A vampire's Choice

The room seemed smaller the longer she paced up and down. Every few seconds, Lisa would brush back the hair that cascaded over her shoulders, not because it irritated her but rather out of frustration.

Micheal had practically pushed her out of the unknown man's office, dragging her down the corridor back to the room she woke up. Usually, she would fight manhandling like that, but she wasn't keen on getting lost since she was in an unknown place. The details from the carpet stood out to her as she eyed the design, urging her memory from the previous night to return in full. Flashes here and there would suddenly pop up but disappear as soon as she tried to grasp them. She knew what had happened and who had attacked her, but the images felt hazy like she was looking at them through a window covered in constant rain. The ruby color reminded Lisa of the lampshade she had seen earlier, the intricate swirling design looking like an ocean of blood. Her feet stopped suddenly as she dropped to the floor, her fingers lightly brushing against the soft material.

Images upon images assaulted her vision, so she stared deeper at the ground, forcing her mind to move slower. The lonely street washed in light from the streetlamps, the feeling of fear when she noticed someone was following her. Next came the knowledge there were things out there that weren't quite human, and one had almost killed her.

Lisa's hand flew to the pants she was wearing, an automatic response as the memory of her assault became more evident. The black velvet covered her precious skin, but her eyes grew double the size as she realized this was not what she was wearing last night. No, the monster had torn her pants to pieces, touching her exposed area. Shivers shot up Lisa's spine as she finally remembered the details.

"No...” Her voice broke as tears ran down her cheek. Her hand left the pants, slowly traveling up to comfort herself as she cried away the memories that would surely haunt her for the rest of her life.

A Delicious smell drifted to her nose as she buried her face in the crook of her elbow. On instinct, Lisa shoved her face deeper, taking a deep breath. The scent calmed her, allowing her to continue on her quest. Reluctantly her face lifted as her arms dropped, and she once again concentrated on the rug. A Pattern emerged the deeper she focused, the more pieces of information appearing.

The monster who had violated her had almost succeeded when another appeared—the blackest of black eyes surrounded by white skin. Lisa's eyes squinted, trying to remember if he had any other recognizable features of a human, but it was useless.

"Two monsters.” Her shoulders slumped forward as the world she knew disappeared. Yesterday morning the only stress she had was her little shop, and now she had almost been killed by a monster while saved by another.

TING

Looking up at the clock, Lisa noticed it was one in the morning already. Where did the time go? She thought to herself. With the clock's reminder of time and muscles screeching in pain as a reminder of her position. Slowly getting up and stretching her muscles, a sharp pain spasmed in her stomach, growling aloud. Looking around the room quickly, she noticed no food around, and Micheal didn't even mention anything about dinner.

With a loud huff and a mental slap to her hosts, Lisa left the room with the search for food her new mission. A long hallway with multiple doors stood before her. This wasn't the first time she had left the room, but she had been so angry earlier, she could not remember the route to Roger's office, let alone the kitchen.

"Left or right?" with the mention of each direction, Lisa turned to look that way, but it was a mirror image of the other. For no apparent reason, she chose right and set out. As she walked along the corridor, Lisa couldn't help but admire this place. The same ruby-red carpet covered the floor, but the walls were different. In her room, the walls were cream-colored and bare, with only a modern clock adorning it. Out here, the color matched the carpet with painting all around. The little light casts shadows over them, and with her already poor eyesight, Lisa could not appreciate the artwork.

It felt like hours, but it was only minutes. She came across a staircase leading up and down. Kitchens are on the ground floor, and Lisa bet this was no exception, so she went down. The stairs spiraled downwards into a half-moon, ending in another hallway that resembled the previous one.

Looking around, Lisa lost all hope of finding her destination when a light scrape on a wooden floor caught her attention. As she straightened her ears to make sure it wasn't just her imagination, it happened again. Determination bloomed with the decision to follow the sound. Turning left this time, she followed the flow, walking past more closed doors. Her fingers itched as curiosity piqued to what could be behind them, but first, she had to sate her hunger before focussing on an adventure. What sounded like glass on a marble counter sounded, a sign of a kitchen; Lisa picked up the pace, noticing a darkened room nestled in the back. Her feet slowed as she came close, seeing there were no doors before her.

