Just as I was about to turn to the hallway by my right, an extremely hot, white, blinding pain shot through my whole body, forcing me down to my knees.

I began to gasp for air when the awful pressure in my chest slowly drifted to my muscles. It wasn't long before I was running out of breath fast.

"No one dared to slam a door in my face," He came over and peered down at me challengingly, "not even a regular vampire."

His red eyes moved to my throat and I could feel the pain suddenly become worse. My body fell to the ground with a small thud, my hands clamped around my neck desperately trying to stop the excruciating ache and my heart pounding faster than ever. I'm sure he could even hear it from the way he was grinning the whole time.

"You...you're not allowed to use th-those electrifying powers of yours on us—in school!" I breathed out, almost colliding with his legs.

"Hmm, you even talk back? Well, this should be fun." He raised an eyebrow with an impressed smirk plastered on his face. He clearly was enjoying this—but I wasn't, not even in the slightest manner.

"I-I don't want any trouble—I promise!" I forced the words out, staring into his wild eyes.

From the dark look in his eyes, he surely needed trouble from me. And that's the last thing I needed from him.

"Well, I'm going to let you go," His voice came out calm and shady, "only on one condition."

"F-first of all," I clenched through my teeth, "take your filthy hands off me!"

The next thing I knew he was hovering above me. Within a second, his hands had me pinned completely to the ground, and his eyes slowly scanned my appearance. I could almost feel his weight on me as our hips were slightly touching. I narrowed my eyes at him when he cocked his head to the side, an unreadable emotion evidently laying within his unwavering eyes. I didn't even realize that I was glaring at him the whole time. When I finally realized that our eyes had locked into a gaze and hasn't faltered a bit, I quickly turned my face away from his reach, almost blushing in embarrassment.

The way he was watching me very closely sent chills all over my body. His eyes has refused to break away from my face the entire time. He looked like he was trying to figure out some kind of puzzle—what was actually going on in my mind at the moment. Or perhaps it was very my own imagination?

"W-what are you doing?" I whispered in a small trembling voice.

A not-so-aching feeling rushed through my chest when his hands settled on my hips, his dark eyes searching my face for something I couldn't fathom. When I felt his fingers slide up my waist, my breath seized in my throat. For a moment, I almost forgot to breathe.

My heart began to ache in fear when he lowered his face closer to mine; the sudden sinister look in his eyes immediately reminded me of who—no, what I was dealing with. I began to struggle, wriggle, squirm, but nothing happened. His strength was just no match for mine, surprisingly.

He chuckled and tilted my head to the side. "For a moment, it seemed like you were actually enjoying this, and now you're fighting me?" He shook his head with a nasty smile. There was amusement and anger all tingled on his face, and from the looks of it, he was either going to mark me right here or drink from me right now. 

When I didn't talk again, he returned his glare back to me and continued, "You humans are just so inevitable." This time there was hatred and coldness in his eyes as he spoke and I could feel his hands tense on my sides too.

"I hate you too," I narrowed my eyes at him, not letting my guard down this time.

He narrowed his eyes back at me and squeezed the fleshy region of my waist with his long nails, almost too painful for my liking. A small scream escaped my lips as he dug even deeper, but as fast as it came out, his hands were already wrapped my lips, suppressing it into nothing but a small sinful groan. I fought to breathe, but he had other plans in mind, obviously.

One thing I'm sure of is that...I'm not going to end up being the seventh body that'd lay next to this filthy sucker.

"When I say let go of me, I mean it dumbass!" I snapped, and struck my sore palm against his left cheek, panting heavily as his hands went rigid and still. By the time I've finally managed to catch my breath, his lips were already pressed into what seems like an angry clinch, clenching and unclenching in dark fury. I gasped softly when a red stain on his cheek caught my attention.

Okay, maybe I did a very bad thing.

******

"LET GO!"

His grip tightened even more as he silently dragged me out of the empty hall to his next lair of doom. He was silent the whole time but his actions proved that there was more to his silence.

