"Relax... I won't hurt you... Yet...."

Your POV

Those words echoed in my ears as I tried to relax myself, as he said it lowly. The room gave me an uneasy feeling. I didn't think that a room could do that in a situation like this.

The only thing I could do was to obey his every word. Doing that instead of defying him wouldn't get me killed. That's the best thing I could do.

His hand slowly moved away from my mouth as did his arm around my waist. The figure appeared in front of me. Face to face. His eyes were full of anger and another mixed emotion. I couldnt seem to figure it out.

"YN... A sexy name for a sexy girl like you." Michaels voice was low, but calm. I was shaking on the inside. How can someone like him be calm like that? That's a scary thing for a gang member like him to do. I could feel it. It was that scary type of calm. The kind before a storm is about to hit.

"Thank you Michael," I whispered since the room was still filling me with fear. I was actually a bit scared because I couldnt see him. It was too dark, almost pitch black at most. Instead of brown eyes, his eyes were an icy blue. Weren't they brown a minute ago? What the fuck?

"You seem to be scared of me girl. You should be...." Michael said and he brushed a bit of my hair behind my ear. What did that mean?

"Why should I be?"

"Because I am dangerous. More dangerous than you think YN." The tone he used seemed... Caring. Why the sudden change?

"What do you mean by dangerous? Is there something that should be scaring me?"

"Yes. Me," Michael said and he looked down for a few moments. "No one knows why I act tough around here. There's more to that. Can I trust you with what Im about to tell you?"

I nodded my head. I was curious at what he was about to tell me but now that this seemed personal to him, I had to keep my word.

"I am not like other guys here... I am something that you wouldnt think would exist." Michael then shifted his eyes to a bright red tint.

My eyes widened a little. I knew that there was something different about him. I didn't think that this would be one of them. This caught me off guard.

What the hell could he be?

"What are you?" I askes him and he turned his head towards me. Very slowly. He seemed mysterious. Hints the fact that he was being a bit intimidating. "I'll let you figure that out..."

As if on cue, a table stood behind him and he moved behind it. What was all this for?

He passed me a gun and he began to slowly undress his torso. He was masculine, yet toned. I could see every smooth curve and every ridge on his chest. Wonder how it felt on my fingertips.

He pointed to his shoulder, indicating that he wanted me to shoot him there. "Don't worry. The room is soundproof. Just do it."

I took the gun off safety and I pulled the trigger. He didn't even move. What the hell? The wound slowly started to heal by Michael pushing the bullet out by flexing his arm. The wound closed up in a blink of an eye.

What? I know I wasn't seeing what I was seeing right now. Who in the blue fuck gets shot and doesn't feel pain? On top of that, how did he heal up that fast like that without any meds?

He sensed my shock and put his shirt back on.

What do you think I am YN?

How can he talk without moving his lips like that? There is only one possible thing that I could try. Myself.

I grabbed a knife that was on the table and cut a small bit on my forearm. He was trying to controll himself. I could see it. In a blink of an eye, he was in front of me with full on attack mode written all over his face. How?

He grabbed my arm and spat on it. Gross as hell. But my wound began to heal fast. This was happening way too fast for me. I wiped the excess spit onto my pant leg and looked at him in the eyes which were an golden yellow.

"I am a vampire YN. A badass one at most." Michael said and flashed me a toothy smile to reveal sharp canines.

"How do they even exist?" I asked and he smirked.

"Because I am the first one to exist. Guess how old I am.." Michael says nonchalantly.

"Um... 20,000 years old?" I said uneasily and he shook his head. "I am younger than that. I am 18,258 years old."

"Damn... Your ass is old," I said thinking out loud and he laughed.

"Yeah and you're too young..." He said smartly and I pointed a finger at him sternly. "Watch it Count."

Soon I waa slammed into a wall with Michael's minty breath in my face. His eyes were a deep red. Dangerous, yet sexy.

"Don't make me suck the life out of you...." he growled in my ear and I smirked.