Author's note: It's a vampire novel with a twist
FALLING FOR THE ENEMYI was in a steaming shower. If it weren’t for the fact that I was a prisoner and I had been kidnapped and all the rest, it would probably have been the best shower I’d ever had. Unlike the one at home, it didn’t creak and the water didn’t continuously spray you with ice cold bursts when you were least expecting it. I had been a little reluctant to use the enemy’s facilities, but then I thought why not take advantage of them?
As I knew, all good things had to come to
In the huge closet, I found rows and rows of clothes and shelves full of shoes. They all seemed to be in exactly the right size for me as well. It was like I was in a clothes store as I fingered through all the items. After about five minutes of browsing, I found a denim miniskirt, ankle boots with heels about five inches high and a black tank top. I put them all on in the closet and checked myself in the mirror. I was still tall and slim, and I looked pretty dangerous. It was then that a thought struck me: why wasn’t I hungry? It had been more than twenty-four hours since I’d eaten. I never snacked, usually ate three meals a day... wow. Weird much?
Tristian gave a low whistle as I came out of the closet. “Nice.” He commented, and then flopped his head back on the pillow with a ‘poof’. “Are you still here?” I asked sarcastically. Again, my remarks and comebacks were pretty low on the scale. Having nothing else to do, I stood over him with my hand on my hip. “Any chance you’re going to move in the next year or so?” I inquired sarcastically. “Nope.” Was the reply. “Well, then you’re going to have to answer some of my questions, then.” I retorted. I think he was more than happy to play along. “If you answer some of mine.” He bargained. “No. I bet you don’t even know my name, and I would like it to stay that way.” I informed him. “That’s where you’re wrong. As a matter of fact I know that your name is Natasha Mae Rennison, that you are seventeen years old, that you go to Hallowell College, that your sister is Yasmin Rennison, that you live on Elliott Street....” the list went on and on. “Okay, STOP!” I exclaimed after a while. “It’s obvious you have been stalking me and that you are a complete psycho. Now, first question: why did you kidnap me?” “To bring you to my employer.” “Who is your employer?” “I tell you and you die.” “Why does your employer want me?” “I tell you and you die.” “Why can’t you tell me anything?” “I tell you and you die. You know, we really aren’t getting anywhere here, are we?” he asked, raising one eyebrow. “Well I need to get somewhere; otherwise I’m going to be stuck here for the rest of my days. With you. And that is not good because you are a-” before I could finish my sentence, he kissed me. He actually kissed me. After everything that had happened, and the fact that I absolutely loathed him, or thought I did. At first it was gentle, and then it became rough and deep. His hand reached up and grasped my hair, and mine held the back of his neck. I realised what I was doing, and pulled away quickly before slapping him around the face. “ “Wow. Feisty.” He said. Suddenly, I realised something. This was the enemy. I should have been trying to escape instead of making my situation more impossible. And why was I doing this? He had kidnapped me! I slapped him again, and I think he got the message. “Okay, okay, I’m going.” He held his hands up in surrender. “Then get gone.”
All through the next day I couldn’t stop thinking about Tristian. It was so ironic that I had fallen for the evil guy. The one who had threatened to kill me, and who had kidnapped me just because his boss had said so. I guess some people would do anything for money, but I thought it was something more there. Things were starting to seem suspicious.