Bloodl.u.s.t

After brushing my teeth, I stepped into the living room to find a fully dressed up Penelope, an expensive handbag hanging from her arm as she kissed Nicholas goodbye, an absolutely fake smile plastered on her face. I felt the sudden urge to puke but somehow refrained myself from doing so.

Penelope's Dad was a doctor at the town hospital and had left early morning too.

As soon as she stepped outside the door, it was closed shut and I felt all the air get s.u.c.k.e.d out of my lungs as hard fingers gripped my neck firmly.

"I-I can… can't br-breathe…" my eyes had welled up. I tried to free Nick's grip with one hand and the other repeatedly slapped his iron-hard c.h.e.s.t trying to push him away.

"Nick, what the hell are you doing?!" Samuel quickly appeared in the room when he heard my panicked words, thanks to his vampire-hearing.

"She has a death wish and I'm granting it to her," Nick g.r.o.a.n.e.d, his eyes anger-filled as his grip tightened around my neck. I was certain my head was soon going to get separated from my body, so I closed my eyes waiting for my life to get s.u.c.k.e.d out; tears rolled down my cheeks.

But then I was breathing again, though my throat felt scratchy from the assault that had been done to it seconds before, what I saw with my eyes managed to bring a small grateful smile on my face.

Samuel was standing in front, his back turned as one of his muscled arm rested on Nick's hard c.h.e.s.t pushing him away as he shielded me from the vampire's evil wrath.

But when he spoke, my smile vanished and I felt a painful twinge in her c.h.e.s.t.

"You can't kill her. Not yet. Not until we know if she's a witch or not. We need her, Nick."

When Samuel was convinced he wouldn't try to kill me at least 'not yet', he gave me a pitied look and left.

"Do that once again and I'll make you wish you weren't born," Nicholas said through gritted teeth. I knew very well what he meant by 'that' and though I shuddered internally, somehow I managed to look calm and composed on the outside.

"Is this your address?" he asked; his face back to no expression mode which looked nothing more than a stone while passing me small piece of parchment which contained several bits of information and a name top-centred 'Diana Jane Taylor'.

My eyes widened as I read all the details about me that were precisely mentioned on it. "Who gave you this?" I spoke, hardly managing to keep my voice calm.

"Is. This. Your. Address?" I noticed the veins beneath his eyes twitch and the white of his eyes turned to a dangerous red.

There was no delay and I replied instantly, "Y-Yes."

"Well, I'm going to have a small chat with your bestfriend slash roommate. What was her name again? Ohe- Ophen…?" his lips curved upwards by a quarter of a millimetre, threat clear in his voice.

"Opheliah. Opheliah Carter."

Oh my god...

"Oh yes! Opheliah Carter. Red hair, green eyes, nose pierced, am I right?" he threatened as he walked towards the door.

My voice was barely a whisper, "Don't hurt her. Please."

He turned behind unhurriedly, his eyes flashed thoughts and calculations, "I'll try my best not to. But who knows what will happen when I get there. But I won't kill her. Not today, that's for sure." He showcased an evil grin as I watched him with a look of disgust.

"I'm going to tell her... Oh wait- I'm going to compel her  and tell her that you've gone to your grandmother's house or something. I don't want to compel the whole police force when they barge into this house trying to find you,"

"I don't have a grandmother." I said but he had already left by then.