My Vampire Kidnapper, Lillith Devero [e textbook reader txt] 📗

tell him." Jenn said starting to walk back to the doors. "NO! Don't you get it! He was just using you! You're just a tool to him! Now being a vampire you can run at supersonic speed, just run as fast as you can, to where ever you feel safe. GO! I'll find you later!" Jenn had never seen Zena looking this frazzled as she shoved her towards the front doors.
And she ran.
She ran faster than she ever had in life. Weird, especially since she was wearing a dress and heels.
So he turned me into a vampire. And I was worried about rape. And I thought I loved him. Jenn thought, as tears fell from her eyes like rivers.
She was running to the only place where she had ever felt safe.
Home.
Chapter 12

She slowed to a slow walk as she walked across the yard to her swing.
The whole night came rushing back to her. The horror of being kidnapped and the helplessness of wondering what they are going to do to you. It is an experience everyone should have just to realize how good their life is.
She felt a presence beginning to grow nearer to her.
From what she had heard about vampires they couldn't enter a residence if they weren't invited, so she figured that she would be safe.
Jenn ran up to the door, not knocking, because it was her house. She stood inside the door waiting for the presence to pass, which it did. It was probably just a cat, Jenn thought to herself.
Then she heard the scream.
She had only heard that scream once. It had been the time that someone had broken into the house trying to steal the fine china.
But now she heard it again. Jenn slowly turned around. An older woman with her brown, greying hair pulled into a messy pony tail and wearing a red and white polka dot apron was standing there.
It was her mom.
Jenn ran up to hug her, but that just scared her more.
"Mom! It’s okay! It’s only me, Jennifer." She grabbed her mom's shoulders and held her out at arm's length to look at her. Why is she still screaming? Jenn thought.
Her mom started pushing her towards the door stammering, "Get out! Get out! They told us she was dead! This isn't funny! Get out now!"
Jenn just stood there in shock and let her mom push her through the door. The...They...They told her...I was dead?
Jennifer ran.
She ran faster than she ever had or ever will.
She didn't know where to turn so she just ran and ran without stopping once.
Until the sun began to blister her skin. The sensation of pain seemed to have been magnified by thousands. So this is what being on fire feels like. She thought.
But she avoided actually being lit on fire by locating a barn that had hay stored in it.
She ran to the back of the barn and dug her way into a large hay bale. As she waited for the darkness of sleep to engulf her, she was amazed the she didn't realize sooner. All of the puzzle pieces had been there to assemble, but she hadn't had the time. She had begun to sleep during the day like him. She figured that the food Red had been bringing her had been laced with blood; otherwise she wouldn't be alive here now. The mirror thing isn't really true then, because I could see myself in the mirror. Jenn thought. Okay. So maybe it wasn't that easy. Then darkness striked and she greeted him like an old friend, glad to be free of the world.

Chapter 13

9 years ago, first snow of December, 8pm
"But Daddy! Why do you have to go?" "Jennifer. I have to go, for you." Six year old Jenn looked up at her Dad with big purple doe like eyes, tears flowing down her cheeks. "But I want you to stay here!" she cried.
Her Mom ran up to her Dad and embraced him in a hug and whispered to his shoulder, "Oh Greg. Why do you have to go to war?" her voice shaky because of her tears. "It's okay Carol." he said, landing a kiss on her cheek, "I'll be back as soon as I can. I love you both!" Jenn's Dad set off for his truck, yelling his fair wells behind him.
That was when Jenn started swinging.
She never swung any other time.
It was her way of hoping that her Daddy will come back.
1 year later
The letter came.
Her Mom was so broken up; she didn't notice Jenn run outside.
Until she heard the screeching of breaks.
Within 10 minutes, Jenn was being rushed to the hospital.
She had scraped up palms, a broken leg and arm, and a serious head injury.
The doctors said that she was just lucky to be alive.
Lucky to be alive.
Present
Jenn woke up with the last line echoing through her head.
Also with hay levitating above her head.
"Well, at least that works now." she murmured to herself.
It was way easier to get all the hay off her dress when she could just levitate it. "Yep. I am going to need some new clothes." Lucky for her it was a Saturday night and most teens go out on Saturday nights, and there was no way she could go home.
After her various raids she ended up with a black tank top, a dark pair of jeans, and black tennis shoes and socks. Since I'm running for my life, I should be stealthy. Jenn thought to herself.
Then she started running again.
By the time she stopped she had no idea where she was. What she did know was that it was snowing and that the sun was coming up.
Once again she hid herself in a barn and began another day's rest.
Xavier was frantic.
He didn't have leverage any more.
Oh, he choked the truth out of Zena all right, but she didn't have much to tell. Only the general direction of where Jennifer went.
Xavier hadn't seen Gregor since her disappearance. He just figured that he was hiding in a corner somewhere.
"The sun is rising. The search will continue tomorrow after I retire." He said to himself and slowly walked to his coffin.

Chapter 14

"Jenn? Wake up! Jenn!?"
Someone (who wasn't very happy) was outside the barn banging on the door and screaming.
"Jenn. I know that you're in there, so you might as well come out."
It was a woman's voice. So that left out the possibility of the person at the door being Xavier or Gregor...
"Zena?" Jenn asked the sleepiness still in her voice.
"No der ya dip! Who else would it be? Now get your ass out here!" Zena definitely was NOT happy.
Jenn slowly stood up, stretched, and hope that Zena had cooled down a bit. She slowly meandered towards the barn's door. Taking her time as she did so.
She pushed open the door and looked around for Zena. Jenn make a complete circle and didn't see her.
Then a twig broke somewhere ahead of her.
Before she could barely turn her head, her arm was pinned behind her back, her hand almost touching her shoulder. The pain was incredible. Then she was pushed onto the ground, face first.
"Now. If you come with me without a fight, I might not have to hurt you." an unknown male voice said into her ear. But unfortunately for her, no way was Jenn going to go without a fight.
With all of the energy she could muster, Jenn sent a wave of pure energy right his way to force him off of her.
Lucky for her, she still had a lot of energy stored up for just an occasion. She was NOT getting kidnapped again. Unlucky for her, the guy she was fighting, also, happened to be a vampire, so he was up in a flash. He was also way older than her in vampire years so he was stronger than she was.
While she was analyzing this situation, his boot made impact with her left shin, and she flew. Once Jenn made contact with the ground she realized that he had broken the bone, she was also pretty sure that the impact from the ground had broken a few of her ribs. She couldn't put any weight on the leg, she couldn't even touch it, and it hurt way, way, WAY, too much to be possible.
Before she could tell how much time had passed the man was standing above her, and so was Zena, just standing there, watching. "I told you so." his boot then made contact with her nose.
Before the darkness took over Jenn heard Zena say, "I told you she would fight."
Xavier was in his study, trying to pinpoint where Jennifer might be running to.
They had already checked her mother's house. Nope.
They checked all around her hometown. Nope.
The checked her relatives' houses. Nope.
He was running out of ideas.
If she was randomly running around in the country there was a slim to none chance of finding her.
"I need to find her..."
"Gregor?"
"Nope."
"Hello Zena." She was standing at the base of the spiral stairs looking slightly sinister. Camo tank-top, cut-off jeans, commando boots, with a ponytail and dark shades. It was very disturbing.
Zena grabbed a chair, pulled it over to her and sat in it with her hands on the backrest. "Guess what? I