"Not far, you'll like our room. I decorated it for you." He smiled.

"'Our' room? Will I be expected to sleep with you?! If you haven't noticed, you fucking kidnapped me!" I stared, getting angry.

"Of course I noticed, I'm not mental. I know exactly what I'm doing. Anyway, if you don't like it, you can change it. Whatever you want." He grinned at me, looking like a kid who had accomplished some great feat.

"Whatever I want!?" I echoed, "I fucking want you to let me out!"

"Other then that," he rethought his previous comment. We pulled up in front of a ginormous white house. "We're here!"

"You live in a hotel?" I asked.

"No, sweetheart, this is my house!"

"Holy fuck!" I completely ignored the sweetheart part. "Did you steal anything? Or inherit?"

"Umm… no…" He looked at me strangely.

"How old are you?" I looked towards him


"Holy shit! Do you remember that far back!?"

"Nope!" He opened the car door, and then ran around the front to make sure I couldn't run. It was kinda pointless. I mean, I had no idea where the hell we were…

"Soo…" Stalker Dude- Jack, took hold of my wrist and tugged me inside.

"Holy fuck! This is the inside of your house!?" I stared up at the domed ceiling.

"It looks like it, eh? And are you going to keep doing that?"

"What?" I asked.

"Screaming holy fuck whenever you see something." He nodded to me, like it was obvious.

"I'll try to stop." I rolled my eyes, searching for a phone. I need to get help. Soon.

"Don't try to call anyone, I monitor all calls before they go out." He laughed lightly. Damn you! "Or trying to get out of the house, I have the gates locked at all times."

"But.. then, what do I do. Besides being a hostage."

"Hostage? You're not a hostage!" He laughed, "I'll let you out when I know you aren't going to run away. This house is surrounded by woods, which contain werewolves. Friendly bunch, but they have to get to know you. Anyway, you'll be with me most of the time, any other times you'll find something to do."

"Werewolves?" I looked up, "my dad was a werewolf."

"Oh? I didn't know that," he muttered. "Are you hungry? Do you need anything? Do you want to lie down? Bathe?" He looked like an over active puppy, bouncing around.

"Um, well… Food would be nice…" I looked at him strangely. This wasn't how you were supposed to treat a hostage. Apparently he hadn't done this before.

"What kind? I know you like cheese pizza and cookies and cream ice cream, so I have a lot of that. Or I could get you-," He rambled, going excitedly to the kitchen.

"Um, pizza… I'll have that." Weirdo. Why wasn't here throwing me in a fucking tower and offering a ransom?

"Okay!" He rummaged through the fridge, which was stocked with pizza, I noticed. He popped a pizza in a microwave.

We waited for about a minute in complete awkward silence. It was awkward, dammit! The microwave beeped, and Jack burned himself taking the pizza out. I inwardly laughed at the stupidity of his kidnapping act. If I really wanted to get out, I could. Most definitely.

"You okay?" I asked casually, as he rubbed his finger and winced.

"Fine, vamps just don't burn well." He winced again, even though the burn wasn't that bad.

"You sure you're okay?" I asked, getting concerned, which I don't normally do. He just was wincing a lot, and it bothered me.

"I'm good. Eat," He gestured to the forgotten pizza. I grabbed a piece and nibbled on it. It was good, for microwave pizza, I mean.

I yawned involuntarily, and Jack looked up, "are you tired? Here, come on. You can bring the pizza." He tugged out of the kitchen and up the stairs. The long stairs. The unending stairs. They broke of at a hallway, but kept going past that. Jack pulled me into the hallway. The unending hallway. How would I be able to get out of here unless I could remember how to get out?!

He stopped in front of a large door, "this is our room, while you're getting settled in, I'll sleep here." He pointed toward the door across the hall. He opened the door, and went into a gorgeous room. It was dark purple, with a black marble floor. It had dark mahogany furniture and a large metal star above the bed. The star was the telekinetic symbol. We all had one on our necks. On the opposite wall, there was a large metal cross, which was the vamp's symbol.

"Uh… Wow." I blinked, and shifted.

"Well, I'll be across the hall. If you need anything, just knock." He smiled and retreated.

"Thanks!" I called to the closed door. Wait, was I thanking my captor? Ugh.

I crawled into the boat-sized bed and turned of the lights mentally. It's so tight to be able to do that.

