Bloodl.u.s.t

Clearing my throat, I open my mouth to speak just when his phone begins to ring. He decides to ignore it so I turn my head and look out of the window. I've been residing in this town for over 5 years now and I always thought it was a small one but I'm sure I've never been to this part before. As we travel further, the concrete jungle becomes less dense and the green jungle grows.

Where the hell is he taking me?!

The phone begins ringing again, "Either pick up or put your phone on the silent mode." I scoff, folding my arms together.

He passes me a cold glare but then removes the phone from his jean pocket. The screen flashes the name 'Peter', immediately the image of Noah Centineo pops up in my head and a tiny smirk begins appearing on my face. The vampire ignores me and puts the phone on speaker.

'Hey, Nick.' Comes a modulated masculine voice from the phone.

Nick? Hah.

"Peter." He replies.

'You called?' The car takes a right turn and we're back on the gravel road.

"Yeah. When can you get back? Need your help with something." The vampire guy replies in a monotonous voice.

'Well I'm still working on our plan. Is it urgent?' Peter replies in a hushed tone.

When he pauses to send another glare my way that's when it strikes me! He needs help with something related to me! "Yes, it is."

I take my eyes off the scenery outside and fix them on his face. He notices me and puts the phone off the speaker and to his ear.

Ugh!

This is about me! He needs the Peter guy's help with something related to me! I wonder if it is about the birthmark. Why would anyone be interested in something as ugly as that mark I've had since my birth. But I still remember the way he reacted- he thought I was lying. I wasn't. There has to be something more to this than I think and I can't wait to know what.

Just as Nick ends the call, the car pulls up in front of an old manor house which looks haunted. Have I mentioned our town has some of these?

This one though old looks well maintained. And to say its huge would be an understatement. I look around- there's not a single house in sight within 200 metres.

Creepy and… exciting!

The front yard is covered with lush green grass and several tall trees, names of which I don't know. In the centre is an enormous 5-stage jet fountain, circled by numerous tiny bushes placed between wooden benches. There is only word to describe the whole scenario: WOW.

The manor has 3 storey and from where I'm standing I can count about 50 windows. The exterior walls are made of dark coloured bricks and the roof is slanting made of even darker coloured tiles. And there's not one but 3 chimney outlets.

"What place is this? Y-You live here?" I'm too awestruck to speak clearly.

"It's my house. And, your prison for the next few days." He replies, his tone seems forced.

Prison? Nah! More like paradise!

A brilliant smile creeps onto my face. I could fit 150 of my apartment-sized rooms in this house. He rolls his eyes and walks quickly towards the front door of the house. I follow him while taking in every beautiful detail I see.

"Wow… ouch!" I bang my head straight into some rock-hard. This is what happens when you don't look where you are heading. I look up and realise it's actually his back I ran into. What is he made of, granite and stones?.

He slowly turns behind and within a fraction of a second his fingers have tightly gripped my delicate neck, throttling me.