats. The cover was now on me, like I was tucked in like a little child. I wiggled out of the soft prison and threw the sheets at the foot of the bed. Hunger shot through me like forboding measures and I clutched tightly at my stomach. Everything came back to me all at once now: the debonaire, young man; his fangs; his ordeal of biting me on my neck... No. He couldn't be. Vampires do not exist. They are all a work of myths to scare misbehaving children to bed. "You were lead to false paths, Rita..." came the familiar, passionate, curving voice, "We are very much reality." "What the fuck did you do to me? Are you some kind of sicko?!" I exclaimed, attempting to search for him through the darkness. "Sicko. Murderer. Psycho. Freak. So many names for the common vampire. Then, again, I ain't really you're average vampire," he chuckled, "I am an archaic vampire and I learned various things during my extended existence." He came out of the shadows slowly. Now, he was dressed up in indigo vinyl pants; a black, short sleeved shirt and black platforms with a single, silver streak on the sides. You are even more beautiful when you are confused. "Say what?" I asked, lowering my eyebrows. Then, I realized that he said nothing at all. Jay bit down on his bottom lip carefully and sauntered over to me. He leaned over, his hands now pressing against the mattress and I felt myself tilt backwards slightly. "You are even more beautiful when you are confused," Jay repeated, falling to his knees in front of me now. I looked down lovingly at him. How could I resist him? His crisp hands were suddenly underneath my shirt and my breathing became intensed. Jay removed one of his hands and began stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. His nails lightly scratched me, but not too much to the brink of pain. I clasped his hand in mine and kissed it. Jay let out a small smile and we pulled closer until eventually, we kissed. A gentle kiss it was and I clasped onto his shirt collar. Drawing him deeper. When we pulled away, I let out a whimpering protest and he whispered, "Sh, my Dark Beauty. Eventually, we will make love, but you are still a fragile doll in my mind. Patience, Darling. You must eat now. That is the most important task..." to be continued...