Mine Part 2

Sometime later Heather slowly became aware of her surroundings. How long have I been here? Looking down at her watch her eyes widened, she had been sitting in here for almost 3 hours. School was definitely over! Pulling open the door she decided it was time to face the world again.
Walking to the sink she looked in the mirror her. Her face was pink and swollen from crying. Oh well, it doesn’t matter what you look like, you already made a fool of yourself!
Turning on the sink she splashed water on her face. God she felt like a fool, but it had seemed so real. The memory of Ciaran grabbing her neck made her shiver that was a dream she never wanted to have again. Grabbing a couple of paper towels she wet them and started to wash her face and the back of her neck.
“OW!” Lifting her hair she had two small cuts in her neck. Paling, she ran for the nearest toilet and heaved. Walking back to the sink she rinsed out her mouth. “I’m going to kill him.”
With cold conviction she stared at her reflection in the mirror.
“Dammit, I still have to get my backpack from the drama room.” Taking one last look Heather walked out of the bathroom. The halls were as dead as a cemetery. She shivered at the visualization. She hated it when she did that to herself. Just like the monster in the closet…
“Looking for these?” Someone said behind her.
Heather whipped around teeth extended, but instead of Ciaran standing behind her she saw Reed. He looked at her reproachfully, “Now you know better than to be flashing those around. Do you want some hunter finding out about you and killing you? I know I wouldn’t like that at all.”
Reaching out she grabbed her bag quickly. Opening it she started looking through it to make sure nothing was missing. “Why don’t you just leave me alone. If I should be afraid of anyone it should be you! I don't know who you are for all I know you could be a hunter.”
She said in a strained whisper, “I want you to just get your ass out of my life I don’t want you helping me out I can handle myself.”
Reed sat impassively listening to her rant on. As quick as a cat he grabbed her by the back of the neck. He saw he flinched a little more than she should have. Pulling back her hair he noticed the bite marks. “Yah I’m sure you can. When did this happen?”
Heather struggled wildly against Reeds touch. “Let me go you asshole! I swear I’ll scream rape.” Seeing it was useless she slumped against him. “I got them from Ciaran, okay he’s just a rogue vampire that only cares for himself. Is that all? If so get your hands off of me.” She noticed he only touched the clothed areas of her body. Feeling silly she put her had on his.
Gasping she felt like she was falling, as if everything around her no longer had substance. 'What is this place?' Amazingly she could hear her own voice echoing around her.
'They say it’s rude to intrude upon one’s mind.'
Looking up she saw Reed standing in front of her a quelling look on his face.
'This is your fault. If you had just kept your hands to yourself.'

'My fault? Maybe you should stop manhandling women! Now how do we get out of here?' Looking around she was amazed at the colors swarming around her. It was like being in a rainbow.
No matter which way she turned she couldn't find a way out.
Reed chuckled, 'Maybe you should stop kissing me and you might get out of here.'
Heather looked up quickly and realized she wasn’t dreaming this was all too real. As if being thrown back into her body she found her face inches from Reeds, her lips still felt the tingle of his lips on hers. His arms were wrapped possessively around her.
“Excuse me but I’m going home.” Pushing away from him she stood up. With as much dignity as she could muster she started to walk away.
“Well then I’m walking you home, and I'm not taking no for an answer.” Reed grabbed her arm to keep her from going any further.
“You really don’t have to walk me home. I can take care of myself.”
“It shows.” Reed replied dryly. Looking down at her he smiled sarcastically. It was amazing how one little girl could turn his world so inside out and find that he still wanted her. “Come on elf.” Saying that a little meaner than he had intended he pulled her along side of him being careful not to touch her too much.
Looking at her sideways he studied her features. She was quite lovely, not beautiful, but lovely. Her hair was thick and fell in heavy waves to her waist.
Her eyes were gray, and obviously when upset enough turned into a hypnotizing liquid silver. Her face was somewhat pale and had an elfin look about it. What Reed noticed most of all was her lips. He shivered at the memory. “Hurry up.”
Heather was fuming inside how dare he just show up and try to take over her life and tell her what to do! There was no way in hell she was going to put up with it. Smiling inwardly she came up with a plan. “Great my shoe came untied!”
“Let me,” Reed bent down to tie her shoe. Noticing then that she had on sandals.
“Heather…?”
Seeing her chance Heather brought down her clenched fists as hard as she could into Reeds upper back. “UGH”, The impact made Reed fall to his hands and knees. Heather planted her foot into his lowerback to keep him from getting up to soon.
Trees and bushes flew past as she ran her only thought of getting to the safety of her home. Slowing a little she realized she was only a few houses down from her own. Deciding to take a shortcut she ran around a large hedge surrounding the Henderson's yard.
As she turned the corner of the hedge a dark figure stepped in front her. Stopping she slid to the ground. Getting up as quickly as possible she ran in the opposite direction.
Before she could get any further than a couple of steps she was hit over the head.

'HELP ME!'

