He stopped the car in an area I definitely did not know. No lampposts, no people, just woods and this giant house. When I thought of an apartment, I thought a lot of light, a lot of people, and help. I knew if I screamed, there would be no one to answer me. This man could kill me and no one would know. He'll cover it up, say I died in the nightclub. "Take me back, and I won't tell anyone." It was a long shot and I knew it.

He turned the engine off and looked in the review mirror again. He continued to look as he exited the car. As fast as I could I leaned into the driver's seat and locked all the doors. He played with the back door, he leaned down, his face looking into the driver's window lifting his hand up he said 'what the hell'. "Unlock it," he said.

Shaking my head no, I quickly tried to hotwire the car. I could hear him put in his key and try to open the door but I kept locking it. I remembered very little about hotwiring, it had been so long since I jacked a car. "Dawn, open the god damn door," he yelled banging on the window.

"Fuck off, shit head," I yelled back in frustration. Was it this wire and this wire, I questioned contacting them together. The car started going crazy, the whipers were on and his headlights were flashing as the car beeped. Oops, I smiled.

"What the hell Dawn, get out," he yelled. How about this and this, no, no, no, what about this one. It started to spark, jerking my head back I banged it. It hurt, but the car started. Getting up, I heard the sweet sound of the purring car. Smiling, I knew I was free. But that all faded away as this man punched the driver's window, breaking it. He unlocked the car and took hold of my wrist with his now bleeding hand.

He was so much stronger than me, and with just one hand he pulled my body out of the car. With ease I should mention. "Let go," I screamed. I was so gullible to follow this man, this man that knows me. He took his other hand and gripped my other arm, keeping it to my side. A sharp pain went through my body as he squeezed me.

"Enough," he yelled, shaking me. I spat on him, on his pale right cheek rested my saliva. With a sharp smile, I waited for him to take his one hand off me to whip it away. "I think you deserve a punishment," he smiled back, shocking me. I had no words for him. I was stunned and everything going through my head was screaming. Screaming, yes please. I felt a pain below my stomach, a pleasure kind of pain mixed with butterflies. This man was sexy, he was big, strong, and... my kidnapper.

"Who are you, and what are you to me?" the words were soft and raspy as if I was trying to find air.

"You forgot?" he sounded as if he was in pain. "I guess starting over wouldn't be so bad. I'm Connor Wolff and to answer your other question, well I don't know that answer," I opened my mouth to say something but he quickly locked his lips to mine. His soft, sweet lips, pressed on to mine, his tongue slide in, massaging mine. Making me weak, I felt threatened. I responded, wrestling with his not wanting him to win this battle, he started.

Sliding his hands to my back, one to my lower back and the other moving up to my neck. He found my hair, pulled on it, deepening the kiss. He was so much taller and I felt like a child, I wanted to run my hand threw his hair and pull him closer.

As if he heard my desire, his one hand took hold of me. Lifting me up to sit on the car. We were now the same height, still kissing and my hands now all over him. "Dawn," he whispered in my mouth, making me growling for more. I need more, more. My legs wrapped around his chest, feeling his hot skin that was hidden under his tight t-shirt. I was inching to take of my clothes and his off. Just to feel skin on skin, to feel hot and cold, just to make steam. Very hot, sexy, steam.

The pain of need was intoxicating, I felt swollen inside, throbbing for whatever he wished to give me. Breaking the kiss, I leaned into him resting my cheek on his shoulder, breathing on his neck. I saw sweat dripping down and I just couldn't help myself. I licked the tiny drops, once, twice, and as I did this, I heard him gasp. I licked the skin some more, making me bite harder. He gripped the back of my shirt, in pain, he didn't pull me away. "Dawn," he whispered.

I felt cloudy, as a new desire ran through me. Blood. I heard my name being called but I didn't bother, I just keep biting deeper until I could taste iron. He tugged on my shirt and I just pulled myself closer. Downing it in, I let go and licked the wound I gave him. I was satisfied, but not all the way, I need more.

"Dawn," he called.

In shock, I felt pain, real pain, burning on the surface of my stomach. The fresh scar on my stomach burned and ached making me throw my self back. The cold car supported me as I lifted my shirt. I rested my cold finger on the burning scar that felt like I was lit on fire. Screaming, it grew. Other parts of my body burned, my right arm, left leg, my back all the places that my mother had cut me in my dreams.

"Who did this to you," he touched my stomach, making more pain run through me.

"Mother," I cried, tears know streaming down my cheek. "Make it stop, make it stop," I screamed. "More, I need more," my body shoock wildly, banging on the car. As if he knew what I needed, a liquid hit my lips, taking a hold of whatever it was, I sucked on it, tasting thick iron. My body still burned and it grew more until it started to ease a bit. Sucking it hard, my back arched as pleasure built into me.