Taking a deep breath, she peeked inside. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, an outline stood out from the rest. Her breath hitched as she watched the figure sitting on a chair by an island, their shoulders hunched over. Concern washed over her thinking about intruding, but when she heard the unmistakable sound of a cup being placed down, Lisa pushed it away.

"Ummm..." Lisa spoke softly as not to scare the unknown person.

His body froze as the girl tried to catch his attention. Roger had heard her heartbeat seconds ago but had just assumed it was his lack of food and wild imagination, but he was wrong. As he slowly placed the cup back down, ready to run, she spoke again, forcing him to stay.

"I'm sorry for intruding, but I am just looking for something to eat." Her soft voice was music to Roger's ears, a sound he'd long forgotten.

A grumbled reply came from the strangers, so Lisa took it as a reply. Slowly edging into the room, her hands shot before her, making sure not to bump into anything as she navigated in the dark room. Half her vision remained on the man, the other on the obstacles ahead. Something in front of her suddenly appeared, making her trip over it. She watched in slow motion as her body fell forward, her hands reaching out to anything to stop her from crashing into the ground. A stiff arm with the softest material stopped her as fingers wrapped around the man's arm.

Roger froze as he felt her fingers grab onto him, sending sparks to his groin. The muscles in his cheek jumped when images of Lisa's naked body swam in his vision. Or was it Rebecca's? It was hard to tell the difference.

"I am so sorry. I tend to be clumsy." Lisa didn't know why, but she felt like she had to explain to him what happened.

"It's alright."

The man's deep voice sparked a recognition, and a name came to the stranger. "Roger?" Lisa questioned.

"Yes."

At the mention of his name, Lisa felt his muscles twitched, so she quickly removed her hand, the lack of contact making her sad for some unknown reason. The touch left soft sparkles on her fingers, and she rubbed them on her leg, trying to remove them. Placing her other hand on the cold surface of the table, she allowed the table to lead her to the other side, stopping when she was standing before Roger. Squinting her eyes, Lisa tried to make out the details of his face, but the darkness prohibited her. All she saw was his outline which she loved. Broad, square shoulder stood out the most. Heat spiked in her nether regions as she imagined the body beneath the clothes, a blush creeping on her cheeks. Never has she had these thoughts, but something about him brought it to life.

"Enough." The glass slamming into the table quickly washed away all thoughts, his action making her jump back slightly. A hard surface bit into her back, her hands grabbing the side of the table. Gone was her lust, only now replaced with slight fear.

Roger silently cursed himself as the warm liquid spilled over his hand and table. He not only lost his dinner but also his appetite. Smelling her arousal had heightened his, his member going rock hard. Those cravings were long gone, but something about her brought them back.

"I...I am sorry if I offended you."

Roger watched as her eyes grew big and her heart rate picks up, suddenly feeling ashamed for his reaction. "No, I am sorry. It has been long since I have had guests. I am used to being alone."

Lisa was baffled by his response. He seemed angry before, and now he was sorry. This whole situation was wrong, a feeling in the back of her neck telling her to run. Without meaning to, her hand slowly wandered over the table behind her, searching for anything to protect herself if needed. "It is okay. I am glad I ran into you.” She kept speaking as her search continued, hoping it would distract him, "I wanted to thank you for helping me, but I just have a few questions."

Roger remained quiet as he pondered how to respond. She was entitled to answers, but giving away too much would be wrong, especially so soon. "What do you want to know?"

"How did I get here?" Lisa began.

"I found you passed out in the street. You didn't have any identification, so I brought you here for the time being,” Roger explained.

Slowly her fingers kept traveling, but still nothing. "What happened to the two monsters?" she continued.

"Two?"

Lisa nodded her head, even though it was still dark. "Two, yes. The one that attacked me. He looked like a half beast and half man. The other one was white as a ghost with dark evil eyes."

