Sabrina's Vampire

Sabrina's
Vampire

A
K Michaels

©
2013 by A K Michaels All Rights Reserved

Chapter
1

Sabrina
knew the second she was in trouble – the very point where she
had made her mistake!

Taking
a wrong turn from that last place – now she was in a dark
alleyway far from the bright lights of Vegas. The alley dirty,
smelly, dark, and she was not alone!

The
two guys she had told to 'get lost' in the last bar she had found
herself in – well they were now heading in her direction! She
was sure they didn't want to help her find her way back to her hotel!

N
o
– they had told her in lurid details what they wanted to do to
her and asked her to go with them. Although very drunk Sabrina had
pulled back in disgust and shouted 'Get Lost' in her Scottish twang.

The
same Scottish accent that had gotten her so bloody drunk! It was St
Paddy's day and with her accent folk had assumed she was Irish and
she got many free drinks! Far too many! Which left her in this
position!

Stuck
in an alley, blind drunk, with two not so nice guys coming her way!
Shit!!!!

Sabrina
stood up taller – cursing the high heels she was in - “Stay
the fuck away – ye hear me – yer a pair of fucking
assholes!” Even as the words left her mouth she knew she was
probably just making them angry but her alcohol addled brain wasn't
working properly – not at all!

“
Oh
– now now Irish girl – we're not going anywhere –
well not yet – we're going to have some fun first!” The
taller of the two guys spoke – even in her drunken state she
could clearly hear the lust in his voice. Oh Fuck!

Sabrina's
eyes darted all around – trying to find an escape route –
nope – nothing! If she was sober – and not in a dress and
heels she could've dealt with these two – easily. But drunk,
high heels, rather tight dress – well that equalled her being
in a whole hell of a lot of trouble!

Her
heart rate picked up – she couldn't help it – fear was
now coursing through her system and her fight or flight was in full
mode. Adrenaline was being pushed into her at an alarming rate and
she
fought
to think – shit she was so drunk she was fighting to stay
upright!

The
two males got closer – and closer – and soon Sabrina
could smell their body odour! It was anything but pleasant! The looks
on their faces was worse - “I'm not getting out of this.”
she thought even tho she still looked for a way out.

She
did something she never thought she would do – she screamed at
the top of her lungs - “HELP!” and the guys laughed.
Actually laughed at her attempt to get any kind of assistance.

“
This
is Vegas honey – nobody will come – shit, they won't even
phone the cops!” The smaller, fatter, male said then started to
laugh once again.

Sabrina's
body was now shaking – this was her worst nightmare – her
absolute worst!

The
two were so close now she could smell their breath – alcohol –
and she realised her own would be the same!

“
No
– I told ye – get the fuck away fae me!” Sabrina's
accent getting more pronounced as her fear got worse.

She
closed her eyes – knowing what was going to happen and not
wanting to see the looks in their faces. She took a deep breath and
started chanting in her head - “survive, survive, survive.”

A
clammy hand grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him and she
screamed again – one last time – before she was raped.
That was what was going to happen, and it was her own damn fault!
Getting so drunk, getting lost, pissing these two off in the pub –
shit she should've known better!

*****

Kyle
was walking slowly – he had been out for a while – found
what he wanted, taken it, and was now just cruising.

Then
he heard noises – from an alley up ahead on his left. He pushed
his senses out – a female – two guys – from what he
heard the guys were planning on having some fun with the female –
without her permission!

Kyle
stopped – listened – then made to walk on. He was not in
the habit of doing good deeds. Shit he was usually the one doing
anything BUT good deeds! Then the female's voice reached him –
was that a Scottish accent? Yes – it was.

Bugger
– now that just plain annoyed him! A Scottish lass in
trouble
here in sin city – what was a vamp to do? An ancient Scottish
vamp – even tho he had not been back in Scotland or in fact any
part of the UK for centuries – he still considered himself a
Scot!

Kyle
shook his head and moved forward, toward the mouth of the alley. As
he entered he saw the female – a young woman – and she
was terrified. Kyle could sense it – smell her fear –
hear her heart beating way too fast.

Normally
Kyle wouldn't have got involved in this sort of drama – always
keeping a low profile no matter where he went. He took a large sigh
and shouted - “Hey you guys, want tae leave that lassie alone?”

