AMBER'S POV
I heard the sink, turn on, and suddenly, loud piercing screams invaded the cabin. Tim was crying in agony. I felt bad for pushing him to be careful. This is what I get for being cautious. I put my clothes back on as if I could somehow wear some dignity.
There was a knock on the door, subtle, but I heard it. Ignoring Tim’s incessant wailing, I went to the door. When I went to the door, I was immediately frozen with fear, this was supposed to be a secluded island in the middle of nowhere. No one should know where we are.
Hesitantly, I reached for the doorknob. Perhaps it was just the wind, my imagination tends to run wild sometimes. It didn’t help that Tim was screaming like a woman in the background. This was like the beginning of every horror movie, and I wondered what monster waited for me on the other side. Well, aren’t I lucky? I didn’t have to wait very long to find out.
The door shot open, blasting my hair back, making me feel like one of those models standing in front of a fan like in those fake shampoo commercials. My eyes became pools of sand from sudden dryness, plus, a fly died in my eye. I tried to blink it out in agony.
I didn’t want to admit it, I’m a full grown woman, but I definitely peed a little. I didn’t have time to scream for help, not that I could breathe. The air had been knocked out of my lungs. The last thing I saw before I fainted was a beautiful angel.
TIM’S POV
I looked at my genitals, mourning it as if it died. My balls had disappeared into a cave unknown. I tried to be manly and not cry, but the water which should’ve offered comfort, felt like I was dripping lighter fluid onto myself. In the past, I’ve been shot, stabbed, beaten, run over, and was fine; but I felt like that extended pleasure condom would be the death of me. I felt certain of it.
In the distance, I heard the door slam open and thought nothing of it. Amber was probably storming off, sulking, and being selfish. She didn’t even care that I was in pain. She laughed at my manhood, she matched me tear for tear, only I was suffering and she was enjoying it.
Regardless of her inhumanity, I forced myself to be calm. I got dressed in the bathroom, ignoring the smell of burnt flesh and tire rubber.
“Amber?” I croaked. I tried to sound more masculine, but my voice came out weak, soft, and high-pitched like Alvin the chipmunk. “Amber?”
Call it intuition, but I had a funny feeling about this. I searched the whole cabin and she was nowhere to be found, I couldn’t sense her. The door was closed, perhaps she went in the woods. Despite my reasoning, I still had doubts. I had this nagging suspicion that she was gone. Focusing elsewhere, other than on my manhood, it felt like Amber had just disappeared.
AMBER’S POV
I woke up in the trunk of a car. I didn’t know where I was, how far I’d traveled, or the face of my abductor. I was in the fetal position, my knees were pressed against my face, my limbs felt sore and stiff, as if my joints were made of lead. I was practically choking on my own hair. Covered in sweat, I felt like I was on fire.
I could feel every bump and divot in the road, every sharp turn, every stop, and the pressure of being in the same cramped position only intensified. I could barely breathe, not because there wasn’t any air, but because I farted. I was so gassy. I fart whenever I’m nervous in addition to getting nosebleeds.
If someone were to find my body right now, one would think I’d been dead for weeks, just a bloody carcass. The smell eroding from my ass smelt like death itself. I choked and gagged. My hands were free and for that I was thankful. In the movies, people in this situation always do something badass and escape. Remember Kill Bill and how she punched her way out of a coffin, I decided I could do that too.
I punched the hard steel and almost broke my fist. Maybe if I hit it at an angle. I hit the trunk door again, caught something sharp and pointy, a jagged edge, and cut my knuckles open, exposing a large gash. I farted again, practically tasting it. Saliva pooled in my mouth, I really, really wanted to throw-up.
The car stopped abruptly, causing me to bang my head on a dagger. I actually just hit my head on my knee, but who knew knees could be so boney? Car doors opened and closed, my heart was racing, and the only thing I could assume was that I’d been captured by the Illuminati.
Blinded by the light, I saw her again. Her hair was golder than the sun. Her eyes looked like sparkling emeralds, glinting with mischief, and not at all inviting. Her smile made me pee a little more. I farted again and she grimaced, smacking her lips together in disgust.
“You smell like garbage,” she hissed.
“And you look like a bitch,” I retorted.
“Do you know who I am?” She asked. I snorted, I didn’t care. She acted like she was part of the Mafia. If she wasn’t the Illuminati, I was safe. Maybe not safer, I mean, I’m in a trunk of a car.
“Hello Amber,” she said. My heart sank. How did she even know my name?
“My name is Victoria.”
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VampireAmber is an average human girl. She meets a very sexy vampire named Tim and she becomes instantly attracted to him. Tim is oblivious to her feelings. He only wants to drink her blood. Over time their friendship blossoms into a hot and embarrassi...