And then it clicked.

He didn't need to because he knew that I'll be doing more of the talking when I face the crowd.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit! Maybe I should've just been submissive . . .

But it's not my fault I don't like him either!

A low growl slipped out of his lips and before I could comprehend what had just happened, my body was slammed against a stack of books. Piles and piles of heavy books crumbling down on top of me like that of raindrops.

When my body refused to move, I thought I was dead and already living an afterlife, but a yank from above pulled me out of death's call and slammed me against whatever laid by my side.

The intense and sharp pains that shot through my spine immediately reminded me of how 'human' I was, and how 'weak' I should be. I couldn't even suppress the scream that I was holding the whole time, the pains were excruciatingly painful.

So, that's why he pulled me up? To force my numb body to the pains . . .

At the thought of that, I let out a subconscious growl and tried my desperate best to scratch out the evidence of my rebellious act on his filthy face.

But boy was he faster than me! 

His hands caught my wrists before I could barely make a move on him and the look on his face wasn't even helping. He was clearly lusting after my blood.

It was as if he had taken three steps into the future and predicted my every move within the blink of an eye!

He must have seen the writhing shock on my face because the frown on his face was completely wiped out, a smug look lingering at the corners of his lips.

Oh no.

With both hands in his pockets, he crouched down and leaned towards my bruised face, staring at the open book housing my messed up face, then at my furious eyes, slightly smirking.

He was testing my patience, wasn't he?

I snorted and held my breath when a wave of hot breaths kissed my cheeks. It was unexpected that was why I was quick to blush and shy away, especially as the close proximity wasn't helping at all.

"You fucking slapped me," He gritted through his teeth, not moving away. "are you in your right senses?"

I was about to yell, "I could do it again" but my tongue suddenly lost the will to move, I felt more self-conscious than usual. It was then I noticed that we've been staring at each other, deep breaths engulfing every other sound in this room.

Then his eyes flickered to my cheeks, causing them to flare up against its will. Was there some thing on my face?

Possibly blood.

Shit, blood.

Groaning, I turned my face to the side and instantly used the opportunity to free myself from his grip, swimming my way through the ocean of books around us.

To my greatest relief, he didn't seize that moment to slam me against anything again. I'm pretty sure I'd have been knocked out if he did.

When I noticed that he was just there, watching and enjoying my misery, something inside of me snapped. I quipped, "You done humiliating me? I've a class to attend right now." Coldness dripped out of my tone, but I didn't realize that I'd just accepted his challenge and wobbled my way to the nearest table.

And before I could even stand upright and move any further, a rough yanking on my scarf sent me back into the arms of my nightmare, almost strangling me in the process.

Oh my Lord. What's with this guy and yanking?

He wrapped the scarf around his fingers, tightening the air in my throat. "You obviously don't know who you're messing with, nerd." The darkness in his chuckle was compelling and powerful enough to make me go weak to my knees- which I almost did by the way, but it also sent an unfamiliar kind of shiver down my spine.

My bruised spine.

With a small chuckle, I replied, "Neither do you, chucklehead." It was true. He didn't know who I was.

The frown on his lips was now matching the look in his eyes. He was pissed, but I knew it wasn't what I said that pissed him off. Something else was ticking in his head, that I noticed.

"You little runt!" My neck felt like a glove to his hands as he pressed hard against it, fuming as more chuckles erupted from my quivering lips. His eyes were swirling with colors I had never seen in my life and that was what ticked the alarm in my mind.

No. It can't be.

Even though my jaws were clenching and I was growling at him, the blood in my face was drained out completely, both from suffocation and from realization.

Shit. Is he . . . the one?

As if he read my mind, his eyes drifted to mine, darkening with curiosity and amusement. But like a blanket of darkness, it was replaced with a hard, blank look.

"After now, you'll remember nothing but the pains that followed after," was the last words I heard before a small buzzing scream scratched somewhere beneath my mind,

"Mark me, you'll regret it once you find—"

until there was nothingness.