Vampire Wedding-Ch 2 (Rewrite)

CHAPTER 2

All the color drained from Meghan’s face as the stranger kept stalking toward her. With an ear piercing scream Meghan turned around and ran for her life.

As she was running she heard the man call, "You really think you can run from me?" then a mocking laugh followed.

Meghan ran straight ahead but when she went to turn her shoes protested causing her to twist her angle.

"AAAH!" she screamed as a sharp jab of pain stabbed at her ankle. Meghan stumbled, but caught herself on the edge of a building.

Looking behind her to see if the stranger was still following her. When she didn’t see him she started to panic.

Maybe he left she thought to herself not truly believing that for a moment. Meghan looked across the street and back around the corner that she came from. Still no stalker.

Meghan turned to start back towards her parent’s house when she bumped into a brick wall. Or at least it felt like a brick wall.

"Where you looking for me, love?" slowly Meghan lifted her head at the sound of the voice and let out a blood curdling scream.

When she tried to run this time he grabbed her arm and pulled her into the ally way that was beside them.

"HELP! HEL-" The stranger covered her mouth and muffled her screams.

"OW!" he shouted and quickly removed his hand from her mouth because she had bitten him.
"Somebody help me!" she tried screaming again as she struggled out of his grasp.

The breath was knocked out of her when she was slammed into a real brick wall or building.

Meghan started crying and begging.

"Please don’t hurt me," she sobbed. "I don’t have any money but-"

"Shut Up!" the man shouted in her face.

Meghan quit talking, but sobs still escaped past her lips. The man’s grip on her arms loosened as he started muttering to himself under his breath but it was too low for her to hear. Meghan secretly started kicking off her shoes while still keeping up her sobbing so that he wouldn’t pay attention to the scratching noise coming from her feet. Soon both shoes were off.

She didn’t even want to know what the substance was that was sticking to the bottom of her feet. Her stomach churned thinking of all the possibilities.

Meghan took his distracted state to her advantage and shoved him as hard as she could. When he stumbled backwards Meghan tried to run past him but again he caught her.

"Please. I’ll do whatever you want just don’t hurt me," she begged as he dragged her back into the ally way.

Due to all of her sobbing and crying it took Meghan a moment to realize that the stranger/stalker was trying to comfort her. He was holding her and patting her back. Even more strangely she was holding him back without even realizing it.

"Don’t cry," his deep silky baritone voice along with his English accent calmed her down and sent feelings through her body.

"How could I hurt my betrothed?"

Meghan pushed him away and took a step back.

"Betrothed?" she pondered aloud.

"I forgot to introduce myself." He took a step towards her and grabbed her hand.

"I am Ryan Villisaci. I am lord of the Mach bloodline." He lifted her hand up to his mouth and kissed the back of it.

When his lips touched made contact with her skin Meghan gasped. She still couldn’t really see his face but she could tell that his lips were full and that he was really tall.

"Please to meet FINALLY your acquaintance, Meghan" he put emphasis on the word finally.

Meghan quickly snatched her hand from his and rubbed the spot where his lips had been. The spot now tingled and burned from the contact of his lips.

"Don’t touch me," she ordered indignantly.

He chuckled then said, "My, my, my. Aren’t you just like Anna?"

Meghan stiffened and a chill raced down her spine.

"How do you know my mother’s name?" her voice was low and cold. This was getting out of hand. First he knew her now he knows her mother’s name.

"My family has known your family for quite some time. Even before you were born." The stalker started pacing back and forth as he told her the story.

While he was distracted she took the opportunity to try to slip away quietly.

"I wouldn’t if I was you." He told her quietly his back to her.

"W-wouldn’t what?"

"Don’t play dumb with me." He turned back around. "Now listen up. You can run if you want to, but I guarantee I will catch you."

Meghan swallowed hard. "How do you know my family?"

"About twenty-five years ago our parents signed a treaty between both clans. In the treaty-"Meghan cut him off.

