Hey guys it's me, Max and this is the beginning of Bitten- you can still read the sneek peek but you don't have to. I'd love it if I got some feedback of what you think about it! Enjoy reading!
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Chapter one
I clenched my fists until my knuckles were white and numb. I wanted to hit something. I was being hunted by my own kind.
"Killed." I growled out loud. That's what they were going to do to me the Carverians family. All because I wasn't ready to settle down with their oldest son, Wesley, and have his little bloodsuckers. I turned down his proposal and I'd gladly do it again. I had been trained to take down animals like him but I wasn't going to get cocky now. I walked into an empty elevator and pressed a black button that said 30 and it illumitated to green.
Then it stopped and let two old women in, I stood infront while they held onto the hard silver metal bars in the back. I wore a black X tank top, it didn't cover my scars at all, black tight jeans, and back non heel boots. I heard small gasps of horror and small whispers in the back.
"Look at those." An old woman whispered. Refuring to my scars and cuts.
I felt the corner of my mouth move upward. Yes, I had suffered but Wesley was going to suffer more. Then, the elevator stopped, opened on my floor, and I got off.
I jogged up four fleets of cement stairs. I finally twisted a silver metal handle and walked on to the building's roof top. I looked over the edge. The thought of pushing Wesley off this building not only pleased me but made the ends of my mouth curl with excitment. I was biting my tongue to keep from crusing. usually some one would think a woman would be able to turn down a marriage propsal if she didn't like the man or didn't want to get married. Obviously not in this case. I kept staring down and saw cars stuck in traffic, a woman scream, car horns blarring, a dog barking, and the sounds of a late night TV special.
The moon was so big it was hard to ignore but the stars didn't light up the sky like thousands of candles. That's when I heard it, the sound of a crunching leaves, someone was behind me. I whirrled around surprisingly fast. I saw him, watching me. Just staring.
"I could still call off my family right now if you agree to marry me, Hell." he said. He looked under his nails. His arrogence reaked like whiskey. His light brown hair hung in his midnight blue eyes. He used his size and height to intimadate, which he does very well. Could I take him?
I stood just staring at him. "I apologize for spoiling your bloodust Wesley, but I think I answered that same question from a guy that looked a lot like you. The answer hasn't changed... NO." I said crossing my arms.
He looked me up and down. His eyes feeling like dirt rubbing on my skin.
"Helena... Think of how powerful we could be together. Think of how incredible and talented our children could be." he said. Everything became silent, then he went on. "Our house will be large and our wedding would be unforgettable."
I slammed my fist into his face and grabbed his neck, feeling more than satisfied when he grunted trying to stifle the sound of his pain.
"Enough." I said in a calm voice.
He laughed humorlessly and smiled. "You want it too. Your pride won't let you admit it. You want me."
"Why would I want to marry you?" I growled
"'Cause, babe I've got everything you'd ever need. Everything you want." This guy really didn't know what the word 'no' meant.
"I don't know how many more languages I'm going to have to tell you in." I tightened my hold on his neck.
"I could protect you." he said.
"Oh..." I laughed. "Wesley... I have you by the throat what makes you think I'm the one needing to be protected?"
What an arrogent, air headed, bas-
My thoughts were cut short when he caught me off guard and twist my hand behind my back. He almost forced me off the edge of the roof. I struggled to keep my balance, he was the only thing keeping me up. SHIT!
"THIS." he smirked. "Looks like the choice has been taken out of your hands." his breath smelled like mints as it traveled down my neck. "Last chance... Marry me?"
My arm was starting to ache, it was a shit plan but I'd rather die. "No." I gasped and threw my head back into his chin. I heard bones crunch, then he let me go, I felt my arms wave forward and backward to keep my balance but my feet weren't as productive. I lost my balance and just like that I was falling...
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-Max
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