scream. He
violently makes a right hand turn and now we are speeding along the
dark street. I can hear his breathing, as he hisses loudly in my
ear. I am terrified of him and where is he taking me to. My eyes
are blurry, as I stare out at the fast moving trees that we are
passing by. My heart skips a beat when I realise that he is talking
me to the woods. I can hardly breathe when he pulls the car into a
small opening at the edge of the trees. He switches off the engine
and then he turns to face me. His eyes are back to their normal
colour, but I cannot understand why they changed in the first
place. Dalton is staring at me and I jump when he reaches out for
my hand. His knuckles are white and freezing, his lips are
trembling and there is a deep hissing noise forming in his throat
–what is wrong with him?
“Stay still, don’t move, things could get messy if you do.” My
heart is pounding as watch him take long, slow breaths. I lean back
in my seat and I try not to show my intentions, as I slowly reach
for the door handle. My fingers collide with the cool sliver metal
of the door handle and as I go to open it, Dalton’s arm reaches
over and pulls my hand away from the door. I am stunned at how
quick his reactions are and I cannot believe the speed of his
hands. He is like a superhero, but one that terrifies me to my very
core. “I said don’t move,” he snarls through his gritted teeth. I
instantly do as he says, as I am terrified of him and of his next
movements. “I’m sorry about that,” he says after a minute or two of
slow breathing. My hands are shaking as I lock my eyes on
his.
“What are you?” I ask in a shaken voice. Dalton exhales and
then he looks at me, with his eyes as red as fire. I jump from the
sight, but this time I force myself to look at him. His lips are
white and they are quivering harder than I have ever seen them
before. His red eyes are burning through me and when his lips
gently part, I see two sharp daggers in his mouth. My heart is now
beating so fast that I feel it’s going to burst out of my chest at
any moment. He reaches over and he touches my leg, with his icy
fingers. I flinch, but I manage to compose myself long enough so
that I can hear his explanation.
“You know what I am,” he says softly. I shake my head at him
because what I am thinking –doesn’t exist. “Say it,” he urges me. I
frown at him and then I shake my head again.
“I can’t, things like this don’t exist. What I think you are
isn’t real, they only exist in bad movies and books, not in real
life.” Dalton lunges towards me, his eyes are burning red and when
he parts his lips, I see the two sharp daggers again, but this time
I recognise them as fangs.
“I’m a vampire,” Dalton says in a deep snarling voice. My eyes
are trying to adjust to his changing appearance and I am shocked
because my terror is slowly starting to fade. His icy hands are
clasped onto my face and his nose is grazing mine. He is staring
deep into my eyes and my lips are shaking with desire. I know that
he is dangerous and he has just told me that he is a vampire, but
somehow I am drawn to him even more now. He is oozing with lust and
desire and I can feel his cool breath tickling my skin. I want him
to kiss me and it looks like I am getting my wish, as he leans in
towards me. His hands are tightening around my face and his white
lips are moving closer to mine. I can hear him snarling; as I watch
his red eyes dart from side to side. My throat is dry and I cannot
absorb this anticipation any longer. So I jerk my head towards his
and now our lips are touching. He is kissing me, softy whilst he
holds my face in position. His icy hands tingle and send shivers
down my spine, but I like them and their cool touch. He slowly
pulls back from me and I watch as he runs his tongue along his
lower lip. His eyes have returned to their cool blueness and as he
opens his mouth to speak, I notice that his fangs are no