The Vampire's Heir

Chapter 6

Cameron's POV:

The look on his face suggested that he was not looking forward to this and good. He shouldn't be. You can't go around kidnapping people and not expect them to be upset.

"What is the meaning of this?" I shouted at him and walked closer to him till I was maybe ten feet from him.

"Calm down, Cam." He said to me softly.

"Don't tell me to calm down! Why am I here? This is kidnapping Clayton and I'm not going to allow myself to be weak and let you do whatever it is you want!" I yelled at him again.

Although I wouldn't mind him having his way with me, that is not going to happen right now! Right now I'm ticked and I'm going to walk out of here and find my way back home.

I walked past him and grabbed the door to open it but he grabbed my arm and pulled me around.

"Don't leave this room." He said in a low tone.

"Don't tell me what to do!" I yelled at him and pushed his arm off of me and went back to the door.

"Cameron I said no!" He shouted at me and grabbed my arm harder and yanked me back, causing me to fall to the floor.

"What the hell is your problem Clay!" I yelled as I continued to stay on the floor.

I was a little scared now. The pull felt very strong and it didn't feel like the hardest pull he could do. The way he just yelled at me also caused a chill to run through my body. I wasn't going to cry though. I'm not going to show him that I am weak even though I was hurting inside.

"Please, Cam, let me explain." He said to me again and held out his hand for me to take.

"Stop calling me Cam. You lost that right the moment you took me from my home against my will." I snapped at him and hit his hand away from me and got up on my own.

I walked away from him but he put his hand on my shoulder to stop me. I pushed it off and turned to face him, glaring at him.

"You lost the right to touch me too," I said to him in a low tone.

Saying that I was pissed was an understatement at the moment. It's not that a part of me still doesn't feel something for him and was wishing that something would happen but I just can't. Not right now and I don't know if I ever could. A part of me is so mad at myself for letting myself get put into this predicament and I feel that I should have been smarter than this. That I should have seen the signs that he was a pervert who kidnapped young women.

I think that I may have noticed them but I wasn't really thinking of it like this. I thought him catching me on the sidewalk was just a coincidence but what if it wasn't? What if he's the one who knocked me off balance because I wasn't paying attention? The mugging that I know happened even though I can't explain why my face is healed. I really didn't buy his excuse of being at the coffee shop. I'm starting to think he's been stalking me. Not to mention I swear I was being watched somehow that night when I woke up suddenly.

"I'm really sorry." He said to me and even though I was super pissed off at him right now, I feel that I believe him when he says that he is sorry.

"That's not helping the situation any," I told him and took a step back and put crossed my arms over my chest.

"I know and maybe I could have done this differently." He said and was going to continue but I cut him off.

"You think? You know, you could have stuck to the original plan of going out on a date first. We could have gotten to know each other and heck, who knows! Maybe we would have moved in together but no! You decided to make the choice all on your own and take me without courting me first and force me to be at your house!" I shouted at him as my anger started to rise.

"It's not exactly my house." He said softly but I don't think he meant for me to hear it.

"Not your house?" I asked with the pitch of my voice rising.

He just stood there, not really saying anything.

"What do you mean not your house? What did you do? Bring me to some other sicko's house?" I continued.

"I really didn't want to do it this way." He told me, not breaking his stare into my eyes.

"Just spit it out!" I was so angry right now that every word coming from my mouth was almost in a yell.

"I was ordered to bring you here and it didn't really matter how I got you here as long as I accomplished it." He confessed to me.

"So you really were just stalking me?" I asked in a softer voice.

"Yes."

"For how long?" I asked, feeling a little nervous about the answer.

"Around five years." He said and my eyes widened in shock.

"That date you wanted to go on, that was just one of the ways to get me here?" I continued for some reason even though I didn't really want to know the answer to these questions, any of them.

"Yes." He said again.

I looked away from him when I felt the first tear make its way into my eye. This hurt worse than all those guys ditching me. I wiped it away quickly and took a breath before looking back at him.

"That kiss. Wasn't real was it?" I said as more tears started to fill my eyes but this time I just let them fall.

"Yes, it was real." He said but I didn't believe him and he took a few steps closer to me.

