Vampire - A Victim's Perspective -

Her life up to this point had been a complete sham. She knew it, everyone knew it .. and she sat in her car, outside of the club, mourning the passing of her innocence.1

Earlier in the evening she'd taken such care to apply the makeup that was now streaming with her tears onto her cheeks. She'd wrapped herself like a present, with a new thong of iridescent black, and a sultry getup that brought a whole new meaning to the cliched "little black dress". But it was all for nothing .. all of her carefully laid plans had been scattered to the wind the moment she had spied the flexing back of her fiance as he plowed into some slutty blonde in a back alley. 2

She turned the key, and the car started with a soft purr .. but as she looked in her rear-view mirror to pull out of her spot, she felt a strange sensation overtake her body, and found herself locked in place, one hand gripping the wheel, the other poised to put the car into reverse. Confusion was the foremost in her mind, but it quickly degenerated into fear as the man's form emerged into the red glow of her tail lights. Tall, and powerful, his lips formed into a sardonic smirk as he strolled up to open the passenger side door, and sat himself casually down.3

"Hello, dear." Her head had turned as he walked, keeping her eyes locked with his, and, so close, she could read his disdain easily. He pulled the door shut behind him, and leaned one arm agaisnt the armrest, his body slanting towards hers. "Lovely night, isn't it? How about a little cruise?"4

Her lips felt cemented closed, and her tongue like lead in her mouth, but her nostrils flared with her panting breath as she felt her hands decisively pulling the car out of the parking lot, and onto the highway. Her eyes shifted, fixated now on the road before her, though they strained to look at the man beside her .. her ears remained unhindered, but she could hear nothing but her own heavy breath and racing pulse. Nothing at all, she realised .. her hands gripped the wheel tight, a convulsive reflex that he didn't bother to contain .. not even a whisper of breath from her captor!5

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As she watched the bustling city streets fade into a long, lonely stretch of desert, the man next to her started to talk. At first it was friendly small-talk, as if their situation were completely normal .. he asked her about her family, about her job .. without letting her respond. In fact, the tone of his voice made it clear that he was having quite a bit of fun at her expense. Soon, though, as if responding to the increasing desolation of their surroundings, his commentary tapered off into a brooding silence, and he looked off into the shadows as they rushed by the racing car.7

Her foot gently pressed down on the breaks, and her hands pulled the wheel to the left, forcing the car off the road, to tumble over the unpaved expanse of cracked dirt and dense desert brush. Despite her reduced speed, the car jostled her unresponsive body with every rock, and her hands gripped painfully around the wheel, the only concession she found herself able to make. 8

After a long while, her foot fully depressed the break, and the car screeched to a dusty stop far enough from the touch of human hands that it could've been an entirely different planet. She felt herself going through the motions of pulling the car into park, and turning the key, before her hands finally dropped like lifeless things to rest in her lap. She wanted to scream! She was not a puppet to be toyed with like this .. her heart was pulsing at her throat like an animal trying to escape, and her nostrils flaring to capture the breath necessary to keep her from losing conciousness .. but still, all she could do was stare straight ahead as the man next to her burned trails of fire into her skin with his eyes.9

He gave a quiet chuckle as he turned from her, pushing open his door to step into the chill night air. He walked casually around the front of the car, tilting his head to meet her eyes through the window for just a moment, the bright headlights catching the gleam of his eyes and reflecting from them as if they were a cat's, before he continued around to her side, and opened her door with a flourish.10

"Accueillir au parti, madamoiselle .."11