"What do you mean ‘clan’? You make it sound like we’re a part of a cult or something."

"I mean vampire clans."

The stranger was silent after he said that. Meghan guessed it was to see how she would react.

"Vampires?" she asked skeptically.

"Yes. Vampires."

Meghan tried to hold it in, but she couldn’t. She bust our laughing. She was laughing so hard tears were coming down her eyes.

The stalker let out a frustrated sigh. "Why are you laughing?"

Meghan sobered up enough to ask, "You honestly think that you and my parents are vampires?

"I don’t think I know." He was starting to get indignant. Meghan could tell.

"I’m sorry, but you’re insane." Meghan walked over to where she kicked her shoes off and put them back on. "Now if you don’t mind I’ll be on my way home." She started walking out of the ally when out of nowhere the stranger was in front of her.

"Excuse me!" she said trying to push him. This time it didn’t work. He wouldn’t budge.

"I am not insane vampires are real." He reminded Meghan of a little kid about to throw a tantrum.

"If you say so, but I know for a fact that my mother is not a vampire. She eats
garlic and she is forever in the sunlight."

"Of course she does. Her and that traitor both do." Ryan began pacing back and forth in front of her cursing a whole bunch of people before going back to her.

"You know what? I’m going to go home so…" she started walking again and surprisingly he didn’t follow her.

Meghan looked behind her, but there was no one in the ally. What the fuck?! She thought to herself.

She spent about five minutes looking for the stranger, but he was really gone.

"Looking for me, love?" Meghan jumped about a foot in the air at the sound of the stranger’s voice coming from behind her.

She whirled around and found she was face to chest with a man. Ryan.

Slowly she looked up his tall frame and this time she actually saw his face due to the street light. He was GORGEOUS. He had shoulder length dark hair. High cheek bones, a straight nose and a strong chin. Just like she thought his lips were full and sensual.

She gasped when she saw his teeth abnormally long and abnormally pointy. She started to back up then she turned to run, but there he was again.

"Do you believe now, Meghan?"

The last thing Meghan remembered was letting out an ear piercing, glass breaking scream before blackness consumed her.

RYAN’S POV……………………………………………………………………..

Ryan caught Meghan’s body right before it hit the ground. Oh this is just great.
He thought to himself. Just what I need. First his parents tell him he has to get married then he finds out that the woman he is intended to marry is a human.
Ryan lifted up Meghan’s body hooked one arm under her knees and the other arm supported her back. Ryan walked her back down the street and around the corner to the spot where he first met her.
There was a man walking down the street that stopped and looked at them funny.
"Say man. You need any help?" the man looked questioningly at Meghan’s limp body and then back to Ryan’s face.
Ryan quickly entered the man’s brain and listened to his thoughts. The man was actually an undercover cop on street patrol. He took a step forward and made eye contact with the man.

"You will fall asleep at the snap of my fingers. You will wake up when my car drives past you. When you wake up you will not remember seeing me or this young lady in my arms." Ryan snapped and the man slumped over and fell to the ground where he slept like Ryan told him to do.

Ryan walked across the street to where his car was and opened the passenger door and deposited Meghan in the front seat. He strapped her in then looked up at her sleeping face.

She was beautiful. Her brunette hair was in some type of up-do. He estimated her hair would be about to the middle of her back if she let it down. Her lips were full and it made him think of a ripe juicy strawberry that was waiting to be bitten. Her small little noise had a light sprinkle of freckles and her eyelashes were long and thick.

His gaze traveled down her body to her chest. Her breast was about a normal b cub size. Her legs looked like they could go on forever though she was only about 5’5.

"Well, Maybe getting married by force isn’t such a bad thing after all," Ryan thought to himself as he go up to close the door and go on the other side of the car.

He started the car and sped down the street. Out of the corner of his eye he saw in the review mirror that the cop slowy got up and was starting to come to his senses.

