In all the commotion, I realize I forgot my backpack. Fucking great. It's fully dark now, making it difficult to see where I'm going.
Screams erupt from all over. They've reached the cabins.
Good to know even those aren't considered a safe space.
When this so-called vacation is over, I'm going to need all the caffeine I can get my hands on to make up for how tired I'm going to be. If no place is safe? How can I be expected to sleep?
People are running everywhere, but the scare actors are gaining on us quickly. In the blink of an eye, I realize, I’ve lost track of my friends.
Looking behind me is when I make a mistake. Not being able to see where I'm running leads me straight into a solid brick wall of a chest.
I scream feeling arms wrap around my body. My hair is covering my face, obscuring my vision from making out who exactly has captured me. Then from behind another set of arms wrap around me. I'm caged in between two solid masses of muscle.
My entire body begins to shake as I try to get away, but no amount of trashing will make these two budge. I let out a scream, but it does no good.
"What do we have here?" A deep voice asks.
"I'd say we found ourselves a little screamer,” the voice from behind rumbles, vibrating my back. I can feel a distinct prodding that hits me right between my butt cheeks.
Whoever it is has a hard on. A very large, impressive hard on. It startles me enough that I almost forget to be scared.
But the hot breath on my ear jerks me back into a terror induced state.
Why then, when my heart is racing like it is, am I feeling the tiniest bit turned on? I shake my head. Absolutely not. I will not be led astray by my pussy.
"Fuck she smells so good!" the one at my back exclaims, running his nose up my neck.
"She has a name, and I doubt that very much! I've been running and I'm covered in bug spray."
Both of my captors somehow find this hilarious. That blue drink seems to be gaining on me, because I almost join them.
"He wasn't talking about that scent, little rose. He's talking about that sweet little cunt of yours that's begging for us to fill it."
I clench my thighs together. I should have worn longer shorts! How can they smell that? Oh my god! Can everyone smell that? I'm seriously considering a new shower routine.
"Stop overthinking," the one in front of me says, gripping me hard about the waist. One of his hands traces the length of my body and up the side of my neck until he's removing the large chunk of hair that's been obscuring my vision. I try to ignore the visceral reaction my body has to their rough, large hands touching me like they are.
As soon as my vision clears, I see a faint dark outline of the man in front of me. In the warm moonlight, his teeth gleam as he grins down at me. But there's a glaring difference in his menacing smile that makes my heart clench. There are two long fangs protruding from his mouth. A vampire. I don’t know why but a part of mewantsto know what it would feel like to be bitten. Would it hurt? Would it feel good? It’s not like I can actually find out though. This is all manufactured to make us scared and fuck it’s working.
It's fake—all fake, I tell myself, right up until I feel the twin pin pricks of fangs sinking into my neck.
The bastard bit me! He fucking bit me. And oh my God does it feel so good. Nothing like I would have expected. There's a warm pulsing that travels from the wound in my neck directly to my core, wantingmore, more, more. My head spins, from either the blood loss or the pent-up sexual frustration that's coursing through my body. It's a ravenous need to be consumed.
A loud scream pierces my muddied thoughts, and it sounds familiar. Faye? It's enough to break me from my haze and realize just what's happening to me. I'm being feasted upon by a real-life vampire. Somehow, I manage to push my captors away and Istumble out of their grasp. I need to find my friends and get out of here.
Chapter 7
Jack
Those two vampires found her before I could get to her. They’re too fast for me while I’m in my human form and by the time I catch up, she’s escaped their grasp. Well, escape is the wrong word. They let her go so they could play a cat and mouse game with her, chasing her through these woods.
I intercept her and grip her about the waist, pressing her back into a tree. Her entire body is shaking with fear, and blood runs down her neck. I press my fingers to her wound to help stop the bleeding. Her pulse beats wildly against my fingertips.
Being this close to her almost undoes me. The want I feel for her is overwhelming. She smells like the woods I love so much.
“Wh-what do you want?” She asks, her voice quivering with each word.
Her fear does things to me. It ignites a primal instinct inside me that’s long been dormant. I get close to her face, studying her every curve, taking in her soft freckles that dot her cheeks and nose. Her dark lashes are wet with unshed tears. The moment they spill over, my tongue licks their salty rivulets from her damp skin.
