Her Monster (A Lesbian Vampire Novel)

Scary but Sexy

There I was sitting in a café minding my own business waiting for my friend to show up. But it wasn’t my friend who I ended up sitting with.

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I look down at my phone for the hundreds time, “where are you Mia” I ask out loud and like she is reading my mind, a message comes through,

Mia: Sorry, I can’t make it today. Mum called and needed help.

Me: I hope everything is alright.

Mia: Yeah, she just got called into work and had no one to babysit.

Me: Enjoy and let me know when you are free next.

Mia: Will do, I really miss you!

Me: I miss you too, it has been too long.

Mia: And who’s fault is that?

Me: Mine technically but I went on holiday that I remember inviting you on so, by default it is your fault.

“Excuse me can I please sit here,” someone says scaring me.

“umm yeah sure” I mumble not looking up from my phone

Mia: Pffft technicalities.

Me: Since you aren’t showing up, I better make my way on this house hunt argh.

I put down my phone and look around noticing how busy the café as gotten, the perfect time to leave. Not having ordered anything I have nothing to pay for.

“Can I take your orders?” the waitress asks me and the stranger

“I will take a Latte with two sugars and full cream milk. And my baby will have a hot chocolate” she says, oh her partner must be on their way, I better leave. I don’t want to be rude so I will wait till the waiter leaves. I make eye contact with this strange woman and in return, she gives me this look almost daring me to stand up. What is going on? She is the most beautiful person I have ever seen and yet I get a feeling of danger radiating from her. I am intrigued and nervous.

“Any cakes or food?” the waitress asks

“Can you please come back for our food order”

“Sure, I will be back with your drinks shortly,” she says smiling at both of us before making her way to the counter.

“Now, she is gone, I believe introductions are in order. My name is Isabelle and what is yours?”

“umm I am sorry; I must be going,” I say into my lap before standing up. As I go to leave, her hand shoots out grabbing my arm preventing me from doing so. My fear shoots through the roof and I start to panic.

“Sit down” she growls “you don’t want to make a scene, do you?” she questions raising her eyebrow challenging me, her grip tightens when I don’t make a move.

I slowly sit back down, avoiding eye contact.

“Now! I believe I asked you a question before you so rudely ignore it” she growls, I try to sink further into my seat away from her. She was so nice to the waitress but she scares the hell out of me.

“M-my n-name is Ella” I mumble out.

“Hmm beautiful name baby” she hums “You will look at me when I’m talk to you” she orders while pinching my chin and lifting up my face. My face scrunches up in pain and disgust from her words. I try and rip my chin from her hold but only results in her digging her nails further into my skin.

“Do not test me little girl, you won’t like the outcome” she growls before letting go. Tears prick my eyes

“What do you want” I whisper maintaining eye contact

“You” she says just as the waitress returns, quickly changing her attitude to nice and happy for the waitress

“Here are your drinks” she says placing the hot chocolate in front of me and the latte in front of the scary lady.

The waitress looks at me and her smile drops “Are you okay Miss?” my eyes quickly flutter between hers and Isabelle’s, warning me to keep my mouth shut. Her look makes me shiver not only from fear but something else.

“I’m fine” I say before looking into my drink.

“Anything else I can help the both of you with?”

“Can we please have the cookies and cream cheesecake” she orders

“Your order will be out shortly” she says before walking away but not before eyeing the both of us suspiciously. I want to ask for help so bad but don’t know what she will do.

“Don’t think about it, you won’t like the outcome.” She warns

I push the hot chocolate towards her, refusing to eat or drink something she has ordered for me.

“Is there something wrong with the drink?”

“No, I didn’t order it” I state

“I am the one who ordered for you, it is you usual after all” she casually states, shivers erupt throughout my body

“The f**k?”

“Language little girl” she growls. Ew why did she call me little girl; I know I am younger than her but still it isn’t right and how did she know what my order was?

“How do you know what my usual order is?”

“I know everything there is to know about you?”

“Why” I ask unaware that her next words will shock me to the core and back

“Because you are mine” she says with so much confidence I almost believe her but then the shock sets in and I freeze

“W-Wh-hat d-does that mean?” I slowly stutter out.

“It means I own you” and just like that the whole place goes silent, my ears start to burn and my stomach drops. Anger begins to radiate and overcome my fear of this unknown force.

“I am a human you can’t own me” I growl out

“Oh, yes I can”

“NO!” I say almost a little too loud causing the surrounding table to turn towards us.

“Calm down and lower your voice now” she pushes my drink back towards me, just as the waitress comes back into sight. This is my chance to get away from this crazy woman. I wait for the waitress to cause a distraction, hoping it is enough.

“One cheesecake” she says, while Isabelle is distracted, I get up and mumble “excuse me I have to use the toilet” but rush towards the exit.

We weren’t far from the door, so I didn’t have to go very far but just as I went to reach for the door I hear her scary voice “Not so fast baby girl” before she grabs my arm in a tight grip; I go to say something but her grip tightens “keep your mouth shut little girl”

Next thing I know she is pushing me into the bathroom and locking the door. As she turns around, I notice there is a change in her and when I see her eyes, my blood runs cold.

“W-What are you” Her eyes aren’t even human

“Oh, Darling only if you knew” she says slowly approaching me, I slowly back away from her till I my back hits hand-drier

“Please, don’t hurt me” I plead; all my confidence rolls away leaving on fear.

“You need to be punished for your behaviour, otherwise you won’t learn. I do not tolerate disobediences’ little girl.” She says and with every word she steps closer till her chest is against mine pinning me against the hair-drier that is pressed into my back. She reaches out and grabs my throat. Lifting me up, leaving me on my tippy toes. I reach up and try to pry her hands from my throat but she doesn’t budge.

