FALLON
Standing in front of my building, I turn around, observing the yellow car driving away as I take my key out. I can't wait to hit my bed.
Holding the key, I stretch my hand out, aiming for the keyhole. And then, everything goes south for me.
Like a blast of wind on flickering candles, the intense gusts of the ice-cold air hit and sweep my feet off the ground as something equally cold wraps itself around my body and over my mouth, blocking all sounds I tried to squeeze out of my lungs. Maybe someone's arms, hands, I think as I find myself spinning and whirling like being carried by a tornado up in the air, falling into the darkness of its vertigo. My eyes shut on their own. Am I flying? Floating?
I fear for my life, just wanting to live, praying to all and every God I can think of to stay alive. I can't breathe, but I still miraculously do.
And that feeling of scratching and fighting for my life feels so well-known to my being at this moment. Just as that touch on my body seems familiar, so familiar that it makes me dizzy and light-headed. My heart races, skipping many beats.
Slipping into the blackness, I hear the voice stopping me from fainting.
There is something about that voice, something I somehow know. But I don't know how or what it is. Or who it is, feeling too scared to dare to jump into discovering the secret of this paranormal happening.
"Fallon, open your eyes. Now!" The voice pierces sharply through my mind, making me freeze and drain the last of my power and strength, opposing to do what it asked. But it appears like order, so fucking much compelling and controlling over my will. He even knows my name.
I hate myself, standing so helpless, observing my determination bending and breaking.
"Open your eyes! Stay silent!" The voice walks through my thoughts again. I struggle against its dominance in vain, shivering under its coldness, hopelessly submitting to its commands. I am gone, so gone.
I blink once..., and I blink twice.
It is a male, judging by his voice.
"Don't be scared! I won't hurt you!" Another of his orders kicks into me. This time I don't even try to disregard it. All fear leaves my body, my heartbeat slows down, and my breathing gets perfectly even.
Avoiding to look at his face, I glance around, realizing we are high against some skyscraper, noticing glass and metal over the walls, on who knows what floor.
I look down, seeing his leather, black, shiny shoes standing on the narrow window sill. Then I drop my eyes down onto my feet, seeing an abyss opening beneath me, the mesh of city streets and lights looking so distant while blinking up at me. He holds me that high, dangling in the air.
Then he glides his hands from my waist and mouth onto my cheeks, still holding me firm. Somehow, I know he won't drop me. His fingertips burn my skin with their frosty touch.
"Look at me, Fallon!" Pulling me closer, tightening his grip over my face, he orders. And I do, wishing I didn't.
His eyes are glowing in the dark with neon light, an unnaturally color shade of mint green, and I know I'll never again search for monsters under my bed because here is the only one that matters. His eyes bore into mine, unblocking my mind to my horror, giving the face and reason to my nightmares.
So many lies, so much suffering seep into me as he reveals only a tip of an iceberg that lies hidden within my shattered mind.
Kate and Tisha were never my friends. I never enrolled in any college. Greg wasn't my cousin. Or Uma aunt of mine. The first time I saw New York was 99 days ago.
There was never Nick in my life..., as it was always him.
I know his name now, Sandor, also known as Sean.
Anything I say or do won't make the difference. He is powerful, and I am nothing.
My arms wrap around his neck and shoulders, my eyes drinking in his facial and bodily features that I so well know. And to my horror, my eyes welcome it all.
He said things would be different now, but I stopped hoping about us a long time ago.
He is beyond repair, and so am I.
His possessiveness of me was the only good thing, shielding me from other vampires.
At least, he never shared me like others share their slaves, the human bitches, as they call us.