Morgan 2

MORGAN'S P.O.V.

It wasn't a dream. She was screaming, and her words were muffled, like she was pressing her face against a pillow.

I walked closer to her door, hoping I could just see her through the key hole to make sure she was fine. I peeped in, but I could only hear her deep breaths. She wasn't on the bed.

SAMANTHA'S P.O.V.

For some reason, I couldn't say a word. His fingers trailed my neck quietly and he turned my face to him, then smiled.

"Surely you miss this?" He whispered in my ear, then nibbled on my ear lobe.

I pulled my ear away, wondering just how he became so different in one day. He had been obediently staying away, had he just decided to drink and bring out the darker side of himself or what?

I struggled with him, but it felt like I wasn't. I wasn't even moving at all.

I could feel his hair brush my face as he leaned to my shoulder. He had pulled the dress away, fully exposing my shoulder.

I felt his tongue graze my skin and I pushed hard, earning myself a chuckle from him.

As if he liked the reaction, he suddenly dug his teeth into my skin and I yelped.

MORGAN'S P.O.V.

I was trying to go in, but something was holding me back. Nothing could hold me back like that, until it was just as strong as me. Or more wicked. I pushed the door frantically, hearing her yelp.

The door didn't even budge. I started to lose it. What was happening? Why was she yelling? This wasn't a bad dream anymore, I am sure she wasn't dreaming while standing on her feet. I pushed the door again, this time hearing it budge under me. 

SAMANTHA'S P.O.V.

Morgan sudenly looked up, his teeth stained with my blood. the pain spread from my arms to my chest, and I started to feel faint.

I could feel the blood trickling down my shoulder. It hurts, and I wondered how bad it must have felt for that woman.

"You are a monster.".

"Of course, I am. Did I ever tell you otherwise?" He asked chuckling. Of course it was fun and pleasure to him. And I was nothing but mere bag of flesh carrying atleast five liter suppky of juice.

"What happened to you?" 

He let me go, then sat on the bed, crossing his legs. I could see now that his hair wasn't jet black. It was exactly the same colour as Morgan's.

He was himself, he just chose to be a monster.

"I have always been like this, Samantha. You know that somewhere inside you. You just fell hard, snd you needed convincing. So I gave it to you. Anything for my girl, isnt it?"

MORGAN'S P.O.V.

I stopped and took a deep breath. I am the king of vampires. I will get the door open. I placed my hand on the knob, then turned it.

Click. I heard the door open, and I stepped into the room, expecting the worst.