***

Blacking out was not on my plan, nor was the make out. I woke up in a bright room, covering my eyes with my arm I sighed. Rubbing my stomach with my other hand I tried to find the scar. Surprised, I got up to find myself wearing a white button up shirt, open, and showing my body. My scar gone. Looking at the other places were the scars had been they were gone.

What happened? throwing my legs off the bed, I held my head. Fighting the throbbing pain in my head. It felt like a hangover but ten times worse. Pulling the blanket off, I felt hot. I got up, standing on weak legs that gave out on me.

My god, what happened? Struggling to get up, I used the bedside table for support and fell, dropping a lamp that sat there. It crashed, breaking it into little shards. I sat there and swallowed my saliva. I'm in so much trouble, I thought. Gasping I heard foot steps, coming from somewhere. Next to the bed was a window, trying not to step on the shards I quickly opened the window and then the screen. The door nob made a screeching sound as I rushed under the bed.

In my view, black high shoes came through the door. A woman, was she a maid or a slave? The word slave, tasted sour in my mouth. "Miss..." she gasped and dropped a tray fill with what used to be food. "Oh, no," she had a strong Latino accent. She rushed out of the room screaming in Spanish. I thought it was best to get out but stayed. If I came out I would end up running into someone, maybe I should take that risk.

I slid to the other side to get out but rolled back in when I heard voices. I panicked, holding my breath I could hear my heart beat so loud, someone would hear. I just knew it. "What do you mean she's gone," a man yelled. It was familiar... the man in the car.

"I'm sorry Mr. Wolff. I left to get her food, she looked like she was coming out and when I came back, gone," she sounded as if she was crying. "Please Connor, I mean Mr. Wolff, don't..." she got on her knees. "I need this job," she pleaded.

"You can keep your job," he said softly. From the door way he came to the window and stood there for a moment. "Why don't you go rest, I'll find her."

"But..."

"Go," he commanded as he sat on the bed. Without saying another word, she got up and let him with me. Shaking in fear, I hoped he would just leave so I could escape. I heard him sigh and fall onto the bed. "Dawn," there was longing in his voice and then sadness. "I didn't think you would actually leave, I was upset. It wasn't your fault," he shuffled in the bed. Was he apologizing to me? "I... it was my fault you lost your memory. I'm just thankful you're not dead, I don't think I would be able to handle seeing that again." again?

I rolled on my back quietly, looking up, I placed a hand on the bed. He was hurt, and I could hear the pain. What happened to you, me? What are you to me? Why do I have feelings for you? It took all I had to not come out, I waited to hold him. Without my memories, my body and feelings of him, I just can't remember. "Come back to me," tears escaped me as I gasped. I blew my cover, I knew I did. But he just laid there. No shuffling, no word, nothing.

I came out of hiding, and got up off my knees. He was still on the bed, eyes closed. Was be asleep? Gazing at the window the sun had risen, he must have been up all night, and he didn't even change out of his jeans and t-shirt. Leaning over the bed I took the blanket out from under his legs and put it over his body. I watched his sleeping face. He was cute. My gaze, glided down to his chest. It wasn't moving.

Putting my finger under his nose, he wasn't breathing. Is he dead? No, a voice said in my head. For some reason I had a feeling to look at his mouth. I lift his upper lip, and quickly dropped it. I took a step back, and lost my balance. What did I just saw? Fangs, no. Pain ripped through me, my headache came back hard. Even the pain of the shards in hand hurt like a mother...

I felt something weighing on me. Failing to keep myself up I fell over. "Stop," breathing heavily, I struggled to roll over. Why now of all times, 'If you leave this place, I will rape you where you stand,' Connor's voice ran through my head. 'You belong to no one but me. Forget your beloved, your mine now.' What is this?

'I thought you left,' I heard myself.

'I was coming back,' he said back.

'Look at me... beautiful,'

'Please,' my voice cried.

'I'll break you, you humans should know your limits,' the sounds of moans filled my ears, fading.

'I don't want to see you, when I get back, I want you gone... goodbye human," the sound of glass braking followed by soft painful cries. My cries, was I in love? 'Dawn,' he whispered in my ears. Feeling hot tears run down my cheeks, the pain in my heart told me that I had once fell in love with my kidnaper. My kidnapper with fangs. But that's not me now.

'Little one, come out, my little princess,' a voice that was not Connor's spoke.

'No, leave me alone,' a thin bight light came to view as a door followed. On the other end I saw a shadow walking back and forth.

'If you don't come out, I'll kill your mother and then your sister,' it laughed. A small child walked through me, heading to the door.

"Don't do it," I screamed.

The child turned with a smile, 'we have to protect the people we love, right? Don't be scared. Besides, you have to help him before it's too late.'

"What is this?" I asked.

'A memory, Dawn. Now it's time to wake up, you have a job to do,' she opened the door releasing cold air, picking me up, and carrying me away into the darkness.