Becca and The Vampire
Becca rolled over that next morning and opened her eyes to feel the sun on her face. Remembering what had happen last night she smiled thinking of the handsome man who found her. She looked at her cell phone that was still on in her jean pocket. Twenty missed calls from her parents. Rolling her eyes, she shut it off. Laying back on the bed she rolled over and pain shot through her knee. She let out a yelp and rolled back into the position she was in before. That's when the door came open and Ethan hurried in wearing only a pair of sleeping pants. She stared at his six pack abs and large biceps.
"Are you alright?" He asked walking over to the bed.
"Yes, I just moved my knee wrong. I'm sorry to frighten you." She whispered as she trailed her eyes down his body.
"Like what you see Becca?" He chuckled.
"Yes...I mean No! No, I mean! Yes...I do." She stammered.
Ethan laughed and went to sit down. Becca's taupe skin glowed in the morning sun light. It added something to her natural beauty. She reached out and softly touch Ethan's shoulder.
"I think you are a really good-looking man." She whispered.
"I figured that when you couldn't take your eyes off me."
"I'm sorry..." She whispered.
Ethan shook his head and leaned in and kissed her forehead. Becca looked up at him with a smile on her face. Looking at her lip he softly brushed his thumb over it.
"Doesn't it hurt to smile?" He whispered.
"Yes, it does."
"Rebecca, you are so beautiful. I know I only met you last night, but I think I’m getting feelings for you."
"I don't understand. I'm not that pretty and you hardly know me." She whispered.
"I can get to know you if you let me." He whispered looking into her eyes.
'Why do you care so much Ethan?"
"Because you deserve to be treated much better than what you are. I want to protect you."
"Why? You don't know who I am."
Ethan shook his head and smiled at her. Rebecca looked at him with a serious look on her face.
"Rebecca. It doesn't matter why I want to protect you."
"It does to me." She protested.
"I want to protect you because you deserve it. Now tell me what happened in the Alley."
Rebecca shook her head and laid back on the bed. Ethan crawled over and lightly straddled her. Rebecca eyes flew open and she stared at him. He could see the fear in her eyes.
"What's wrong?" Ethan asked her.
"What are you going to do to me?"
That's when he noticed how she was shaking beneath him and he started putting the pieces of the puzzle together. She's been in this position before and it wasn't pleasant for her. Anger coursed through Ethan's veins and his fangs poked through. Rebecca withered underneath him and whimpered. Ethan rolled off her and got off the bed standing in front of the window watching ships on the canal.
"Rebecca, what do they do to you?"
"I think I already know Rebecca."
"Just let it go." She whispered.
Ethan turned around and looked at her. Rebecca had tears running down her face as she stared at the ceiling above her. She saw images of the men in her mind. She could almost feel the pain they had sent through her body. She sat up and looked over at Ethan who was looking at her with sorrow in his eyes.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed what happened to you." Ethan apologized.
"I....They...My parents would sell me as a prostitute. They let men have sex with me."
Ethan let out a growl and Rebecca gasped and stared at him. Oh shit, now you done it you idiot. Ethan thought as he stared at the girl in front of her.
“What was that?” Rebecca whispered.
“It was nothing. My stomach growls really loud.”
“That’s not a stomach growl it was like you were an animal.”
Ethan shook his head and walked over to her and tried to grab her hand but, Rebecca pulled it away and backed to the far side of the bed.
“Becca… It was my stomach. Relax, I’m not going to hurt you. It physically impossible for me to growl like an animal. Please you have to trust me.” Ethan whispered softly.
Rebecca stared at him and nodded as she looked down at her hands. There was something strange and inhuman about Ethan, but she couldn’t place her finger on it. She had heard myths that vampires existed and roamed the city but those were only goulash stories people told during Mardi Gras. Ethan walked over and sat on the bed beside her and slowly stroked her face. Rebecca stared up at him and he noticed she was shaking.
“You don’t need to be afraid of me.” He whispered.
“You don’t understand how hard it is not to be afraid of men. I was fourteen the first time they sold me to a man…I remember screaming for help…repeatedly. Nobody came and helped me. Nobody cared when I didn’t leave my room for three days because I was in so much pain. A week later, my grandma Darlene tried to take my parents to court for custody of me. My father threatened to kill her, and she dropped the charges because she was afraid he would think I asked her to do it. Ever since then I am no longer allowed to visit or talk to her. If I did, my father said he would kill me and her.” Becca cried.
“You had a good relationship with you grandmother then?” Ethan asked as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
“Yes, but the past three years I haven’t seen or even talked to her. I didn’t want Armando to hurt her. I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this. I hardy know you.”
“I want you to know me.” Ethan blurted out.
Deep down he knew it was beyond dangerous letting her live with him, but he couldn’t let her return home to those monsters who sell her to be raped by disgusting slobs. Becca stared into Ethan’s hazel eyes as her bottom lip quivered from trying to keep from crying.