Empress to Impress (A Vampire Novel)

I was coming home from Ashlyn Derbot's party late that night. I pulled out my iPod and began scrolling through music. A 'Death Cab for Cutie' song blared through my headphones, drowning out all other sound.
I turned the corner of Davis St., the street lamps the only light. A chill crept up my spine and I pulled my old leather jacket tighter around me. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end with the eerie feeling that I was being watched. I tried to shrug it off, but didn't let my guard down. I wasn't doing a very good job when I ran into a man that I didn't see coming. I dropped my iPod.

"Sorry, man. My bad," I apologized, picking up my tech.

"No harm done," he wiped his very expensive looking coat. I glanced up at him, seeing he was about five years older than me.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Lucinda. You?"

"Wesley Maddox III."

"Ha, you sound like royalty or something," I teased.

"I am," he smirked.

"What?" He slammed me into a tree.

"So pretty." he nibbled.

"Stop!"

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16. Chapter 16: Nightmares

I can feel his icy cold fingertips tracing the waistband of my jeans, his pointed nails effortlessly tearing open my skin. I couldn't fight back. There was too much blood loss.

I could no longer speak, for I had been silenced by my own screams. Now it was just a rushing of hot air that passed through my vocal cords. His teeth still sunk deeper into my skin, but it no longer mattered to me; I couldn't feel it. 

Just over the sound of my desperate panting, there could barely be heard the popping of pant buttons. My buttons. A lump had formed in my throat as I tried what I could to resist...

"Now, now. That won't get you anywhere, Lucinda..."

 

"...Lucinda... Lucinda! Wake up!"

I spring upright in bed, quickly realizing that I am cradled in Collete's arms. The baby blue bed sheets are pooled at the foot of the bed, and my bedside lamp lies in shattered pieces upon the floor. 

"What's going on?" I look up to meet her eyes. They are scared and round and worried. Only then do I realize that I'm covered entirely with sweat. I look down at the bed to see that I've torn through the mattress. Meeting her eyes once again, I feel mine begin to well up with tears. 

Without saying a word, she brings me into a tight embrace. It's not the first time this has happened.

"It's all right," she began to stroke my hair, "you're safe here."

"Not anymore," salty tears run down my cheeks and into her white-blonde hair.

"Don't say such foolish things. Neither Peter nor I will let them get anywhere close to you," she pulled away, looking deep into my eyes, "you believe that right? That both of us will protect you?"

I hug her tightly once again. "Collete, I'm so sorry."

"Hey, it's okay. I don't mind risking my life for you; you're my best friend."

"No, I meant for the lamp. I know it was your favourite." 

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