It had been a month since I met the crazy CEO, Adrian Wolfe, yet he never ceased to plague my mind. He was constantly in there, my thoughts starting and ending with him, and all my nocturnal wet dreams starring him, with him touching me intimately, pressing his hard body into mine. I kept on wondering, what he meant at that time, and the weird terminologies he used to describe. Mate. I had been familiar with that word only when it came to animals, not humans. MoonLine.
Now what the fuck was that?
A lot had changed since the past whole month, and I couldn't get asked more about where I got my boob job from. They had become big and were still perky, and the girls had started grabbing a lot of attention. I had to replace my entire wardrobe with loose clothes, because let's just say, even my loosened trousers couldn't fit my ass in anymore.
I was becoming fuller and more beautiful. I had never had that much confidence in myself, regarding my own body. I had started wearing sexy lingerie, something I had never even tried before. My waist was becoming thinner, but that was definitely due to how I was overworking and overtraining myself.
If men hadn't noticed me before, they definitely started noticing me now. I got random pieces of paper, with phone numbers written on them and CALL ME written boldly. Though, no one dared to show their faces when I openly asked who was the sender of the chit.
My life had always been sorely lacking - first it was my parents - I never knew them. I didn't even have their pictures, had never heard their names. There was only one woman who had been a constant till now, and that was my Grandma, who died just recently. Then, later on I had ease in making friends, being the school's sweetheart and all, but I didn't have close friends whose thinking was as advanced as mine.
We moved places once or twice, and we left people behind. There were times, when I grew up, that I realised that I was not...satisfied. There was something lacking in everything that I did and somehow that feeling didn't ever go away.
I had everything even then, mind you. I had been every parent's dream daughter and I had made my Grandma proud many times. But for me, either those things were never enough, or there was something else that I really wanted.
Something I didn't know about.
I had confided in Grandma about these feelings, and she never said anything else but, "One day, everything will be alright. Till then, you will have to do your best."
As I pondered over my life now, since the past week, I felt as if there was something I didn't know about - something that I needed to know about.
And a part of me was afraid to step out of my comfortable life.
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If anyone would have thought that my friendship with Logan would have flourished, then they couldn't be more wrong. He couldn't get more annoying, following me everywhere and hounding me for just one date. I had finally decided to give him just one date and then he would go about his own way and I would stay away from him.
So here I was, getting ready for the so-called date, trying my best to ignore the sinking feeling in my gut. I always felt that way around him, put off and uneasy, yet this feeling just didn't go away.
*This date is a bad idea.*
I didn't put in much effort to get ready, just jeans, a baggy T-shirt and sneakers. I tied my thick hair into a ponytail, and took my phone to check for texts. I had one from him, which said that he was just five minutes away.
Exactly five minutes later, a horn brought me out of my thoughts and I took my purse, ready to head out. I had two cans of pepper spray stowed inside the purse in case things went out of hand. Were they enough?
I headed outside and walked lazily, giving him a small fake smile as I got inside the car.
"Hey, Moon." He smiled, yet it never reached his eyes.
"Hi, Logan." I greeted him back.
That was all we said as he drove off to some unknown destination. He wanted the place to be a surprise and I couldn't feel more uneasy. I felt the worst when I glanced at him and saw a smirk on his face, not the perverted or mischievous one, but the kind of smirk that is bound to chill you to the bone. Nothing seemed right. I studied his features that looked hard, and sharp, and something else I couldn't point out. His eyes seemed glazed, yet he was still concentrating on the road, his speed going about...what? I looked out of the window and everything seemed blurry. Nothing was visible properly, he was driving that fast. My eyes widened and I shivered, letting out a shrill scream.
"What are you doing Logan!? Slow down!" I shrieked, curling up in my seat.
"We would take ages to reach the place I have in mind for the date without this speed, love. We'll be fine, don't worry." He said slowly, but I could hear it, the demonic edge to his voice.
I was so fucking scared.
Don't worry? Was he freaking kidding me?
"Stop the car. Let me get down, Logan. I don't feel good anymore." I said, wanting to get out of the car somehow. I didn't care if I was miles away from home. I knew I would somehow find my way back, but I couldn't sit in this car anymore.
"No." What?
"Why?"
"Because I said so."
With that, he stopped the car, but I wasn't keen to climb out of it, anymore. Because all I could see around me were trees, tall, thick trees and forests, just forests. This did not seem like an ideal place for a date and I could understand how the girls in novels felt when they asked their dates if they were going to murder them and bury them somewhere in a secret place.
I had no one. No one would come to find me even if I died.
In a blur, Logan got out of his seat and opened my passenger door, and I literally meant it when I said in a blur. I couldn't even see when he moved around and my eyes widened as fear gripped me. How could he do that? Were my eyes playing tricks on me? Was it my fear that was getting to my head?
I refused to get out of the car, as he held his door open, and I looked at him, my breath getting lodged in my throat when I saw his glinting form in the moonlight.
His canines: they were long, and completely unnatural for a human. I was scared to the deepest pits of my guts and I shivered, not having a slightest idea what to do. He looked like a vampire, but I knew he was no Edward Cullen. He wasn't here to make Bella turn into mush with his protectiveness and self control. No, he wanted something from me.
Maybe my blood.
"Come, Moon." He said, his voice still having the demonic edge.
I closed my eyes tightly, hoping, just like a child, that this was just a nightmare or maybe I was just going crazy thinking about Adrian. Never in my wildest nightmares did I think something like this would happen to me someday, and never did I think that giving in to Lazarus's demands would make me end up here, like this.
So fucking, helpless.
He grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me out of the car, making my skin burn where he touched me. It was painful and I looked at my arm when he released me, to find his handprints. It did look like my skin was burnt there, and I frowned. He had touched me many times, but never did it burn.
I was still shivering as I looked back into his black, completely black, eyes, because it was way too cold here and I was way too afraid to think straight.
The thing that immediately made me stiffen was how I felt when my feet touched the ground. It felt like something was sucked in or out of me, probably my soul, because this bloodsucker was already smiling at me, albeit, too evilly for my liking.
"What are you?" I whispered, keeping my eyes on him, yet, trying to wrap my mind around the energy that seemed to swirl inside me, taut, waiting to be released. It was like some electricity was running through my veins, filling me in with the much needed adrenaline.
"You must have already guessed it, sweetheart." I cringed at his voice. "Bloodsucker. Dracula. Vampire. Name, Lazarus Vamp." He sneered and bared his fangs to me.
I backed away a few steps, still feeling the weird overwhelming sensations of some strange energy bubbling inside my body. It was heady and unfamiliar, and I looked up at him dizzily. He didn't seem to notice the changes I was feeling inside me, which meant that I was looking completely normal from outside.
"Where are we?" I whispered, once again, but this time, I was getting the swirling inside me in control. It was like a sudden burst of fearlessness and courage in me once I got the control and I could feel the confidence radiating in my aura. I felt stronger, the way that I could easily stand up and defeat the bloodsucker.
"Beyond the MoonLine." Was what he said, and that's when I remembered how Adrian warned me to never come beyond the MoonLine.
Oh boy, he really wasn't crazy, was he?
*Run.*