Saturday, October 21, 2006

   chapter 3 revised
I revised chapter 3.....I think it's better now....


Elliot licked my neck again, and I couldn't help the shiver that ran down my spine. I was squirming relentlessly, but my wrists were held firmly in his left hand, while his right held my head in place as he forced his lips over mine. Sicko, it was disgusting, he tasted like raw meat and spinach.

"Hey, I though it was my blood you were after?!" I yelled when he finally released my lips.

"Who says I can't have my cake," He bent closer to my ear, "and eat it too." He said with a snicker.

"You son of a," I started, but he had once again silenced me with his mouth.

I felt his free hand let go of my face and slide down my neck and shoulder. I thrashed violently, but to no avail. I could feel the heat coming off of his skin through the thin fabric of my shirt. His hand slipped under and I could hear the sound as it tore off of my body. He twisted the strips of red fabric in his fingers before tossing it to the side and pressing down roughly on my abdomen to stop my squirming.

"You'll ware yourself out before we even start sweetie." He said as he traced patterns on my exposed stomach. I didn't dare move for fear of being cut by his sharp nails. Unable to move or speak, I did the only thing I could, I cried. The tears rolled down my cheeks slowly, as Elliot continued his games. I prayed that Jesse would wake up, but there was no way that was going to happen.

I was just giving up as Elliot's finger slipped under the waist of my jeans, when there was a rustle of fabric to my right. I looked to see Jesse rubbing the back of his head and blinking himself awake.

Elliot was furious to say the least. He pushed me roughly against the wall, and brought his fangs to my neck. I didn't see, but I felt Jesse push Elliot away from me. I fell in a crumpled heap on the floor, shaking from terror and exhaustion. I heard them on the other side of the room, and I couldn't tell who had the upper hand. My eyelids were heavy but I couldn't sleep. I tried to push myself up, but I simply collapsed again. I moaned, and rolled onto my back. I stared at the shadows dancing across the ceiling, I wanted to help Jesse, but I couldn't get up. Not that I would be of much help anyway.

I listened to the sounds coming across the room,

"FUCK YOU, ELLIOT!!!"

"GO AHEAD, JACK ASS!"

"HOW AM I RELATED TO YOU, BASTARD!?"

"SHUT UP!"

At that point I heard a loud thud and footsteps coming closer to me. I prayed Jesse was ok...
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