I slammed my body against the door of the car but it didn't budge for the hundredth time. How many times had I been hitting it with my body? Shouldn't it be flying off because of my strength?

"The door is of high quality, sweetheart. Please stop doing that." I heard one of them say, probably the guy with the brown hair because my supposed-to-be prey's voice doesn't sound like that. My blood boiled and my soul began whispering loudly inside of me.

It's like a heartbeat. Yet, our souls always whisper in a slightly quick speed. Probably like a really good rapper who can whisper-rap. Like I mentioned, it's like those creepy ghost whispers in horror movies. Sometimes low and quick in speed, sometimes loud and quick in speed.

The louder our souls whisper is like the louder and faster a human's heart would beat when in a situation that causes the heart to change its pace. The quieter our souls whisper is like the calmer the heartbeat is.

"Let me out, you Witch!" I screamed and felt my fangs elongate. My soul was enraged. She wanted to be out of here. Having a stupid blindfold around my eyes and a thick rope drowned in vervain wasn't helping at all.

Vervain is dangerous for us Vampires. Thank Hell the humans do not know vervain exists and praise the Devil that they do not know we exist. Vervain can burn our skin, or insides if we drink, like acid but not kill us. Small amounts are not that bad but a full-glass-amount is bad for us. It burns and causes an ugly rash.

"Did you really just insult a Pureblood?" the voice says, a hint of irritation in his tone. "You should be overjoyed that he wants you."

I hissed really loud, I was sure they had to at least flinch. Calling a Vampire or a Pureblood Witch is extremely insulting because Vampires and Purebloods do not get along with Werewolves and Witches, especially Witches. We do not like them. It's like insulting and degrading our entire family and our dignity, along with our pride.

"Let me out! How dare you blindfold and tie me with bloody vervain! You sickening Witch!"

The car came to an abrupt stop and I found my head bumping into the headrest of the passenger's seat. I heard a low hiss that made the corners of my lips twitch.

"If you don't control your girl I swear I'll do it for you, Sebastian!" said the baby-faced Pureblood. So, my meant-to-be prey's name is Sebastian? Interesting.

I heard a door slam shut and then the air around me changed. The door opposite to my door opened and I felt the seat dip a little. The Pureblood was sitting next to me.

"Jay, give me a moment." said the Pureblood. So, baby-face's name is Jay? That's interesting, too.

Again, I heard a door open and then slam shut. After a moment of silence, the unexpected happened. I hunched forward with a gasp as I experienced another wave of unbearable pain. This time, it was like someone was twisting my insides mercilessly and trying to tie them in a knot. I bit my lips very hard, already able to taste the familiar, chilly liquid. My eyes watered but I wouldn't allow them to shed their tears. No way was I doing that. Even if the blindfold was covering my eyes, he'd still be able to smell my tears.

I hunched over more and ended up falling onto something. The Pureblood's lap. I felt so ashamed and so disgusted to fall onto his lap, as if I was kneeling for him. It felt degrading. Over my pain, he began stroking my hair while I groaned.

"Stop it!"

When the pain reached a high, I couldn't take it anymore. It was too strong and I felt like I was dying slowly. Dying would be much better than this because this, this is torture.

"You want me to stop it?" he asked calmly. This man was calm even when I spat on his shoes. I expected a punch or something but all I got was more pain, which was worse. But his expression and tone were always calm.

I nodded my head and looked down when I felt the tears threaten to spill. It's not like he would be able to see them in my eyes, but I still didn't want them to spill. He sighed and continued caressing my hair. The nerve this jerk has! I just asked him to stop it and he does nothing but sigh!? I bit my lip harder when the pain increased.

"S-stop... S-stop it..." I panted.

"You have to promise me to behave and be a good girl for now, are we clear?" he asked— again— gently. What was wrong with him? Purebloods are not gentle and sweet! Absolutely not!

I nodded my head, but it was a solid lie. The pain increased, I lost all of my strength and went flat on his lap. "I p-promise, I promise!" I screamed. The pain stopped quickly, as if it was never there. I breathed a few times, aware of the hand stroking my hair.

