I dropped the drained body of the girl to the ground and ran off again, forgetting the body instantly, only searching now, searching for the next kill. Since I left the French Quarter, I've tried so hard to black everything out of my mind, try to forget all the pain I ever went through. I thought about Rebekah and Elijah, how they betrayed me, how they turned against me together. Rebekah even told me herself that she wanted me dead! I thought about Hayley, and how she abandoned me and took our child with her. Nothing could ever convince me that I could ever trust them. I've returned though, to the quarter, since I have nothing anywhere else. It would be better if I never went back to them, never try to trust. I loved them, but the way I am, the way I have become, the way Michael, my father that is, has ruined me; I can never love again. And that is why I now remain unemotional, why I kill innocent people, why I damage all that's around me. It's a cursed life, and the only life I know how to live...
I know I shouldn't be, but the only way back from the party without getting in a car crash is to walk back home, in the dark, on a full moon. It's ridiculous I know to be scared of the dark, but still, after the reports that have been going around that there's some sort of serial killer going around in my town, it makes sense I'm a little on edge.
Anyhow, I'm wandering down the road, keeping a close eye on my surroundings, but when I saw something dart past me, I stopped dead in my tracks. I felt like I was trapped in a horror movie at that moment and I was that stupid character that freezes in fear instead of running away from danger. I felt like eyes were on me, and another blur darted past me, only this time, it was closer. I could feel a slight breeze as it passed me by, and I could feel goose bumps rising on my arms at the sensation. I looked around wildly, fear taking over and sticking my feet to the pavement.
I stood there as the blur kept passing by, getting closer and closer until finally, something grabbed me from behind. I shrieked as I felt myself being pulled into someone's chest and my hair swept away from my neck. A hand covered my mouth and blocked out my screams. I felt warm breath puff against my skin, and a voice whisper into my ear, making chills run up my spine.
"Don't worry, Love, the pain will go away soon." it whispered darkly.
Then, the same hands that held me turned me around rapidly and faced me to a stunning face. My captor was a male, as I could also tell by his deep voice and strong grip, but he was absolutely breathtaking. I was mesmerized by his face alone, but as I looked at it even more closely, I gasped in horror. Under his eyes, rippling black veins appeared and his eyes changed into a dark red. In his mouth were gleaming fangs and it was then that I realized that I was met with a vampire. I turned my face away.
"Look at me!" he commanded as he pulled my face to look into his eyes.
"Forget all of this, don't struggle, just let me." he said, staring intently into my eyes.
"No!" I lashed back, struggling to get out of his strong grip.
He looked at me in shock, then his face relaxed slightly into confusion.
"What did you say?" he whispered, slightly taken aback.
"I said, NO!" I spat.
"You mean I can't compel you?" he started to loosen his grip on me, but still staring into my eyes.
"What? I don't know what your talking about!" I shouted, trying to escape, but his loosened grip still held me strong.
"I can't control you, make you do things when you look into my eyes. I can't compel you." he still looked at me, but his grip fell, and he stepped back from me, staring at me in awe.
He stared a little longer before finally looking down at the ground. He crept up to me slowly and put his finger to my neck, stroking it slightly, then pulling away, smirking.
"Interesting." he crooned to himself, his smirk unfaltering.
Before I could speak, with the blink of an eye, he vanished. He vanished into the night without a trace, leaving me to wonder...
Who was that man?