Introduction
The Darkness swirled around her, sending chills through her spine. She never understood her irrational fear of the night. With haste she rushed into her dorm room and slammed the door tight behind her. Relief washed over her until she heard the voice from behind her.
"My dear, why do you run from us?" A strong male voice came from her kitchen. She gripped her pepper spray tighter. Clicking it into an open position. She headed towards the noise.
Coming around the corner a tall man stood in her kitchen, her roommate passed out and in his arms. Blood dripped down her neck. Crimson red fluid hung to his excessively long canines when he smiled at her.
To her surprise she didn't scream. "Did you…" His laughter filled the air, "Of course not, I am not an evil bad man. I just, have unusual needs. Would you like to taste?"
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She was appalled, " NO way, She is my friend Why would I drink her blood? I am not a vampire." A smirk spreads across his face as he picks up her roommate and walks her into the living room.
"Is that so? I wonder how they have suppressed your need. That mace in your hand is useless, you know. Besides, she will wake in a few hours feeling very refreshed. She will have no memory of me ever being here. You, however, will not be so lucky."
Before she could respond he swiftly had her pinned to the wall. "Your father has sent me to bring you home. His hot breath sent shivers down her neck. The last thing she felt was the ripple of pleasure that invaded her senses as his sharp teeth sunk deep into her neck.
She passed out and slumped into his arms. Her front door opened and 10 men stormed the room. He picked her up in his arms. He turned to his men, "Retrieve all of her possessions and do a memory erase on her roommate. Erick, tell her father I am bringing her home."
Erick nods and takes out a device and puts it to his ear. "We have her sire." The line goes dead. Drake looked down to the sleeping beauty in his arms and he smiled. "Finally, he let me come for you." He carried her out to her car. One of the men opened the car door. Drake smiled when the servant pulled a book from her back seat. It was titled, The Art of Magic. The book was opened just as all the men returned.
A swirling wind sucked everything into the book. The tomb levitated for a moment before it disappeared.