"That's a good girl." he whispered soothingly. I wanted to punch him for humiliating me like that, but I didn't have the energy to even speak. How dare he talk to me as if I was a child! Even worse, a dog! Good girl? I'll show him.

"Come here." he said before he picked me up and sat me on his lap, my head resting on his shoulder. I subconsciously sniffed his scent and I almost relaxed. He smelt of Honey and Lavender. Soothing yet tempting at the same time.

"Go to sleep. We'll have a talk when we're home." he kissed my forehead and rubbed gentle circles on my back. Does he not know that Vampires do not sleep? As if hearing me, he reached for the back of my neck, and I instantly stiffened, sitting up straighter. He cupped it with his hand, and pressed hard a little below my ears. My fangs shot out of my gums and a thundering hiss escaped me.

He had pressed on a pressure point, and that sent me flying into unconsciousness. My last thought was the only thing that nearly made me wide awake: he better not do anything to me while I'm out.

I opened my eyes sleepily and stretched without sitting up, messing the sheets on the bed. I looked up at the white ceiling with boredom and decided to sit up. I removed the black sheet from my body and hopped off of the large black bed. I stretched again and walked to my clos— This isn't my room.

I snapped my head to the side quickly, looking around and trying to remember where I was. This room was mostly black. The carpet, the bed and some of the furniture were all black. The cushions and pillows on the bed were a creamy colour. Some other furniture and the doors were creamy, too, just like the ceiling. I like the room, but I don't know where I am and it is not my room.

I did not want to stick around for too long and enjoy the grandness and beauty of this room because I needed to get out of here, fast. I took a few steps, then stopped and looked down in horror. I was not wearing my clothes, instead I was wearing a large grey shirt that stopped a few inches above my knees.

This jerk will die.

My blood boiled and my eyes turned to their deadly silver as I marched over to the door and yanked it open. The thing is, it didn't open. Stupid bastards locked ME in a room? Locked ME?!

I remembered everything clearly.

"You witches will die for doing this to me! Let me out!" I roared as I banged my fists on the door wildly. I ignored the door after a few more bangs and shoves and moved to the windows. To my great shock, they were also locked and had metal bars that resembled those of a jail cell. This is unbelievable. You've got to be kidding me. Me? Locked in a room? I refuse to believe such nonsense.

I walked to one of the doors in the room and found the closet— not what I was looking for, though. I went over to the other door and nearly fainted. The bathroom was huge! Almost the size of a swimming pool centre. Just how rich is this Pureblood? This bathroom was beautiful, more so than any spa centre I've ever been to. And then I realised this isn't a bathroom.

My jaw dropped when I saw the window which was huge— from the ceiling to the floor— and it was placed instead of a wall. Who the hell has a window as a wall in their bathroom? Then again, his place seemed very much isolated from society.

That window won't do. It won't be my escape.

'Try again.'

I paused, blinked, and smirked at the suggestion my soul gave.

I went back to the room and looked around. I picked up every single heavy object I could find, along with some wood and other solid objects. After I steadied everything in my hands, I walked back to the bathroom and hurried beyond all the great things in this room— if it could be called a room. I stood in front of the glass-window-wall and closed my left eye, securing my aim and readying my arm.

With the speed of light I threw one, two, three, four, five items together at the same time. I watched as the window cracked a little but did not break. I huffed, grabbing a nearby chair and throwing it as fast as I could. I was satisfied when I watched the window break and shatter across the floor. I readjusted my hearing and picked out the sound of feet pounding on the floor. I slipped my feet into some slippers before I ran towards the window and jumped out into the night.

I landed on the ground with a loud thud and a dent with cracks on the ground. If I was a human, I would have died and not caused that but I'm a Vampire.

I wasted no time in getting up and super-speeding out of here. After a few minutes of super-speeding, I came to a large brick wall that separated this house from the other side. I backed away a few steps and crouched down, getting ready. I ran and I jumped, only to have something push me by my side.