“P-Ple-eee-aaa-sss-ee” I croak out

“After I finish with your punishment, we are going to head out there and finish our food. You will behaviour like a good girl and we will discuss what happens next.” She says before releasing me and taking a step back allowing room for me to crumble to the ground.

I manage to stop myself from crumbling to the floor but hunch over trying to get the air to return to my lungs, but as soon as my ears hear her next words, the breath is knocked out of my lungs.

“Bend over and hold the wall” she instructs

I pause for a second but when I make eye contact with her and she steps forward, I quickly bend over and support myself with the wall. I have no clue what she is going to do but it can’t be anything good. I know I should be fighting her on this but for some reason I have no control over my actions.

I feel her behind me running her hands down my back before grabbing my hips and pulling me into her pelvis, I whimper at her actions, she chuckles in reply. She then slowly reaches around my waist and starts undoing my jeans. I try to stand back up but am quickly stopped by her hand shooting around and pushing me back down.

She runs her hands up my back while leaning over me and pressing her front up against my back and whispering in my ear, “Naughty girl, stay in place like a good little girl.” bitting my ear before standing back up and continuing to undo my jeans. By now I am literally shacking in my vans.

She takes her time pulling down my jeans, my eyes leave the floor and make contact with hers when she gets my jeans around my ankles. While she is crouching down, she starts to lay soft kissing up my legs while she stands back up, pausing to take more time on the soft spots of my upper thighs. I almost let a moan out but quickly bit my lip. I can’t help but be turned on by this even though it is the most compromising position in the world and she also scares the s**t of me. Am I crazy?

“As much as I would like to keep enjoying our intimate time together. It is time to begin your punishment so we can get back to our table and discuss our future.”

All I hear is the ‘F’ bomb but before I can dwell too much on her words, I feel the impact of her hand and the sound.

*Smack*

“Ah” I scream out.

“Keep quiet or I will gag you” she warns pulling my hair, I quickly bit my lip to trap any sound when I stay quiet, she releases my hair.

*Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack*

“Apologise for your behaviour or I will give you 20 more smacks”

“I-I am sorry for my behaviour”

“Good girl, now clean yourself up and meet me back at the table.” She says before heading to the door and unlocking it.

I quickly rush to pull up my pants before anyone can walk in. Pain radiates from my ass and it feels like a heater. I look into the mirror and notice I’ve been crying. I wash my face, trying to hide the fact that I was crying. I don’t want people to ask questions because right now I haven’t got the energy to lie without breaking down. What if I sneak out? How can I get out of here without her noticing? What if she catches me? I just have to get through this and then I will disappear, never to see her again.

I take my time to wash my face and settle down before heading back to the table. I see the waitress replacing our drinks with new ones, great.

“Ah, you took your time,” she says ignoring the hiss of pain that comes from me when I make contact with the stupid chair.

“Sorry” I mumble not wanting to anger her

“Hmm, I ordered you a new drink.” She says raising her eyebrow as a way to warn me to behave. I reach forward and sip from the drink not even tasting anything.

After a few minutes, she speaks up, “I am sure you are confused as to why I’m doing this” she states before pausing to see if I’m going to answer, but I just keep looking at her with a blank face. “I have been watching you for quite some time and I knew the moment I met you, that you were going to be mine”

“I have never met you before, I would remember you” I argue back, she is not someone you would miss even in a room of a thousand.

“You were really young you wouldn’t remember”

“How old was I?”

“5”

“The f**k? You’re a perve” I growl out, how does a person lay a claim to a 5-year-old, that is just outright disgusting.

“Watch your language or we will go back to that bathroom” she growls, causing me to flinch back into my seat.

“But I was 5 years old, how could you possibly decide I was yours?” I question further

“It isn’t something you can understand right now”

“Why can’t you tell me?”

“Because you aren’t ready. All you need to know for now is I own you. You will move in with me and we will go from there, understand”

“You can’t make me do that” I exclaim, causing a few heads to turn.

“I can and I will,” she says before grabbing the fork and putting some cheesecake on it, slowly bringing it up to her mouth and putting it in her mouth. I watch with interest, gulping from arousal. How am I turned on by this? she repeats the process but this time bring the fork up to my mouth, “Open up like a good girl” she says treating me like a child. I tighten my lips and refuse to do so.

“I do not like repeating myself” she growls out, while her eyes flash red from anger. I really don’t want to know why her eyes keep doing that. I quickly open my mouth and allow her to put the piece of cheesecake in. This process repeats until the cheesecake is finished. No more words are exchanged, clearly, she thinks the discussion is over, but there is no way in hell I will move in with her.

“We are leaving to pick your stuff up from your parents’ house” she states before getting up and coming over to my side.

“N-no you can’t force me to live with you”

“It wasn’t a question,” she says grabbing my arm pulling me out of my seat and up by her side before whispering in my ear “I will kill everyone you know if you don’t obey me, your mother, your aunty, all your silly little friends.” If it wasn’t for her grip on my arm I would’ve collapsed.

“Please don’t hurt them I will come with you,” I say, feeling a tear roll down my face.

“If you behave like the good girl, I know you are and obey me we won’t have a problem.” She says reaching out and swiping the tear off my face before pulling me along to the counter to pay.

“Let’s go, Ella, we don’t have all day,” she says after she pays but I am rooted in the same spot, and yet again she has to grab my arm and force me to follow, I am still shocked by her threat towards my family and friends.

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