Truth or Dare; The Dominator II (47 page)

Kyla heard conversation. After a nanosecond of disorientation she remembered the predicament she was in. And what a predicament it was! She kept her eyes closed and listened to male voices. 

She was on the bed and her face was partially shielded by pillows. He, that vampire guy, was talking and she heard the tinkling of glass. He must be picking up broken glass from the decanter she had thrown. Then there was laughter.

That vampire guy? Wait. Was that really what had happened?

“Uh oh; losing your touch just as soon as you get your crown and sceptre?” said a male voice, not the vampire’s.

“Not funny,” was the vampire’s reply.

Her blood ran icy and hot at the same time and the hair at the back of her neck stood on end at the sound of that voice.  Some survival instinct
she
had! Something like this happens and she faints instead of saving herself? Was she dreaming right now or had she really seen fangs emerge from his mouth?

She tightened every muscle in her body to try to stop herself from trembling. The room went dead quiet and it felt like there were eyes on her. She squeezed her eyes shut tighter and stayed as still as possible, biting down hard on her lower lip.  Then she realized that this was probably the problem. Her breathing pattern changing had likely tipped them off to the fact that she was awake. Could he smell her fear? She heard rustling.

“Kyla Spencer. Looks like green-eyed Kyla is, uh, 24. Ooh, nice pink Taser.” another male voice said. He must be digging through her purse. How’d he gotten it? Her purse had still been in her locked locker at work.
What on earth?

“Kyla,” the vampire said. The way he said it made her feel like he was tasting it.  She cringed. She could feel the bed shift as he sat down, “Let’s try this again. Go ahead get me all the details you can. Call ya later.”

“Got it, Boss,” a different male voice answered, then added, “Have fun.”

Fear rushed through her. A door clicked shut.

“Kyla?” the vampire said, almost sang, softly. She felt a hand in her hair and fingertips gently traced the curve of her ear, sending a shiver up her spine.

She bit down on her tongue and fought to remain still. The scent of baked goods filled her nostrils.

“I know you’re awake. Look at me,” he said softly.

She didn’t move. This was beyond scary! She dreaded the idea of seeing those fangs again. Fainting might not save her again. Would he drain her dry and toss her rumpled empty shell of a body into a dumpster?

“I’m not angry. You don’t have to be afraid,” he said this like he was talking to a small child, “You didn’t hurt me but you were about to hurt yourself so I had to show you who you were dealing with. Look at me, please.”

She remained as still as possible but couldn’t stop trembling. She could feel the bed press down further and pillows were moved out of the way. She opened her eyes to see him hovering over her, caging her in with his arms.  The room’s lights were on now.

This can’t be really happening to me.

He drank her in for a moment with those insanely bright blue eyes and she felt vulnerable, almost naked under his inspection. His eyes scanned her face and then fixed on her heaving chest. Her face flushed. She closed her eyes tight.

He took her under her arms and effortlessly hauled her into a sitting position, leaving her no choice but to face him.

“Kyla,” he said, with way too much familiarity.

“Please don’t kill me.” Her chin was trembling.

“Where did you come from?” he asked, incredulous.

“Huh?”

His eyes searched hers. He was shaking his head.

“What do you mean? Someone grabbed me. I was just minding my own business. I…” she stopped, perplexed by his question. He didn’t look scary right now. His fangs weren’t showing. He was studying her face, looking puzzled. She swallowed hard and for a moment they were both silent. He continued to do what she could only describe as searching her face for something. She was beyond uncomfortable at being scrutinized so closely, like a lab specimen.

He was beautiful. Kyla would rarely or maybe even never say that about a man. She’d probably only thought it about a handful of famous men in her life and never anyone she’d laid eyes on in person, really, but he was. Handsome, sexy, cute? Alright. But beautiful? He was.  He wasn’t pale or sickly looking like you’d expect a vampire to look. Oh no, he was 21
st
century movie star vampire beautiful.   Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt, that kind of
vampire beautiful
.

But of course he was. She was a voracious reader and had read many vampire books. She had dozens of them on her Kindle and her Goodreads shelf. She’d seen just about every popular vampire movie, too, so knew all about the beauty of a male vamp book boyfriend.