I slid on the ground and noticed the trail that I made. It's like a meteor had fallen, sliding on the ground and causing that cracked path on the ground. My skin was cut, but healed in seconds.

I stood up from the ground with merciless silver eyes and a hiss that would have scared any Vampire around. I felt my fangs elongate and my pupils turn into slits as my vision changed and became clearer, sharper. This side of me scared everyone, even me. When my eyes turn to their silver and my pupils change to slits, I was no longer a Vampire. I was a beast— a monster.

I experienced it once and when I recovered, I found myself surrounded by fifteen dead and bloodied Vampires. I was surprised that I was able to take on fifteen Vampires all on my own. This side of me I did not like. I was scarier than anything when I was like this, even scarier than the brutal female Pureblood I encountered.

I guess it's when my soul takes over and I because a true Vampire without a trace of humanity.

It was the baby-faced Pureblood, Jay. He was looking at me slightly uncomfortable and when he glanced at my eyes, I noticed him gulp. I could smell his uneasiness and that did nothing but make me give a deathly smirk. He gulped again and his eyes looked distant.

I won't let him.

I took his distraction as an opportunity and charged at him, knocking him to the ground and pinning his wrists with one of my hand as I straddled his stomach. I snaked a hand around his slender neck and applied pressure. I smirked when I saw him gasping for air.

"Sebastian!" he gasped as he struggled underneath me. He could easily push me off, so why was he acting weaker?

I felt a presence approaching and before I could react, I jumped away from Jay and fell to the ground, clutching my neck. It felt like a lot of hands were gripping my neck with an intense strength, trying to choke me to death. I panted and thrashed my legs around, hoping to ease the pain. My eyes began watering yet I blinked them harshly, locking the tears away. I arched my back, my legs now caressing the ground.

I noticed that Sebastian guy help Jay to his feet. They both looked at me with different expressions. Jay with worry, Sebastian with calmness yet a little displeasure. Sebastian walked closer to me and crouched down. I tried to move away, but my energy was focused on trying to relieve my neck from the invisible tight grip.

I was being choked with no hands, but this Pureblood's mind. Sick bastard.

His hand caressed my cheek gently and I let out a whimper as I felt his warm skin on my cold one. Yes, Purebloods have a warm temperature but vampires have the opposite, a cold one.

"You tried to run away from me. I am not pleased." he spoke so calmly, as though I wasn't struggling. Screw you and your pleasure! I am dying here! I shouted in my head.

My vision was starting to blur and I felt my grip on my neck loosen. Sebastian sighed and as though nothing happened, the pain disappeared. I gasped for breath and coughed harshly, rolling on my side and placing my hands on the ground. I tried to push myself up but my hands buckled and I almost smashed my beautiful face on the ground, if Sebastian had not caught me in his arms. I coughed for a while and then kept gasping for as much air as I needed.

He picked me up in his arms and pulled me to his broad, muscular chest, allowing me to feel his heat against my numb body. I took in his Honey and Lavender scent, surprised to see that I was calming down. He rubbed my back soothingly as he walked me back to his house— along with his friend.

I began struggling in his arms but he gripped me tighter and smashed me to his chest. I used my nails and clawed at his chest, but he didn't flinch or react. I hissed loudly, not liking the situation I was in. He looked down at me and back up ahead.

My head began throbbing, as though I was having a bad hangover, and I huddled closer to Sebastian with quiet whimpers. At least it wasn't too painful.

"Don't hurt her too much." Jay spoke. So he was worried about me even after I nearly killed him?

Sebastian tightened his arms around me protectively as he heard Jay's words. It seemed as though the moon was mocking me and the wind trying to comfort me. I clenched my hands in fists and gritted my teeth. This is the first time I fail at escaping. But absolutely no way in hell am I going to give up. It's my freedom we're talking about.

"I suggest you give up. You won't be escaping me, so give up." he whispered with a soothing voice. My eyes shifted to their gorgeous silver colour and my fists began shaking with rage.

Doesn't he know? Give up does not exist in my dictionary.

✿❀ RZ ❀✿