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Chapter One – If They Get Me

My feet scuffed on the ground as I walked through the cold night air. I shivered, burrowing deeper into my hoodie, wishing I’d had the foresight to bring a proper jacket. A strong wind rushed down the street I was on, heading back to my apartment. I could practically feel the tears freezing on my face.

“Why so sad, my love?”

The soft voice came out of the darkness, and I spun around, staring into the supposedly empty alley.

“W-whose there?” I asked, my voice shaking.

“Don’t be frightened.”

A figure came out of the darkness. The man’s beauty stole my breath.

“Who are you?” I demanded, backing up. All of my instincts were screaming that this man was dangerous.

“My name is Peter.” He said, moving slowly closer. “You have no need to be frightened, pet. I won’t hurt you.” He said as I backed up farther, until I was standing on the edge of the curb. I couldn’t go any farther without backing into oncoming traffic.

He slid his jacket off his shoulders, and carefully wrapped it around my shoulders. I quivered under his light, icy touch.

“What is your name?” Peter asking, stroking a long finger down my cheek.

“R-Ryan.” I whispered.

“Ryan. Would you walk with me?” Peter asked, gesturing back the way I’d come. I nodded numbly, unable to come up with words, or refuse. He offered me his hand, and I stared at it for a long moment, then hesitantly placed my hand in his.

He smiled, a dazzling smile that nearly knocked me off my feet, and led the way down the street.

“Do you have a family?” Peter asked as we walked.

“I wish I didn’t.” I said, watching the ground.

“A girlfriend?”

“No.”

“Roommate?”

“I live alone.”

“Perfect.”

“What?”

“Nothing, love. This way.”

Peter led the way around a corner, then yanked me swiftly into an alley.

“Hey!” I cried, tugging hopelessly against his iron grip. “What are you doing?!”

“Shh, my dear.” Pete pulled my body against his, clapping his hand over my mouth. “I’m taking you to a better place.” He whispered.

“No!” I screamed around his hand, still struggling against him.

“This will be easier if you cooperate, Ryan.” Peter said dangerously.

I sobbed, fresh tears spilling out of my eyes.

“Please,” I begged. “Please, let me go.”

Pete smiled softly. He leaned in towards me. I felt his soft, icy lips on my neck, kissing me gently. A soft moan escaped my lips, and I felt him smile. Then a blindingly sharp pain started in my neck, and spread throughout my body. I felt myself falling, limp, into his arms.

*

“Pete, what have you done?”

“Nothing drastic, Brendon.”

“Who is this?”

“His name is Ryan.”

“Why did you bring him here, Pete?”

Silence.

“You’re angry.” Peter’s voice stated.

“No shit.” Brendon snapped, and I heard someone pacing.

“Don’t fret, my love.” I heard someone standing up. “Little Ryan could be of some use to us.”

I forced myself to open my eyes, and saw the two men standing at the foot of a bed. Peter was cradling the other man’s face, and they shared a soft kiss, before the other man noticed I was watching.

His eyes seemed to look through my skin as he stared. Peter turned, and smiled at me.

“You’re awake.” He said, withdrawing from Brendon, who dropped his arms and stayed where he was as Peter walked around the bed to sit next to me.

“Where am I?” I asked, sitting up.

“In my home.”

“I want to leave.” I whimpered, my vision blurring as my eyes filled with tears.

“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that, pet.” Peter said softly, reaching out towards me.

“No!” I screamed, tearing away from him, jumping out of the bed. My head spun, and I swayed.

Brendon was suddenly right beside me, steadying me. I fell into him, leaning my whole weight on his body.

“You hear that, Pete?” Brendon said. “He wants to leave.”

“He doesn’t really want to leave.” Peter said, standing up. “He just hasn’t got used to the idea of this.”

“Please… let me go.” I whispered through my tears, clinging to Brendon, who wrapped his arms securely around me.

“Yeah, Pete.” Brendon said. “Let him go.”

Pete walked across the room to us. He pushed me out of Brendon’s arms, back onto the bed. He slapped Brendon hard across the face, then hissed something at him in Italian.

“Tu sei quello con la morale qui, Brendon.” Pete hissed dangerously. “Mi occupo qui. Guardare il vostro passo.”

“E ‘umano.” Brendon responded. “Questo e sbagliato in ogni modo. Non si puo mai lasciarlo andare. Sarete costretti a ucciderlo o trasformarlo.”

Pete smiled. “Exactly.” He said, and Brendon glowered at him.

“Fine.” Brendon said, and his cruel gaze moved onto me. “Do whatever you want with him, but non vengono da me per la simpatia quando accidentalmente ucciso.” He reverted back to Italian at the end of his sentence. After one last glare at me, he gracefully stormed from the room.

“Pay no attention to Brendon, mi caro.” Pete said, sitting on the bed next to me.

“Are you going to kill me?” I whispered.

“No.” Pete said, stroking my cheekbone. “Of course not, my love.”

“What are you going to do with me?”

“You’ll just be staying here.” Pete said. “Brendon will come around. You needn’t be any more frightened of him than you are of me.

Given how terrified I was of Pete, that wasn’t much of a comfort.

A/N: My new story!! Please tell me what you think! I might actually get the next chapter written and posted tonight, if there's enough interest.

xxAnna