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Chapter Three

"You've been watching me my whole life?" I asked him, feeling my body starting to shake.

He noticed that I wasn't taking the news very well, so he moved the plate to my desk and sat on the bed next to me, before pulling me into his arms. "It's okay, little one. You have no reason to fear me." he said, trying to comfort me as I struggled to free myself from his impenetrable grasp.

"I have no reason to be afraid? You're a vampire and you said I'll be yours when I'm of age. I don't want to be a vampire!" I cried out, willing myself not to cry.

"Who said I would turn you?" He asked, looking down into my eyes, but still holding me tightly.

"So you won't make me be a vampire?"

"I have no plans on making you do anything you aren't willing to do, Bast."

"I don't want to marry you." I said immediately without hesitating.

"Who said we would marry?" He responded with a chuckle as he finally released me from his arms, but still held my hand, making sure I couldn't run away.

"Fine, then I don't want to belong to you."

"When did I ever say you would belong to me, Little one? I said you are mine now." He said and make me drink more soda before continuing "You are your own person, you will not belong to me. But you are mine."

"That sounds like the same fucking thing!" I screamed, unable to restrain myself any longer as I burst into tears again.

He sighed and wiped the tears from my face, patiently waiting until I calmed down before saying anything further. "If you belonged to me as a possession, then you would be nothing more than an object to me. Which you are not. Instead, you are mine. Meaning I am the only man you will have."

"Please, Mr. Edge, I want to be alone now." I said, breathing heavily at the weight of what he said.

'I can't handle any more of this!' I screamed in my head.

He nodded as he stood and put his jacket back on before leaning down over me. His face hovered only a few inches over mine, and paused. He placed his hands on either side of my head, and lowered himself on top of me. He looked into my eyes for what seemed like an eternity before he spoke: "Eat your meals, and don't make this bedroom your prison, little one."

I looked back into his eyes, but didn't respond. I got lost in his impossibly hypnotizing eyes, and found it near impossible to break away from them.

"If you don't promise me, I will be here, every day. Making sure you take care of yourself." He warned as his eyes suddenly went from blue to a deep blood-red, and his fangs elongated as his face showed boiling anger, threatening to explode at me.

"I promise." I said quickly, filled with terror as he transformed in front of me.

"Good girl." He purred before kissing my forehead, then he stood and walked out of my room, leaving me alone as I'd asked.

For the next few years I did as he asked. I ate three meals a day, and took care of myself. But from that first night I meet Damien, I could never look at my parents the same way again. Any time I spoke to them, I called them by their first names. After a couple of weeks, none of us acted like a family at all anymore. My respect for them ended, and their fake love no longer showed.


Five Years Later.

"Come on Bast, what are you afraid of? I like you and I know you like me." Jacob said as he took off his shirt and pulled me into his arms.

"Jacob-" I started to say, but was cut off as he began kissing my neck and removing my clothes. I fought harder as he pushed me back on the bed and started to slide down my pants. "Jacob, I can't." I said trying to shove him off of me, but to no avail. "Stop it, Jacob! Please!"

"Why are you fighting me, Bast?" He asked without stopping as he pulled my pants off and started to take down my panties.

Suddenly Jacob was no longer on top of me as a black blur rushed past my eyes, tackling Jacob to the ground. There was one short scream, then I could hear a sucking sound. I sighed as I heard the last breath Jacob took as he died. And then nothing.

At first, I was too afraid to open my tightly closed eyes. I already knew what it was. Damien. Who else?

I gathered the courage to open my eyes, and I was barely shocked by what I saw.

Damien was over Jacob's now deathly pale body, his face in the crook of his neck, drinking.

Jacob's face was looking in my direction, his eyes wide open with his face frozen in an expression of pain and terror.

Once Damien had finished his meal, he stood and walked towards me. He leaned down, taking my chin in his hand, forcing me to look up into his blood-red eyes. His fangs were showing, dripping with the blood of my boyfriend who lay on the ground, lifeless.

"You are mine, Bast. You'd do well to remember that." He purred, as he licked the blood off his lips. "No other man may take your innocence, but me." he said, looking down at my nearly naked form, the lust in his eyes making me squirm.

"Yes, Damien." I whispered in response, covering myself in the sheet, and looking over at the body of Jacob with a whimper.

"You were so good for the last five years. Now three months before your birthday, you decide to act out?"

"I tried to tell him I couldn't." I responded as I stood, holding the sheet as tightly as I could, walking past the man and grabbing a change of clothes before going to the bathroom.

After taking a quick shower and dressing, I came out of the bedroom to find nothing out of place. Jacob's body was gone and my bed was neatly made. Damien sat on the edge of my bed, reading my history essay with an amused look on his face.

"This is incorrect. But I know you can only report what you incorrectly learned. So I know it's not your fault."

I rolled my eyes as I snatched the report out of his hands and threw it back on the desk. "Why did you kill him? You could have just made him leave."

"Because he had the audacity to ignore you, when you told him no. What kind of man would I be if I allowed him to live?" He responded as he straightened his already straight tie and looked at me with a smirk.

"The non-murderous kind?" I responded as I sat on the edge of the bed next to Damien to put on my shoes.

"If he was willing to rape you at the age of seventeen, what do you think the chances are that he wouldn't have done something much worse, later on in life?"

I had no response to that, because after all, he was right. "Is there something you want, Damien?"

"We need to talk about your birthday, little one. For when you will come to be with me." He said as he turned to look at me, the same emotionless look on his face I'd come to expect.

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