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Walking home from the warehouse with the new papers I had, I began to feel as though I was being followed in the dark. I looked around briefly; there was no one there that I could see. There wasn't anywhere someone could really hide, just farmers' fields and a few clusters of trees, so I figured I was just being paranoid and had nothing to fear. I ran a little, just in case.
Up ahead, I saw the corner that would lead me onto Main Street; there, I wouldn't have tor un, even if I was being followed, because there would be a few people I could call out to, and some lights. However, I couldn't get there yet; I wasn't good at running, and had to rest. Foolishly, I sat on a rock near a small cluster of woods. A cluster of woods where my fears were to be confirmed.

As I was panting, trying to catch my breath, I felt a sudden tug at my arm. There were claws wrapped around my wrist; long, thick, and powerful fingers, tipped with razor-sharp nails nearly as long as the fingers themselves. I screamed sharply as I was yanked about two feet into the air, pulled into the trees with my legs dangling like sad puppet limbs. Another clawed hand clamped down over me, on what was intended to be my mouth, but the hand was so large that it smothered my entire face. I grabbed at my backpack; it contained the important papers. Even if I was kidnapped I could not afford to leave them behind.
I kicked my legs a little, attempting to hit my captor, but even as I landed him one in the shins, he did not flinch. He, if it was a he, and not a thing. I would have bitten down on the hand if the palm had not been pressed so hard against my mouth, but as it stood I could barely breathe. I could only cling to my backpack as the monster whisked me away into the cluster of trees, knowing that if I lost those papers I'd be sacked for sure. That is, if I even made it away from this leviathan alive.
I felt myself being thrown down onto a floor; the hand suddenly moved away from my face, and I could see now that I'd just been tossed into an outhouse-like building that stood in the wood cluster. There was no toilet in it, though, only a bench that I was jammed in next to, and a tiny beam of light shone in through the moon symbol on the door. The door… it was shut. I pushed it and it did not budge. I began to contemplate what to do, when I heard deep breaths echoing through the gloom. That leviathan that had taken me here was in the outhouse with me.
I knew not what to say or do; I used the stream of moonlight to try to identify the creature. Hulking had huge, taking up almost all of the outhouse, it was but a mass of shadow. I saw a little light glimmer off its narrowed, fiery eyes and its long pointy fangs, and from its humanlike shape I figured it to be a vampire. At first it seemed to be cloaked in black, but as my eyes grew more accustomed to the lack of light and I could focus on the outlines, I saw he had on only an open army vest and loose pants. His dark, scarred skin covered massive amounts of impenetrable sinew, his abs ripped, his biceps bulging. Where was my gun when I needed it? Although I doubted this thing could even be vanquished with a gun, I thought.
"Mmm-hmm-hmm," he laughed, in his deep, accented voice, "finally I have got you." His deep foreign-sounding voice made it feel all the more sinister, and I let out a small squeak. I was afraid… how did this creature know me? What did he want me for?
"Now, my darling," he said, wrapping his large claw-like hands over my small ones, "you will be a nice girl and tell me what you are up to."
"… tell you… what I'm up to…. ?" I shrank back, speaking very quietly.
"Yes. You are a slayer, I know this. I have seen you spying and sneaking about, and my master has, too. My master demands that I detain you like so, and find out what you're doing, what you are plotting against us. So you will tell me, yes?"
I thought of what Auntie Marta had always told me about safety; if a threatening stranger wants something, comply with them. That way, at least you'll come out of it alive, even if they took all your money or something. You can get that all back later.
But then, there was Adam; he would find out if I squealed. I had to bring him the papers and let know one else know about what I had, or else… if I got away from this monster alive, I wouldn't get away from Adam.
"Um…" I replied, trying to think of something fast, "I can't--"
"I am on strict orders to extract information from you, and if you do not comply politely I must force it out of you physically," snapped the monster.
"But…" I started to cry. There was no way to escape. Confused and afraid, I tried to pull my hands away from his and curl up in the corner.
When I tugged, though, he tugged back, even more forcefully; he kept his grip on my hands, but he started rubbing them too. Almost as if he was… fondling them. He sighed deeply, his eyes locked on me the entire time.
"Darling, please be a nice girl and just tell me now. I do not want to have to hurt you." He gestured toward my bag. "Lend me that. If you will let me read the papers inside it, I may let you go." I clutched my backpack tighter with my remaining hand. "Give it to me. I will give it back when I am finished, and let you take it away with you." Either way I'd be beaten to a pulp; the least I could do was remain loyal to Adam. I held the bag, still. The creature clicked his tongue disappointedly. "You are a nice little girl. It's quite a shame they have brainwashed you," he sighed.
"Brainwashed me?" He talked like he knew so much about me. How long had this thing been stalking me for? How much of me had he seen?
"The slayers. Hey brainwashed you into being one of them."
"They didn't," I responded, "I sought them out to help me. Your leader killed my parents."
"Did he?" the creature said, condescendingly, as he fixed up his long dark hair. "I must say… how old are you, dear?"
"Umm… twenty-three…" I figured I could tell him that much. But where was he going with this? If he had been following me, why didn't he already know?
"Mmm. You're older than our leader, dear." He played with my hands.
"What--" How could that be? I had seen the dark-haired, pale-skinned vampire monster slaughter my parents right before my eyes. I paused.
While I wasn't paying attention, while I was flustered, the creature had taken my bag.