Kyle
emphasised his accent – tho it was normally far less
pronounced. The guys both turned – one now had a grip on the
girl – pulling her towards him and she screamed – fear
prevalent in that noise torn from her throat!

Now
Kyle started moving – towards the two pricks! “I said –
leave her alone!” Kyle's voice was now like ice – his
tone warning of the anger that was just under the surface.

The
one that had a hold on the female shouted back - “Get lost –
we're just havin some fun with this Irish girl.”

Kyle's
ears heard the girl hiss - “I'm no fucking Irish you twat –
I'm Scottish!” and Kyle laughed, aye the lassie was definitely
Scottish!

The
smaller of the men moved towards Kyle whose stride didn't even falter
as he picked him up by his shirt and threw him away to the side. The
force of which was immense – the guy hit the wall, hard, and
slid down and lay still.

The
one that was at the girl was now looking uneasy - “If you let
her go I won't hurt ye.” Kyle told him but instead the guy
pulled her in tight – using her as a shield.

Kyle
got his first look at the female – and what he saw he liked!
She was quite tall – about five foot six – with very long
auburn hair which fell in shaggy ringlets all around her face. A face
which was scared at this moment. Her fear didn't hide the lovely
green eyes and small nose – lush, full lips – a slight
scar on her chin. No, her fear didn't detract from her beauty at all!

Then
her scent hit his vampire senses and he stopped – just for a
second – then he continued on. Her scent was like none other
he
had every smelt – the alcohol was obvious but underneath that
was 'her' scent. A scent that pulled him forward towards her. The guy
now inconsequential and just something to get rid of.

As
Kyle reached where they stood his eyes met hers – she was
pleading with him in those eyes. Imploring him to save her. So that's
what he did.

He
used his vampire abilities – moved so quickly that neither the
man holding her or the girl saw what happened. Only that the man now
lay on the ground – a gaping hole in his throat!

Kyle
caught her before she fell – and then she passed out! Kyle
picked her up and carried her out the alley, and the feel of her body
in his arms made him hard!

Kyle
didn't think – only moved – soon he was laying her in the
front seat of his car. He got in and drove off – to the house
he had rented for the past few months on the outskirts of sin city.

As
he drove his thoughts were going haywire! He had never had this kind
of reaction to anyone. Not ever – and he needed to know more.
Needed to know why he felt like this. Needed to know her –
fully!

The
house was set back from the street – at the end of a small cul
de sac. Privacy was very important to him – to any vampire –
and this house had it. The garage was attached to the house and he
drove in and lowered the door.

Kyle
sat for a few minutes – this was a bad idea! A very bad idea!
He never brought anyone back to his residence. No – this was
definitely a very very bad idea!

However,
he got out, picked her up from the seat and carried her in. He didn't
stop in the kitchen, or the hall, or even lay her down on a sofa. No,
he carried her all the way up the stairs and into his bedroom. Walked
to his very large bed and finally lay her flat – using his hand
to move her hair which had fallen over her face.

He
sat down next to her and just stared – taking in every single
part of her. Her hair, her face, her throat – with that pulse
at the side, her dress tight over her breasts – breasts that he
knew would feel just perfect in his hands and downwards. Her dress
had bunched up a little and his eyes were drawn to her thighs –
thighs he wanted clamped round his ass as he entered her!

Shit!
What the hell was wrong with him?!

He
liked sex – shit he liked a particular kind of sex – and
he partook often, but he had never wanted anyone the way he wanted
this female. He didn't even know her name for christ sake!

Kyle
stood up – poured himself a whisky from his bottle on the
dressing table and took a sip. A long, slow, sip, trying to work
through his thoughts, his feelings. His eyes were drawn back to her
and he sent his senses out again.

Her
heart had slowed – that was good, he thought she was going to
have a heart attack earlier! Her breathing even – and then he
saw her leg move, then her arm, then her whole body!

Thrashing
against her would be rapist she tried to escape and Kyle moved next
to her. “It's ok – you're safe.” he spoke softly –
not wanting to scare her even more. He placed a hand on her forehead
and her eyes flew open!

“
NO!”
Sabrina screamed – terror running through her – shit she
couldn't be raped – no she couldn't! Then her eyes found the
green ones looking down at her, the fair hair, the large straight
nose?

“
You've
got green eyes.” she gasped and wondered why the hell she had
just said that!