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My ears pricked back, I heard the scream. It deafened me. But then. It just stopped. Dead.

I growled and leaped from my seat, almost ripping the door from its hinges as I exploded into the main garage, bolting toward her car. I heard her slow breath, she was unconscious and something else was there.

I ripped open her door and instinctively leant over her, looking into the face of the blonde vampire. “You!” I growled, not forgetting his face from the bar yesterday.

He smiled sweetly at me. "Heya there, wolfie. You don't mind if I take a sip of your girlfriend, do you? I'm just a bit thirsty and I won't hurt her."

"Of course I do! Get away from her!"

"Now, now, wolfie," he said in a patronisingly stern voice. "No one has to get hurt if you just let me have a sip. One sip. That's all. I promise."

"May I warn you, I've just eaten and if you want a drink, that means you're hungry," I grinned.

"You're so very innocent," he replied, grinning. "I'm not thirsty at all." His tone changed slightly and I felt like it pulling at me as he said "Now you will let me feed off this witch."

"No. I won't." I growled, "Back. Off."

The vampire grabbed my hand with lightning speed and jerked me towards him in one movement. As I lay across Flora, he leant down and whispered in my ear "You will do as I say now," his tone more forceful and less resistible than before."

Something pulled in me, a force; the instinct to protect... "No. I. Won't." I growled, bringing a fist straight up into his jaw but he swiftly countered with his fangs sinking into my fist. Perfect. It bought me enough time to drag a small wooden spike from my pocket and clearly show him it. "I don't believe you want the final death today, bat-boy.”

He froze, eyes suddenly focused on the spike. "You care a lot about this witch," he said, meaning to sneer but the strain was audible in his tone. "You know she doesn't love you back, right?" And quickly, he had opened the car door and slipped off, somehow disappearing in broad daylight.

"No, I just promised I'd protect her," I murmured with a faint smile, retracting back to her side, "Flora... Flora?" She looked like she was in a trance. How the hell did you wake someone up from a trance? I resigned with a sigh and picked her up, carefully kissing her cheek, "you're gonna be so much trouble." I whined, noticing the Sleeping Beauty trick didn’t work.

I took her to my freshly made bed. I say freshly made, it was made a few months ago but I hadn’t slept in it. I laid her down carefully as if she was a porcelain doll before drawing up a chair at her bedside and checking her temperature at regular intervals. I wasn’t sure what this was, I wasn’t a doctor... I’m not even close. But when her eyes flickered, something in me jumped.

"Flora? Flora! You're up!" I grinned, rubbing the back of her hand frantically.

She sat up with surprising energy, her voice high and alert, "was I asleep?" She looked down and frowned, "whose bed is this?" She looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Mine and you were unconscious."

She looked thoughtful, before continuing uncertainly, “no, I wasn't," she said slowly. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, suddenly looking very fragile. "I was hypnotised, wasn't I?" she asked, her voice barely louder than a murmur.

"Hmm, quite possibly. You looked unconscious..."

"Well, of course," she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “he put me in a deep trance. How long have I been... out of it?"

"About two hours and a bit."

"Wow, that's disorientating," she murmured. I thought she was coping considerably well before she suddenly swallowed hard and tears came to her eyes. "What was his accent?" she whispered.

"Boston... American," I paused, “Damn Punk.”

"Phew," she said, but she didn't look very relieved to me. In fact, she looked like she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. "Why did it have to look like him?" she asked, anguished.

"I don't know, sweetie, fate is cruel like that," I murmured, pushing hair from her face.

She stared up at me, with wide, vulnerable blue eyes which glinted in the light, "you saved me," she murmured, as if only just realising this.

I smiled softly, warmly and comfortingly at her, tilting my head slightly, "Of course, I said I'd protect you."

She frowned, "yeah, for totally the wrong reason." She rolled onto her front, resting on her arms. "You ruined the moment. I was going to kiss your cheek like in the movies."

"I'm protecting you," I continued in a very low whisper, "because... I care about you."

She slowly rolled back onto her back. She gazed with an almost disconcerting intensity into my eyes, searching for any hint that I could be lying. Satisfied with what she saw, she leant up and pecked me on the cheek, withdrawing almost instantly. But before she did, there was something like to an explosion in my mind... I disregarded this, however, because Flora was blushing in the cutest way imaginable.

"Flora..." I murmured.

"Yeah," she replied, her eyes locking onto mine as if mine possessed some sort of magnetic quality.

I stared into her eyes for a moment before breaking it, a cold snap breaking in my chest. "Would you like a drink?" I swallowed with a grimace.

Pain flashed in her eyes but she swallowed it and replied "Erm... yes please." I turned away, the pain in her eyes was too much for me and I had to move away. The thudding in my heart was too much to bear. I needed to distract myself... I refused to admit it... admit what the feeling could be. I don’t believe in it... not like that. I shook my head and growled, grabbing a glass from the kitchen and filling it with water.

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