I feel asleep thinking of wild ways to try to escape. Most of them involved a torpedo and a paint ball gun. I woke up, and turned over. Jack was sleeping in a chair a few meters from the bed.

"Jack?" I whispered, "Jack?"

"Huh?" He grunted, "Oh, hey, Ange." He smiled.

"What are you doing here?" I rubbed m eyes with the back of my hand.

"I, uh, couldn't sleep… So I came t watch you sleep. You're angelic when you sleep." He smiled sleepily again.

"You're so weird." I groaned, and rolled back over.

He laughed, "I know, hun."

"Hun? My name is not 'hun'. It's Angie." I rolled back over and corrected.

"Sorry, Angie. You remind me of a bunny, and that makes me want to call you hun." He grinned and stood up.

"Eh? A bunny? Hell no…" I trailed off, as Jack headed for the door. "Where are you going?"

He turned and raised an eyebrow in surprise, "you want me to stay?"

"N-no… I just wanted to know where you're going…" I stammered. Damn me.

"I was going to make breakfast, would you like to come?" He asked, looking at me hopefully.

"Sure!" I chirped. Odd… I had dressed myself in pajamas mentally the night before, so I wasn't still wearing my clothes. Pajamas from where? I don't know. They just appeared.

I followed him down the stairs, tripping twice, and gripping his shoulders tightly. The stone stairs were radically cold on my bare feet. "How much farther?" I grunted.

"Stop complaining," he teased, "we're almost there."

We got into the kitchen and Jack handed me a container of ice cream. "I know this is the only thing you eat for breakfast," he blushed. He blushed. Awww, cute. Wait, what? He's my kidnapper person! I'm supposed to hate him!

"Ummm…" I mumbled, trying to break the awkward silence. "When's the ransom going out?"

"What ransom?" Jack looked at me strangely. "I'm not giving out a ransom. I didn't kidnap you. Okay, well, I did, but you're going to like it here soon."

I stared him, "You idiot. That's what you're supposed to do! Get the money and go! You haven't done this before, have you?"

"Done what?" He asked, blinking, "kidnapping you? No, this is a first."

"No really?" I rolled my eyes, feeling more like a gust then a hostage. "You're mental."

"Trust me, I've thought of that. I'm not, Angel."

"Angel?! My name's-"

"I know that you're name is! Jesus!" What the fuck. Is he getting frustrated with me? Me? The one he had kidnapped. Yeah, I'd be pretty damn frustrated with me to. God! Why doesn't he just let me go!?

"What do you want?" My voice trembled slightly, in fear of the bloodust that was misting his eyes.

"You," he answered.

I handed him a packet of blood from the freezer, and winced as he sunk his fangs into it, eagerly lapping up O Positive blood.

He looked up, extra blood dripping down his chin. His fangs retracted, "sorry." He mumbled, and looked like he was about to cry.

He moved awkwardly to hug me, and I let him, as he silently wet my shirt. "Are you okay, Jack?"

"I'm sorry, Angel, I didn't mean to-"

"Shhh… It's okay," I tried to soothe. It dawned on me that I shouldn't be comforting my captor, but he was like a puppy. Eager to please.

"No it's not!" He moaned, "I'm no better then the rest of them!"

"No, shhhh…" I rocked gently.

He hugged me tighter and growled, "mine."

"What?" I looked up, well, down, at him, startled.

"Mine." He muttered, and buried his face in my neck.

"I'm not something you can own."

"No!" He gripped tighter, "mine! Mine!" He started trembling, "say it! Say you're mine!"

"I'm not yours!"

"Yes you are! Say it!" He growled.

"No!" I pushed him away from me, and ran back to the stairs. "I'm not yours!" I yelled as I made my way up to 'our' room.

"Yes!" I heard him coming after me, I closed the door. Not sure how to use the lock, I jumped into the bed.

I heard the door open as he walked over to me, "you might not accept it," he whispered, stroking my hair, "but you know you're mine."

I didn't grace him with an answer. He climbed up and sat next to me, playing with my hair.

"Say your mine," he purred, bringing his face close to my neck.

I wasn't willing to risk a double bite, but I didn't want to give into something that wasn't true. "No…" I whimpered.

Hearing me whimper, Jack's eyes rounded. He took his head away and hugged me tightly. "God, I'm so sorry, Angel." He whispered. "I'm so sorry." He held me tightly, fearing I might run.


Phew! 4 pages, wow! 4 pages is a lot for me ; )

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