Ryan was upset with his parents. He was five when the treaty was made and his parents hadn’t said a word until a couple weeks ago.

He was informed that his parents wanted to see him so he went down to his father’s study. There his father was sitting behind his desk and his mother was standing behind him.’

"Hello Mother, father." He could tell right away that something was up by the expressions on their faces. "What’s going on?"

"Have a seat, son," was the reply he had gotten from his father. Immediately Ryan tried to use his gift of mind reading to see what was going on.

Unfortunately they realized he was going to do that and put up there walls.

"If you’re trying to read our minds, son, it’s not going to work," his mother said quietly. "Now, have a seat. Your father and I have something we want to tell you."

Defeated, Ryan just sat down in the leather chair his father offered him that was facing his father’s oak wood desk.

"Okay. I’m sitting. What is it you want to tell me?" He had looked back and forth between both his parents and waited for one of them to speak.

"Well," started his father. Ryan figured it was something serious because his father was fidgeting and his father never let anyone see if he was nervous or frightened.

"You probably don’t remember this, but when you were three years old our clan was in a dreadful war with the Cochland bloodline."

"It was terrible," his mother added. "Hundreds and hundreds of our men and theirs died battling. There was so much bloodshed and death. It was just horrible." Her voice cracked and her bottom lip trembled as she told her part.

Ryan’s father took his mother’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze for reassurance.

"Two years later your mother and I signed a peace treaty with the head of the Cochland bloodline, Lyson Corsand."

"Okay…" Ryan had said not at all sure why he was called in for this. He had had a date with a girl named Victoria in an hour. "What does this have to do with me, father?"
Ryan’s father wouldn’t make eye contact with him so he tensed and waited for what was coming.

"In the peace treaty it stated that you and their daughter were going to get married."
Ryan sat in the chair stunned. He didn’t know quite what he was expecting, but whatever it was an arranged marriage wasn’t it.

"Well, the marriage is off, right? I mean, this Lyson guy is not around anymore so the marriage is off, right?" This time both his parents refused to look at him.

His father took a deep breath before continuing. "Right after we made the treaty one of our men decided that he did not like how we were handling things. He killed Lyson."

"We punished him for it, but unfortunately Anna, Lyson’s wife, was seven months pregnant with your intended at the time." His mother’s voice cracked a little as she told this part.

"When Lyson died Anna got scared and fled. We haven’t been able to find her till recently."

His mother came and took his hand and looked him in the eye as she spoke to him.

"The other’s who took over the Cochland clan have been talking about a war and the rebels that felt that we are too nice for our own good decided to break away from the clan and are speaking of war as well."

"Again I ask, what does this have to do with me?" Ryan asked looking back and forth between both parents.

"In order to have peace we will need to bring back the heir to the
Cochland thrown which is Anna’s daughter. We will need to bring her back to take control over the Cochland bloodline then complete the treaty."

His father looked pointedly at him when he said, "complete the treaty."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute. I’m supposed to marry this girl?"
Both of his parents nodded.

"But I never met her! I don’t know who she is or anything."

"Son, it’s the only way!" His mother yelled at him as he shot up out his chair and stormed away from both of them.

"Well, you are just going to have to find another way because I won’t do it. I refuse. I already have a girlfriend and a life. Plus I’m not ready to get married."

"Son, you are twenty-five years old and that girl Veronica is not what we want as a daughter in law."

"That’s exactly why I’m dating her, because I don’t want to get married." Ryan responded exasperated.

"Ryan Gavin Villisaci I have not raised you to turn away from your responsibilities. His father said coldly. He rose from behind his desk and the fierce leader he was known for being showed in his face. "You will do this to help your people and that is the end of the discussion!"

And it was the end of the discussion. So here Ryan was driving down the street with his sleeping betrothed in the front seat passed out.
This was going to be different.

TO BE CONTINUED………