The more she stared at him the more she was intrigued by his presence. Even though the house that belonged to Dylan Quincy was full to capacity he stood out in the crowd. She watched his every move the moment she had laid eyes on this gorgeous creature. From each sip he took of his dark red punch, to the laughs he emitted while chatting amongst his circle of friends and down to the subtle way he swept his short light brown hair away from his oddly pale face. She had even heard a few girls, who were obviously hypnotized by him as well, whisper his name. Jorgen. What a unique name she thought. It did suit him well though, a mysterious name for a mysterious man.
"Stare hard enough and you'll burn a hole in his head." Blake jumped and turned to Zahara, the woman she had met two weeks ago at the club she worked at. Zahara had invited her to the party and since it was a change from her usual Saturday nights that involved her curled up in her bed watching a horror movie, she decided to take her up on the offer.
Blake smiled at Zahara who shared her deep mahogany complexion. Both women were attractive beyond measure but Zahara exhumed this supermodel presence. Her hair was in crinkle curls that laid on her shoulders. She was dressed super sexy in a short green skirt that showed off her amazing legs and her tight green and white tee squeezed her moderately sized breasts up and into the view of anyone she spoke with. Blake almost felt underdressed in her plain summer dress that hung onto her slightly voluptuous frame.
"Do you want to meet him?" Zahara asked. "He's a dear friend of mine and he loves meeting new people." She wrapped a slender arm around Blake's shoulder and started walking towards the balcony where Jorgen and his crew had moved to.
"Oh, no. That's OK. I'd be too embarrassed." Blake blushed and tried to pull away but Zahara held tight.
"Don't worry. He caught you staring a few times and asked me personally to bring you over." Blake wanted to crawl into a hole and die when she heard he had seen her practically drooling over him. Zahara reached out and opened the door that led to the balcony and Blake scanned her eyes over the three men, aside from Jorgen, and the two girls in the group. All were incredibly pleasing to the eye. The guys each gave off that bad-ass persona and the girls were both on the small side and reminded her of the girls from high school who used to tease her for not being stick thin. What Blake couldn't get over was how pale all six of them were. Did they get enough sunlight?
"Guys, this is Blake. I met her at Harold's two weeks ago. Isn't she lovely?" Zahara cooed and stood her in front of the crowd. "This is Kevin, Zack, Randy, Tabitha, Mandy and..."
"I'm Jorgen." he said before Zahara could introduce him and he approached Blake and took her hand in his. He kissed it lightly and she felt herself grow weak.
"So how do you like Timber Pledge so far Blake?" Tabitha spoke after the group was silent. Blake tore her attention from Jorgen's captivating green and brown eyes and looked at Tabitha with a raised eyebrow. How did she know she had just moved into town? "Zahara told us you were new in town." Tabitha said, as if reading her mind.
"Oh, well it's only been about a month but things are looking up." she smiled.
"Have you been given a proper tour? We'd love to show you around." Kevin piped in.
"Yeah, what do you say? Tomorrow night would be good." Randy added.
"I don't know. I do have to work tomorrow night." Blake explained.
"We could start early and be done before you have to be in." Zahara said. "You start your shift at eleven right?"
"Yeah, how did you know?" Blake rose her eyebrow again in suspicion.
"Lucky guess." Zahara smiled as she shrugged her shoulders.
"So, we'll pick you up around 8?" Kevin smiled.
"Can't we do it earlier? How about around four or five?" Blake asked.
"The town is so much prettier at night." Jorgen said and brought her attention to him. "Eight?" he smiled and Blake just nodded her head yes. "Great! Kevin, Zahara and I will swing by and pick you up."
Blake stayed and chatted with the group for a while and she decided to call it a night when 2 AM hit. She pulled her tiny Camaro into the parking lot in front of her apartment building and crawled out of her car. She walked inside her apartment and threw her purse on the couch. She made it to her bedroom and collapsed as soon as she reached the bed.
A cold chill woke Blake from her dream. She sat up in the gritty white sand that encompassed one of Timber Pledge's nationally admired beaches. "How did I get here?" she said aloud and rubbed her eyes. She looked down at her body and she had on a beautiful sheer white spaghetti strap dress. She stood and walked around barefoot as the wind blew her hair around her face. She pushed back strands that had fallen into her eyes and saw a tall figure in the foggy night approaching her.
"Hello?" she called to the figure. As it got closer she recognized the figure as Jorgen. She sighed a little relieved as they were face to face.
"Are you afraid?" he asked and brought a hand to her cheek.
"Why should I be afraid?" she countered and licked her suddenly dry lips.
Jorgen pulled her slightly closer to her and leaned down to place his lips on her neck. He sucked on the chocolate skin and Blake moaned with pleasure. "I have been waiting for you Blake." he breathed against her neck. "Searching for you. Be by my side my Queen."
What did he mean by that? Blake could hardly think straight as she felt pressure build on her neck. Jorgen was biting her. Her mind comprehended this as she heard her skin tear. Jorgen was sinking his sharp teeth into her neck. Blood trailed from her neck onto the part of the dress that covered her breasts. She screamed out in pain and beat her fists against Jorgen's shoulder for him to stop. He held her arms with his as she watched the blood stain disappear from her dress and trail back up the side of her neck. The blood was going towards Jorgen's lips which were plastered on her wound. Was he drinking her blood? What the hell was happening? Blake felt her body go cold and she grew limp in Jorgen's arms.
"You're mine now." Jorgen whispered after releasing her and laying her gently in the sand. He kissed her lips lightly and disappeared into the fog.
Blake opened her eyes and she was in her bedroom. She jumped up and immediately rubbed her neck. It was all a dream; a weird dream. She looked at her clock which read 7:45 PM. She had slept for 17 hours! She jumped out of bed realizing that Jorgen and his friends would be at her place in 15 minutes. She showered quickly and pulled on a pair of jeans and a tank top. As she pulled her hair into a ponytail she heard her doorbell ring. She walked out of her bedroom and to the door.
"Hey sweetie." Zahara smiled and kissed her cheek as she entered her home. Zahara noticed her worn out face. "Did you get enough sleep last night?"
"More than enough. I just woke up less than twenty minutes ago." Blake said and grabbed her purse and slid her red polished toes into a pair of thong sandals.
