I had never been carried by a vampire and I never ever in my life dreamt I ever would. I opened my mouth, wanting to say something because never in my life could I ever just shut up. Air blew from every direction, not only filling my mouth but also seeming to kill my brain cells one by one. My face turned away as much as I hated it, only to drown in a masculine scent that seemed to weaken all my bones and leave me in a mellow state. My face had to be buried in his large and wide chest with his cool temperature cooling down my face. How could someone ever smell that good? It frustrated me to no end as my hands held onto him, my fists grabbing his shirt, feeling the thick muscles right under. What did he eat? He was just muscle, average build but you could see he was firm and strong. His tall height made the distribution of muscle and fat amazing on him. I groaned out loudly, wanting to rip my head apart because it was spewing nonsense. Where was he even taking me? I was not going

I was hungry as hell.My eyes sat on the bowl sitting opposite him with a spoon inside. There was a plate of bread next to it. My eyes moved from the bowl to him as he ate his own food slowly, not even sparing me a look.Was the bowl mine? Was the food mine?I nearly laughed at that. I never had food. I never had a bowl with food in it waiting for me. Never in my life.Wendy would always throw pieces of spoilt bread on the floor and I would pick them up to eat whenever that happened. I would go through weeks not eating anything, watching them eat and drink blood every night until I craved even the blood with how hungry I was. I used to bite myself and suck the blood that would come out of the wounds, thinking it would fill me up since all the vampires around me were also drinking blood but I had just been hurting myself for nothing. I had always been a bony child. I had always had bones stick out of my skin to the point where my skin would tear from the bones and how thin it was. When

My body pulled up from the water. I wiped my face with my hand. My hand grabbed for the wash clothes and soap. I would not take a bath in a long time so I would make it count. I did not want to get to my people looking as if I came from the grave even if I did. My hair was washed which left the water brown with dirt. The shame. I did not even know what I looked like. I probably looked like a crazy person. My hair had knots, deciding to just move on. I scrubbed my skin until it burned, scrubbed until I was sure I was clean all over. No part of me was not cleaned.I stepped out of the water, drying my hair and skin with the towel. A jar sat next to the tub so I picked it up and indeed, it had excess water. I picked up a toothbrush and toothpaste. My teeth were just heavy. I always jumped at the opportunity to clean my teeth. When I was young, I used to use mint leaves then bite the ends of small tree branches until they were soft so I could clean my teeth. I brushed until my gums ached

I came to the wall blazing, stepping once, twice, only to jump and flip in the air, hitting the other side of it with my back as I rolled on the ground to pick up and run.The pain exploded but it was just wasting it’s time.Voices screamed behind me but I was not there for them, they just liked attention, did they not?The floor was covered in nothing but blood. It flowed all through the ground, as if canals of it had been poured and I realized that even I was smudged with it, having me groan but I would deal with that later.Vampires came speeding at me as I dodged them as much as I could. I was fighting for my life here, they had no chance.I wasn’t even seeing them, just praying.Please, if there was ever a God on my side, could he just please do this for me, no matter how lousy he was when it came to me.Hands gripped me from behind. Security was very tight, I will tell you that. I turned with my fist connecting with a face to pull away and run but I was jumped not even long af

His hand ran up my neck to my hair, digging in me as my head tipped back to his touch. My eyes closed, biting my lower lip to let it go. I tasted my own blood in my mouth from an injury I had. I licked my lips, leaving them wet with more blood.My body ached so hard, angling even more into him as if I wanted him to absorb me in to him. My hands fell on his burning skin all of a sudden, as if he would burn me alive with his fire.His other arm wrapped around my waist, tugging me closer with much force. His grip was tight as if to peel my skin away. I hated how short I was to him, hated how I could not grab his hair as he had mine and as if hearing me, he pulled me up with just that one arm and I did not waste time, wrapping my legs around his waist.My breast smudged on his skin, my nipples aching for his touch, needing his attention but he seemed to be taking his time. He tugged my head back as I gasped out loud, so hot it would kill me. I wanted him like I never wanted anything in