Anger burst in Roger as he heard her tale, the description of him making the beast surface. Kill her, the voice spoke. His fingers curled around his leg as his nails pierced his flesh. Using pain to subdue his rage, Roger took a few seconds before answering. “When I found you, you were alone."

"Oh, okay. But another thing. During the...ass...attack.” Saying the word made her throat feel like sandpaper. "Some of my clothes got destroys. Who put new ones on me?"

Roger's heart broke as she spoke, the rest of the anger disputing as she almost said the word. That night returned in a flash and the fear it had brought with it. He had followed the pleas for help, not expecting to see a half-wolf on top of a girl. "Get off her.” As he spoke, the man had lifted his face, revealing Rebecca. His heart had stopped as he laid eyes on her but was only able to appreciate her for a few seconds when a rigid body slammed into him, his fighting instinct picking up. The fight was quick, both getting punches in until the girl ran, distracting Roger. Claws dragged down his chest, and he had fallen. The wolf followed her, throwing her to the ground. The sweetest smell had drifted to his nose, his bloodlust picking up as he saw blood pooling by her head. With renewed strength and the promise of blood, Roger attached the wolf, winning this time. He had sunk to the ground, picking up her body, fangs ready to bite her, when eyes had fluttered open. Rebecca, his lost love, stared up at him, but it wasn't her. So, he decided to save her life, and feeding his blood to her was the only way.

"I won't be mad." Lisa's voice intruded on his memory, pulling him back to reality.

"What?"

"I said..."

"Everything alright, Master?" Micheal asked seconds before a bright light shone.

The sudden flash crashed Lisa's senses, forcing her to shield her eyes with her hand, the movement causing her other one to shift and make contact with a handle.

"NO...” The scrape of a chair and familiar voice made Lisa peek through her fingers. Her heart stopped as she gazed upon the monster with the black eyes.

"You.” Resentment dripped in her voice as Lisa's body shoved itself deeper into the table and her fingers clutching tighter on the object in her hand.

Micheal stood silent in shock as he watched his master and guest have a silent war with their eyes. He wasn't sure what he stumbled upon, but he knew it would not end well.

"Just listen." Roger kept his voice soft and low as he traveled around the island, closer to her.

The fear of seeing the demon before her made her body tense up, but as much as she tried to tell her muscles to move, it didn't. All she could do was watch as he advanced upon her. Her gaze traveled from his white eyes to notice red standing out from his all-white assemble. A glance behind him showed a clear glass stained red, surrounded by the same liquid splashed on the table. Blood. It had to be.

Her hand itched to act, but the timing was crucial. "Monster," she whispered, her gaze moving back to his face. A muscle twitched in his jaw when she spoke, forcing her to step back.

Roger hated that word, and to hear it from her lips made him even angrier. Without intending it, he felt his eyes glaze black, keeping her locked in his gaze. "I can explain."

Lisa gasped when his eyes turned black and fear gripped her. Feeling his cool breath on her face, she decided it was time to act. Before he could register what was happened, Lisa lifted the object in her hand and swung. Not knowing what it was, she prayed it would be something useful. The unmistakable sound of bones breaking confirmed it was a weapon for her, the glint of metal in the light.

Roger's body crumbled to the floor, blood seeping from the wound on his head, out cold.

"Master..." Micheal's shot forward, grabbing a towel from a nearby chair before dropping to his knees, applying pressure to the wound.

Clank

The pan slipped from Lisa's fingers and dropped to the floor, her mouth hanging open in surprise. Micheal's tearful eyes peered up at her, but he stayed silent before glancing down again.

"I...I..." Words left her as the knowledge came that she is a murderer. Without thinking, she ran out the door. Not knowing where, she just moved, the need to escape great. More stairs were before her, and she headed down. Her lungs stung, but she ignored them. Finally, a garage stood before her, cars peeking through the window. Busting through the doors, Lisa came face to face with a dozen models, all various shapes and sizes. Not caring which one, she jumped into the closest one, grateful the keys were hanging around the mirror.

Seeing no one in the rear-view mirror, Lisa let out a sigh of relief before starting the car, shooting out of the opening gates.