"Don't." I snapped at him and he stopped right where he was.

"Get out," I told him and he just looked at me, not moving.

"Cameron, please." He said almost begging.

"Get out!" I shouted again when he still wouldn't do as I asked.

He looked at me just a little longer and then turned and walked out of the door. I ran over to it and tried to open it but he had already locked it again.

"AHHH!" I screamed and put my hands in my hair as a few more tears fell down my face.

I wiped them away with my hands and walked over to one of the couches that were in that room and sat down. I laid down on my side and just stared off at nothing. My mind was racing with thoughts of what I did in my life for this to happen. I can't even think back five years to even figure out what could have caused this. Everything seemed to go as planned, even after I got to Chicago.

Now I'm laying here in some strange house with nothing. Not even my purse that has my phone in it. Without a clue of who lives here or where I am, or why I am here to start with I may be in a different country for all I know.

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Several minutes later, I was almost asleep on the couch when the door swung open with force. I shot up from the couch and practically stumbled back a few steps. A man taller than Clayton walked into the room. He was quite handsome in a bad boy type of way. He had jet black hair, smoothed back with the sides completely shaved. He was wearing a black t-shirt that hugged his large muscles in his arms and torso. He was very fit and very strong looking.

His eyes traveled my body before they finally stopped at my face, or my neck, I'm not really sure at this point.

"W-Who are y-you?" I stuttered and the curve of his lips increased.

A smirk that was even more devilish looking than before when he first walked into the room. He just chuckled in this deep rumble and took a few steps towards me. I stepped back but all that did was cause him to quicken his pace till I was pinned between him and the wall.

He leaned against the wall above my head. So close that I could feel the heat from his body radiating off of him even though I was too scared to pay that close attention to it. He smelled really good but not like Clayton. This man wasn't making me want to be close to him. I wanted to run but was almost too scared to.

"I'm Azariah Theophilus Hockins. I'm the head of this house. The one who had you brought here." He said in a deep sexy voice that caused my body to tremble.

"You really have grown. Much prettier than what I remember." He said as he ran his finger over my cheek and then down across my neck.

Did he just say the same thing I swear Clayton said but tried to cover up? More than he remembers? Was Clayton really telling me the truth about five years? What the hell is going on here?

My attention was brought back to him when he started to rub his thumb across my neck. I noticed that his eyes were no longer looking at my face but where his fingers were. Something about that is really freaking me out.

"W-What is it you want?" I asked him in a shaky voice with a trembling lip.

"You." He said as if this whole thing was just a normal day-to-day thing.

"But why?" I asked again and jerked to the side when I felt his fingers slide down my neck to my collarbone.

"Shhh, you don't need to be scared of me." He said softly as if it was supposed to help with how I was feeling.

How am I supposed to feel when I'm pinned between him and the wall and his fingers are now softly running across the top of my chest to the other side?

"Please don't." I whimpered and pushed his hand away from me.

I could see it in his facial movements that he did not like what I just did but he was doing what he could not to show it. That made me even more nervous about being this close to him.

"You are going to give me an heir." He finally said in an angered tone, answering my question from before.

My eyes widened in shock. Fear quickly was replaced with anger and I pushed on his chest real hard.

"Like hell I am!" I shouted and started to walk away from him.

Before I had a chance to do anything he had picked me up and threw me into the bedroom and onto the bed. I screamed as I went through the air. He was on top of me before I was done bouncing on the bed. How the hell did he just do that? I screamed in my head.

"Get off of me!" I shouted and tried to kick and fight him off of me.

He grabbed my wrists and slammed them to the bed above my head. I screamed again, hoping someone would hear me and help. The moment I opened my eyes after my scream my body froze. It felt like all my blood drained and sudden chills were running through my body. My eyes were wide in fear as I stared up at him with his crimson red eyes staring back at me.

"Oh s**t!" I whisper yelled and kicked him as hard as what I could in his manhood.

I don't know what he was but he obviously has a c**k because it was enough for me to get out from underneath him. I took off running towards the door he forgot to lock and out of the room and down the hall. I have no idea where I was going and this place was huge!

