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standing next to the coffee pot in the kitchen, it must be that.”
    I made an attempt to move and he pressed himself against me tighter, pushing me harder into the wall. At the same time he began to run his mouth along my neck and took in another deep breath. This time I felt myself getting a little lightheaded and had to stop myself from closing my eyes. 
    “It was incredible watching you take that man at the park tonight, you’re a natural.” His lips were finding their way down to my collar bone. “All that blood spilling on you, your eyes glowing in the moonlight was such a turn on.”
    His mouth was working its way back up the other side of my throat, and I felt the slight scrape of his fangs as he did. I was shivering listening to him speak, feeling his body pressed against mine, remembering the earlier part of the night.
    “It took all the restraint I had not to tear off your clothes, and take you right there in the park. Why do you think Ana wa s frozen and couldn’t help you? Why do you think she left? You were mesmerizing.” His voice was husky now .  H e said the last looking at me with eyes completely black and reflecting the darkness of my own. I could feel the hardness of him under his jeans pressing into my belly. He wouldn’t release my eyes or my body as he continued to speak.
    “You loved the feel of blood pouring down your face and slipping down your throat ; the power it gave you, the strength you now have. The images the man showed you.” I caught myself as I began pressing myself into him, he was turning me on, and I didn’t want him to.
    He hesitated a second before finishing what he had to say, knowing it would break the spell, “And if you go home, and see your husband, the one you’ve been missing, the one you love, you will do the same thing to him. You will hear the beating of his heart, smell his desire for you, and you won’t be able to stop yourself from taking him. You will sink your fangs into his neck and take every last drop he has to offer, and he won’t even fight you along the way because he loves and trusts you; but you will kill him.”
    That sobered me up . I knew what his game was . H e wasn’t coming on to me; he was just manipulating me. This time I did manage to push past him and made my way back up to my room. I could smell his desire for me as I went, so I knew it wasn’t all a show.
    When I got to my room, I just lay on the bed and thought about how I had gotten in this position .  I w ondered how I was going to get my family back. Just thinking about them gave me a sense of determination and strength I had almost forgotten I possessed.
    I began to think about them as I waited for the sun to rise and how if I could get through the torture of med school, while raising a family, I could survive anything. I wanted them to learn to fight for what they loved.  I believed that if they saw their mother struggle, and learn, and accomplish something then they too would learn how to do the same. Their enthusiasm was my fuel. I’d tell them all about my day, and I’d listen to each of theirs in turn. They were my life. My whole heart, I would tell them.
    My boys are nine - year-old Evan Michael and 16 year-old Christian Loren. I have been married to their father, my husband, for 17 blissful, frustrating, loved-filled years.
    I was beginning to have a harder and harder time concentrating, and I started to hear a deep whirring sound. I pushed myself into a sitting position on the bed and was surprised to feel that my body felt like dead weight, I was exhausted. I began to look around the room for the source of the sound, when suddenly metal shutters closed over the bedroom windows .  T hey came from inside the frame itself so they wouldn’t have been noticeable from the outside of the house. I lay back down, no longer able to hold myself up, and thought that at least I was safe from the sun if nothing else; then everything went black.

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