"I'm starting to think that you might know more about me than you let on."

He gave a broad smile that showed too many

teeth. "Have you not considered that I do indeed know everything about you?"

I looked up into his blue eyes, recognizing the tone he had said the words in. Chills raced down my spine, adrenaline pumped through my veins. His hand crept up my shirt slowly, his eyes sky blue and locked on mine. Butterflies followed his touch. I bit my tongue to keep from begging him to come closer.

“Is it wrong that I like it?” I asked the gorgeous man that kept many secrets about himself. He shrugged, his thumb fingered the bottom of my bra. My back bit into the tree he’d pushed me into, his muscular, tatted arms kept me blocked in, unable to escape. Not that I would try, or wanted to move from the spot.

We stood in the middle of the woods, surrounded and completely alone. He could’ve killed me right there. And no one would’ve found out for months. My body could’ve been pushed into a pitted trap for wild animals- never would I be seen again… but there was something about this man. Something I liked. Something dangerous.

His hair swooped into his eyes, poofed with the humidity, but soft like that special sand. He leant forward, his hair brushed my cheek, his lips met the soft, fleshy part of my neck.

“Are you scared?” He whispered it gently, every part of me wanted to run. But instead, I ran my hands up both of his biceps, tracing them up to his neck. “No.”

His lips crushed mine, biting and tugging. He was rough, but tasted sweet. His hands found their way into my bra, my fingers tangled in his hair. He smelled like pine and river. He growled deep in his throat and shoved me away. My head thunked into the trunk behind me, I gasped as warm liquid trickled down my flushed forehead.

He broke away from me, his hands dropped off both my sides. He put them both on his head. Something evil glistened in his eyes. He turned his back, muscles flexing under the white T-shirt he’d worn for the hiking trip.

“I do know more,” he was hoarse, his strong, egotistic manner dropped like a rock in a river. “I’ve been around a lot longer than you think. I’ve been watching you. For so long… Windows, doors, cameras, pictures, red tapes, computers, phones, tablets. Work, college, hobbies…”

I backed up slowly while his back was turned. He spun around when my heel snapped a twig. He rushed forward, faster than a normal human. I choked, his hands were around my throat. I clawed at them helplessly, I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t tell him to calm down. That it was okay. Because it wasn’t.

“Then I started falling in love,” his blue eyes darkened, a cold breeze embraced us both, he shook his head. “Hunger settled in… I couldn’t help it. I tried other girls. I tried several. Nothing quenched my thirst. It begged for you. You, Amelia.”

He brought out a shiny blade. That’s when I knew I wouldn’t make it out of the woods. My gut had been right when it had told me to run like hell and get away from the man with the pretty blue eyes.

“And now,” he whispered, bringing the smooth blade across the same part he’d kissed, “now I’ll give in and have what I wanted, since the other girls didn’t do their job.”

Something washed over me. He wasn’t going to violate me in the woods. He wasn’t going to give me what I wanted. He wasn’t talking about his dick. I covered my mouth, because there wouldn’t be a body. He would make sure.

That’s when he bit into my cheek hard, blood gushed into his mouth. I screamed, gripping his shoulders, struggling. He pushed the blade into my throat, it stung numbly, then burst into a million fires, racing along my flesh. My screams turnt to gurgles, choking on my own blood as he licked it up from my paling skin.

There wouldn’t be a body. There wouldn’t be a witness. Because he would get rid of me, he would eat me. As twisted as it sounded— I almost liked it.