"Give that back! I need it, or--" I cried out, tears in my eyes, but he only laughed his cold laugh.
"Or what?" He was grinning cruelly as he read my papers. "I told you I will give it back when I finish."
"You can't read those!!" I yelled.
He ignored me. "Hmm… charting Lord Alisandriel's weaknesses, yes? You are a silly girl." He finished reading the papers and gave them back to me, ruffling my hair in a manner I did not approve of. "You silly, silly girl."
Finally, I could pull away from him; I held my bag close and edged to the door. He would not let me go, still; the door was still locked, and he continued to talk. "You and all of your ilk are misguided, you know. There are two kinds of vampires, good and evil to put it simply so that you humans can understand, and I am good. Lord Alisandriel is good… my master is mostly good, although I have some… occasional doubts. You're being sent after the wrong type; none of us killed your parents, I assure you. If you would just join forces with us, all would be well; you're a brilliant young girl, and I dearly hope I never have to hurt you."
"How can I believe you?!" I snapped, choking back a sob.
He got up and came toward me; I realized too late that snapping at him was not a safe thing to do. Upon cornering me, however, he only lifted me up like a child and brought me outside to the cool night air. "You hurt inside, darling; you're scared, lost, and alone. I know. I know what that feels like more than anyone, but you mustn't let it take over you." As he held me, he was gently caressing and nuzzling me. I could feel the pervert's nails on my arm, the tip of his fang against my cheek. He placed a quick kiss on my lips and gave one of my pigtails a tug.
"Put me down, you creep! You're disgusting!"
"Am I, now?" he held me with one arm, flexing his other. "This is disgusting, baby?" He gave a coy laugh. I squirmed, feeling sick to my stomach. He wasn't going to… was he? "Oh, worry not, young one. You are too young for me. I shan't do things like that to you." He paused. "Unless you want it, of course."
"No!" I cried out. "Don't, please!"
"Fine then. I shan't argue with you about that." He placed me down, but kept his hand closed around mine. "Very stubborn, you are. It suits you." He kissed my hand delicately, then finally let go. I could walk away now, but something rooted me in place. This mysterious, salacious monster… why did I feel like… I wanted to be with him? "Oh… you are longing for me, I can tell." He winked flirtatiously. "Unfortunately, love… I have a boyfriend. You should meet him, no? He's a little thing, full of spunk, just as you are. We shall make good friends, shall we not, miss Lilly? But for now, I must go. I shall see you again." I shivered, and started to walk away.
"Just think about it, for your sake," he called after me; I turned to face him again. "Think about encouraging your group to join with ours. Don't let regret anchor you and stop you from moving forward. You cannot change the past, so do not waste your time on it; let go, and do something better with yourself. I know you are able to do this." I was getting cheesy, Hallmark-card advice from a bloodsucking monster--how low could I sink? "Don't learn it too late. I learned it too late. That is why I'm this fearful creature, hiding from daylight and drinking blood from humans. Save yourself, young one. Learn it now. There is a bright future ahead of you. Love yourself." With a final smile, he disappeared back into the woods, almost looking as if he evaporated entirely.
I threw a rock at his vanishing form and walked on.

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