Her head hurt.
That was all that Heather could think when she came to. She could feel a throbbing pain on the back of her head. Trying to raise her hand to the sore spot she discovered that her hands were tied. What the hell is going on?
Moving around a little more she found that her feet were tied also, but she wasn't gagged.
“Hello?” Her voice carried no echo. Heather’s heart plummeted, no echo that meant that she was in a small-enclosed room. No one to hear her scream, even Reed.
She felt her chest clench at her foolishness! All he had been trying to do was protect her. Protect her from exactly what she had gotten herself into! Stupid, stupid.
Okay girl get it together! First thing is to figure out where I'm at.
Pulling herself into a sitting position she assessed her surroundings. The floor beneath her was all dirt, very hard packed dirt. She growled in frustration. There didn't seem to be anyone in the house, adleast non-that she could here. Giving up she leaned back against the wall trying to avoid leaning on her tied hands. She had no clue what she was supposed to do now.
Sitting up quickly a thought came to her. I’m a vampire why wouldn’t I be able to just rip off these bindings. Testing the strength of the ties she realized just how flimsy they were. That is they were flimsy for a vampire.
RIIIIPPP
Heather hugged herself. Reaching down she then ripped the ties from her legs off. Next she removed the blindfold off of her face and blinked a few times. Her vision suddenly cleared and she could see where she was.
“What the hell?” She was in the basement of her parent’s summerhouse. But the summerhouse was at the lake more than an hour from the city! Oh god, what had happened last night?
Suddenly a pain shot through her lower abdomen. Holding her middle she pulled herself up onto her feet. She froze in her tracks sniffing the air. She could smell blood. Her teeth ached at the smell. She couldn't remember the last time she had fed.
She could hear the sound of the deadbolt being pulled back on the basement door.
Crouching down she waited for the unlucky soul who had locked her up. A bulky figure walked unsteadily down the steps clutching the banister like he would tumble at any moment. She could feel her teeth lengthening in anticipation of the kill. She knew there was no way she could fight what was about to happen. Finally she gave in knowing her mind was no longer her own.
The figure finally reached the bottom the stairs. She could smell alcohol reeking from the person in front of her.
Not being able to hold back any longer she launched herself into the air. She hit the person square in the chest knocking him to the floor. A strangled cry leaped from the mans lips. She could adleast tell that much from the person she held in her death grip. Moving his head to the side she attached herself to her victims neck.
Sweet mother, her mouth sang in glory as she felt the horrible pain leave her. It was like a desert after a long needed rain.
She sat back closing her eyes, she knew the person in her hands was dead. It was not an easy feeling knowing she had killed some one. Not in her whole short life of being a vampire had she ever killed a person. Wondering whom it was she looked down.
"Oh my god!" Heather put her hand over her mouth.
It was her stepfather.

Reed was furious, he was going to kill her when he got his hands on her! Of all the low down dirty…he started smiling thinking of how she had tricked him. She was definitely a survivor. He shook his head at the memory. He had been so furious, he wanted to rip her from limb to limb.
Pulling out his cell phone he hit memory one.
After a few rings a perky girl’s voice picked up on the other end, "Hello."
"Tina, this is Reed. I'm fine...yeah. Sorry I really don't have time for small talk." Reed rolled his eyes Tina was the nosiest person he knew. "I'll explain later, I'm trying to find Heather."
'HELP ME!'
Reed dropped his phone and clutched his head. It felt as if a hammer was pounding throughout his head.
Reaching down he grabbed his phone, "Never mind I think I know where she is."

'I killed him, I’m a murderer.' Was all that Heather could think over and over again in her mind. She had never felt such an over whelming sense of guilt.
Cold realization hit her, she knew what she had to. Standing she straightened her shirt and started walking up the basement stairs.

He could tell the cry that he had felt was from hours before. It had been somewhat weak but strong enough that it was leaving a trail. And give him a killer headache.
The world whizzed passed him as he drove up street after street. The path he was following suddenly ended. Slowing down he made a U-turn in the middle of the road, not worrying about other cars since it was almost 10 at night.
Jumping off of his bike he walked towards the hedge. Leaning down he ran his hands along the ground. Some parts looked as if they had been disturbed. Like someone sliding on the ground.
Looking up at the moon rising he couldn't help but ask the stars where Heather was. Standing up he started walking back to his bike. Suddenly his cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Reed! I know where Heather is. You know me and my curiosity well it got the better of me and I did a scrying on her."
"Tina where is she already? I don't have time for this." Reed growled into the phone.
"Sorry, she's at her parents summerhouse. I'm almost positive." "Tell me how to get there."

Reed started running out of patience. The road seemed to twist and turn forever. It was if everything was against him finding her.
Just as suddenly as the road had twisted it suddenly straightened out. Before him was a truly beautiful sight.
A lake of a fairly nice size sat nestled against pines and mountains. The water seemed to shimmer from the stars and moon.
Pulling himself back into reality he sped up and headed for the small cabin at the far end of the dirt road.

Heather tripped up the last of the steps of the basement. For some reason she was starting to have a hard time seeing. Looking around the kitchen she noticed that things that should have been sharply outline in the moonlight was somewhat blurry. A feeling of panic started to well up in her chest.
Making her way to the living room she tripped again and landed on all fours.
"What's happening to me?"
Pulling herself back up Heather could hear the roar of an engine coming up the dirt road out front.
Not thinking Heather started running out the front door.
The outside world was much brighter than the dark house. Heather started walking down the front steps and looked out at the road.
She could see a motorcycle making it's way towards her. Not watching where she was going Heather’s foot twisted on the last step and she fell forward.
For the second time that day Heather was knocked out cold.

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