"Help!" I shouted as I ran down a set of stairs that opened up into a large living space.

"Help, someone!" I screamed and my voice cracked.

I did a quick glance and headed straight for the first archway that I saw. I pushed with my bare feet as hard as I could and ran down the hallway.

I screamed when I was grabbed harshly and thrown into some kind of library with a fireplace. That's about all I saw before I looked over at the person who threw me and he shut the door and locked it. His eyes were that same crimson red and he had these sharp fangs extending from his upper jaw. There were two smaller ones on his bottom jaw as well. All clearly seen with the smile he was giving me.

"Stay away!" I shouted and crawled backwards on the floor, trying to get away from him.

"I didn't know that the king let the food run free in the mansion. I miss a good hunt." He said as he chuckled to himself.

"You touch me and Clayton will kill you!" I shouted at him in hopes to scare him but instead, he just laughed.

"Clay? He's just the King's first hand pussy." He said as he laughed some more at what he had said.

I turned over and got up on my feet and ran through the library towards another door. I just hope there was a lock on it and that it doesn't lead to a dead end.

"I will give you a ten-second headstart!" He yelled after me.

I ran through the door but unfortunately, it did not have a lock. I looked both ways in the hallway, neither of which gave me any clue on where to go. I just ran till I got to the first door and tried it but it wouldn't open. I ran farther down to the next door and tried that one. It opened and I went in and locked it.

I looked around but all it was, was another bedroom. A smaller room than the one I was just in. There wasn't a sitting area either like that one had and it didn't look like it had a balcony. Just a few windows with some closed blinds. The decorating was all the same apparently. Dark walls with white trim and black furniture.

I screamed when the door was broken open and I ran to a door that I really hoped would be another exit out of this room. I didn't get even close to it before my arm was grabbed and I was thrown up against a wall.

My arm went up to try to shield my face from the mirror that was hanging on the wall, only to get cut up from the broken glass when I hit it. I fell to the floor and held my arm which was now covered in blood.

"Mmmm, I haven't eaten a virgin in a long time." He said as he sniffed the air.

I stared at him in terror as he walked closer to me. In a blink of an eye, he was over top of me. He pushed my head out of the way and opened his mouth. I could see the points of his fangs and I screamed.

I heard a loud growling hissing sound and the man that was about ready to bite me was ripped off and thrown across the room, breaking the small table as he landed.

"Your majesty!" The man suddenly said and stood up to kneel and lowered his head.

Majesty? Does that mean he's like a king or something?

"Do you have any idea on what you could have done!" Azariah yelled with so much dominance and authority it shook the windows in the room.

"I'm sorry Sir, but no Sir, I do not." The man said looking up at him and then back down at the floor.

I scooted closer to the wall and sat up. I was too scared to move yet I couldn't take my eyes off of what was going on in front of me. My entire life I never would have thought anything like them even existed yet here they are, real as can be, right in front of me. At least I think I'm not asleep. For all I know I'm in some kind of coma after that man mugged me in the alley and having the worst nightmare I've ever had.

"Stand up!" Azariah ordered and just like that, the man stood up but kept his head down.

In one swift motion, Azariah went in and grabbed the man's head and ripped it off of his body, and tossed it to the other side of the room.

I screamed and started crying hysterically and looked away while covering my face. I couldn't watch anymore.

"Get this mess cleaned up and get it burned." I heard him order, probably on his phone.

I turned more away from him and into the wall, still crying my eyes out over what I just witnessed.

I started to scream and hit Azariah a few times when I felt his hands go around my body.

"Get away from me!" I screamed at him as he picked me up bridal style and I instinctively, threw my arm around his neck to hold on.

"Shhh, no one's going to hurt you." He whispered and he started to walk out of the room.

I started to calm down once I was in his arms, even though I was terrified of him. He carried me back to the room that I was originally in and laid me down on the bed. I rolled away from him so I couldn't see him. I was scared but I was also pissed off at him and didn't want to look at him. He came close to my face and I shuddered at the feel of his breath on my skin.

"Soon and all of this will be over." He whispered and lightly kissed my cheek before he turned and left the room.