Chapter 1 - Kidnapped

I was at the bar. It was a small place, with many round tables, and booths, but no dance floor. A juke box sat in the far corner, away from the door. I was alone as usual, drinking my sorrows away. My twenty-second birthday was two days ago, but did anybody notice? Of course not. I didn’t even exist. It was okay, that was the way I liked it. I liked to not be noticed, I liked to be invisible.

After my parents died in the car accident, I snapped. Stupid drunk driver deserved what I did to him. I hoped he was rotting in hell. Of course I would probably see him there in a few years anyway. I couldn’t wait, I would kill him again. I would have seen him sooner right after I killed him, but just my luck I didn’t take enough pills. The cops got to me just in time, and brought me to the hospital. The court decided that I was insane. Insanity caused by grief. I didn’t even need a good lawyer for that one.

They ended up sending me to an asylum until I was twenty- one. It wasn’t too bad a place. Your usual padded walls, barred windows. And of course a few orderlies who got a little too touchy-feely with the younger female residents. Knowing my past, they didn’t dare touch me. Three days after my twenty-first birthday, I was a free woman. The therapy at the asylum helped with my psychotic attitude. Or so they thought. It was obviously the effect of beating somebody to death. It wasn’t my fault he was weak, and couldn’t fight a sixteen year old armed with nothing but an aluminum baseball bat. But even after all the therapy, my depression still lingered.

"Need a refill, Evie?" Henry the bartender interrupted my thoughts. He was a short man, beefy, and near bald. With dull brown eyes, that said ‘I may be old, but I’ve still got it.’ I was a patron here every night for the last six months.

"No, just give me a double of whiskey" I said half heartedly.

"Want to talk about it?" he asked setting the drink down.

"No" I said bluntly.

"You know, Evie, you shouldn't bottle it up, it's not healthy."

"Neither is consuming alcohol every day," I snapped. I knew he meant well, but I was sick of the prying, If I wanted to tell you my life's story, then I would tell you, If not, then leave me the hell alone about it.

"Touché, Evie, you win this one," Henry laughed and went to help somebody else, leaving me alone.

Not even a second after he turned away, I felt a tap on my shoulder. My long raven colored hair flipped around as I turned my head to fix my ice blue eyes on a man, who looked not much older than I. He had long dark hair, and dark brown eyes. They were almost black. I could see his muscles through his shirt. He was actually very good looking.

"Hey there hot stuff," He said. His voice was deep and smooth. The sound of it sent chills down my spine, the good ones.

"Hot stuff? Are you kidding? That's all you could come up with? Even 'I lost my number can I have yours' would have been better than 'hey hot stuff,'" I ranted. How dumb could this guy get. I finished the rest of my drink and headed home, leaving the man stunned.

"It was nice to meet you," he called after me. He must have been desperate.

I just flipped him off, not turning back. Luckily I only lived a few blocks away, so my trek through the empty dirty streets was short. When I got home, I was so exhausted, I went strait to bed, although it was only one in the morning.

I was in a deep sleep when I felt someone kissing my neck. The intruders kisses were soft at first, but as his hands roamed my petite body, they became rougher. I could feel his lust growing between his legs, His hardness poked into my thigh. Playing along, I reached into the cubby hole on my head board, slowly, so he didn’t notice, and unsheathed the hunting knife that belonged to my father. Before he could react, I was holding the knife to his throat.

"I highly suggest you get off of me," I said deadly.

"If I don’t?" he mocked. I could tell by his voice that it was the man from the bar. This guy was desperate.

"Then I'll slit your throat," I pressed the knife harder. He didn’t even flinch as the sharp blade cut his skin, causing it to bleed.

"Fine," he said flipping us over so I was on top.

"What the fuck do you want?" I hissed, trying to make my voice as calm and deadly as possible, but inside I was screaming frantically. This guy was a complete weirdo.

"I thought you would have guessed," He purred thrusting his hips into me.

"How did you get in?" I changed the subject to get his mind off the task he wanted to complete. I also had a deadbolt on the door, so it was impossible to break in that way, and I lived on the second floor so it was a little hard to go through a window.

"I have my ways," He pulled me down towards him. I resisted, pushing the knife deeper into his wound, making blood splatter all over me. He still didn’t flinch.

I looked at him Wide eyed "What are you?" I asked, unwillingly letting my voice shake.

"Do you really want to know?"

I pondered this for a second, "I don’t know,"

I replied hesitantly. "I think I'll show you anyway," He grabbed my wrists.

Before I could react, I had dropped the knife and he was on top of me. It all happened so fast, that before I knew it, I was falling into the darkness that was behind my eye lids.