Rachel closed and locked the library door, and turned towards the street. Brian was using the car again, though why, she didn't know. He didn't really have any friends to hang with. Her brother, who had aspergers and was finishing his second year of college, didn't know how to make friends.
She felt really bad, considering that he was such a nice boy and tried so hard, but right now she just felt angry that he took the car again. She was going to have to walk the five miles to the hospital so she could get a ride home with her dad, who was still working.
Sighing, she swung her bag higher on her shoulder and began the walk. The sun was just setting, and the sky was a dark blue already in the east. To the west, orange light shone through the trees of the park near the library.
Rachel loved living in Minnesota; the trees, the animals, the summer weather, the lakes... "If only there were no mosquitoes.", she thought to herself as she swatted a few away. "Pesky little blood-suckers..."
She walked down the sidewalk. The street was busy during the day, but that was because it was downtown and near the highschool.
There weren't actually that many buildings around, and there were large, dark alleys between the buildings. If Rachel had been a more cautious, shy girl, she might have been afraid of the alleys, just a little bit. But no, Rachel was a flamboyant, adventure-seeking type of girl.
It was very important for her to be so. She had to draw attention away from her socially awkward brother... and the fact that she was at least 45 pounds overweight. No one cool in highschool had seemed to care that she was "fat", (especially after she had turned 18; other people seemed to feel that she was equal to them only as an adult) if she acted like she thought she wasn't.
Rachel was thinking about the newest shipment of books the library had just gotten (she was volunteering there over the summer until she finally went off to college) when she heard a movement from the alley-way to her left. Her head turned quickly in that direction.
She had read enough books and seen enough movies to know that the heroin always got snatched walking alone at night. In fact, she and her best friend Lizzy had just been talking about how they should walk outside at night more often, since that would be the most likely time they would be spirited away by some handsome, fantastical creature.
Lizzy wanted a sexy werewolf man, but Rachel said she'd take anything, vampire or fairy, male or female, as long as they weren't human (Rachel was bisexual anyway- she wasn't too picky, though she thought sex might be more fun with a guy, due to the difference in genitalia.
In the alley, however, Rachel did not see a fantastical beast- all she saw was a few garbage cans and a rusty fire escape, hidden in shadow. She watched the garbage bags stir in the slight breeze for a few seconds, then shivered with a sudden chill and continued on.
When she got to the next alley, she heard the noise again. This time, when she looked over, there, at the front of the alley-way, was a tall figure.
All she saw was a flash of white hair, and strong shoulders before the person closed in on her, raised his fingertips to to eyelids, and said in a deep, smooth voice, "Go to sleep." Her eyelids drooped, suddenly heavy, and everything turned black.
Rachel woke up to a light whisper of "Awaken." Her eyelids fluttered open, but her thick, wavy-curly mixture of dirty blonde hair blocked her sight.
She tried to raise a hand to move it. but found her both her wrists bound in silk that was wrapped several times around each wrist, securing her arms in an outspread position. She tried moving her feet, but they, too, were bound. In the end, filled with fear, she turned her head to the side and shook it a few times, letting it all fall to the side.
When she could finally see again, she was looking up at dark red cloth, the top of one of those old fashioned beds with the curtains. There were dark red blankets covering her up to her stomach, made of perhaps light cotton. Her clothes, she thought thankfully, were on.
She tiled her head upward and forward as much as she could, and saw a youngish-looking man sitting in a plush golden chair in the corner of the small room that contained the bed. The only other furniture was a bed-stand to her right, a large boudoir on the wall to her left, and two doors out of the room. Only one had a handle.
"This is going to be fun." said the young man. Rachel turned her attention to him again. He had a long, lean body, with toned muscles under a tight black shirt. He wore dark jeans, but Rachel couldn't see his shoes. His face was cold, arrogant, and lustful. His mouth was open in a beautiful, deadly smile, and Rachel didn't know if it was just her imagination, but his canines looked a bit longer and pointier that most.
His nose was thin but defined, a regal-looking combination, and his eyes- well, those were special. They were a dark crimson, almost glowing in the soft, seductive light of the room that came from a hushed light in the ceiling. His hair was a shock of white, and his eyebrows the same, which complemented his eyes in an eerie yet almost shamefully grand way.
This man was like something out of a fairytale, and while Rachel was still scared, she also felt... aroused. And exited.
The man stood up and walked to Rachel. He looked at her with his arrogant, lustful eyes and stroked her cheek once, then started playing with her hair.
"What's your name, girl?" he asked forcefully, stopping his hand for a second and looking her straight in the eye. "Rachel" she responded quickly and suddenly, shocking herself. If she had been in this situation at any other time, she would have given a false name, or at least thought about it for a second, but this man's words seemed to pull the answer from her before she could find it herself.
"Rachel..." the man trailed off thoughtfully, playing with her hair again. "Well, the others were certainly right. You do smell exquisite." the man said, almost as if discussing a well-prepared meal, or a fine bottle of wine. "I'm glad I got to you first." he told her, looking back at her face once more."Hold still." he said.
Rachel didn't move as he lowered his face towards hers. I little voice in the back of her head was screaming at her to move, at least a little, but the rest of her was content to stay where she was. There was a slight smile on her face. She didn't know why, but she knew she would be happy, as long as she stayed still.
The young man looked at her face for a few moments. "Not pretty, exactly. If I was being generous, I would say beautiful, being that pretty and beautiful are two different types of attractiveness, but pretty wins pageants... as does a slimmer body."
He tilted her head to one side, exposing her neck to him. He sniffed her neck, breathing in deeply. "Ahhhh..." he said. "Yes, beautiful it is."