Louis and Lestat in the Interview with a Vampire movie adaptation: they were beautiful so that they could seduce women, drink their blood, and then toss them aside. This guy was beautiful like
that
.  She felt a pang of regret at words she and her friends had spoken during a girls’ movie night back before she moved to this city. They’d waxed lyrical about being willing to be an all-you-can-drink-and-fuck buffet for either Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise (Pre-Katie Holmes Tom Cruise because everyone knew that he’d lost his heartthrob status around the time of Oprah’s yellow sofa). Either one. Preferably both. At the same time. Who knew when she’d said that, that vampires were actually real?

There was a quick rap on the door, breaking what felt like a spell as they stared one another down. His teeth scraped his lower lip for a beat then he said, “Be right back.” He whispered this and it sounded threatening but seductive at the same time.

He walked out via the door she’d hurled the decanter at.  The door clicked shut and she heard the thud of a lock. She sat completely still but her mind raced at warp speed. She knew she was locked in and even if she wasn’t, she wondered if she’d have the nerve to try to run after having seen that he had fangs and the ability to become very scary-looking. And who else was out there, ready to stop her from leaving?

She gaped and shuddered and was about to get up and look for something to use as a weapon but then the door opened again and he carried a tall glass of clear liquid to her. She didn’t move, just stayed still with her hands covering her mouth, staring up at him.

“Drink,” he passed the glass to her. She accepted it, fingers trembling. Suddenly, she was parched. Her mouth was almost like it was filled with cotton balls. She sniffed the liquid. It didn’t smell like anything.  She held it for a minute, looking at him cautiously.

“Just water,” he said.

She drank it. It seemed to be just plain water. She hoped that’s all it was.

Please don’t let this be a date rape drug.
Heck, he was a vampire; wasn’t
he
a date rape drug?

“Thanks. So, this is obviously some sort of misunderstanding so if I could just go…” There was another quick rap on the door. She tensed.

The vampire had been regarding her with his head slightly tilted, like she was a rare specimen on display at a zoo. He took the glass from her and then opened the door an inch and spoke through it. Kyla didn’t see who he spoke to and couldn’t hear what they were saying. Her ears felt like they were echoing in a long noisy hallway and she was a little lightheaded. She wrapped her arms around herself and started to shiver.  She was freaking right out.

She could see by his back and shoulders that he wasn’t just tall, but strong, too. She hadn’t taken that into consideration when she’d tried to fight her way out of the room. Looking now she knew it’d likely be impossible to get away from him if she had to battle him physically. She’d have to escape when he wasn’t looking.
If
there was that opportunity. She silently prayed there would be. 

He was wearing a black long-sleeved Henley and distressed-looking button fly dark jeans with black boots. The shirt was skin tight, his muscles were defined but not bulky.  His jeans fit just right, too. He was a tall drink of water, as they say.

Yeah, a tall drink of water with fangs. Did he drug me? Why is my mind even thinking about the way he looks?

He clicked the door shut and walked, slowly, toward her, predator-like, “This is a very interesting quandary we have here, little firecracker. I don’t know why you’re so lucid. You see, because of what I am…” He paused and gave her a slow and sexy smile, “and you now know what I am,” he was at the edge of the bed when he flashed his fangs and then they quickly receded. Kyla’s eyes widened and she wanted to gulp but couldn’t. He was making a point of letting her know that what she’d seen before wasn’t her mind playing tricks on her, “This isn’t how this usually goes but it’s sort of… refreshing.” He smiled a big smile at her. It struck her as oozing with arrogance.

“I think…” he continued and stroked his chin thoughtfully, “I think that the wise thing here would be for me to stick to plan A. Then, after that, let’s see what happens, shall we?” He put a knee to the bed and climbed up the bottom and sat down beside her.

“Plan A? What’s that?” she asked, thinking he was sitting too close, way too close.

“The reason you were brought to me.”

“And that is?”

“So I can fuck you,” he said, stone serious, “and drink some of your blood.”

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