My Brother's Best Friend Is My Mate

Chapter 44: Bitten

"Relax, it's only me, sister." A voice says as a man dressed in all black steps out of the shadows and

stops a few metres away from Annabelle and I. The man is tall and lean and when a beam of light from

the house bounces on his face, I can see his unusually pale skin.

"Rafael, what are you doing here?" Annabelle's face turns up and she scrunches up her nose, and for

the first time since I've met her, Annabelle's once nice girl demeanor turns cold and her face scrunches

up in disgust and hate. She must not like this man at all: they are both glaring at each other and they

both look like they want to snap each other's neck.

"I see you've gotten yourself a new play thing." Rafael turns his head towards me with a smirk on his

face and I narrow my eyes at him. He hisses at me and I see his fangs?

He's a vampire. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

"Hey, Belle. Long time no see." A new voice enters this confusing conversation. A thin blonde slips out

of the shadows and stands beside Rafael. She looks eerily identical to Annabelle. Am I getting caught

up in some sibling rivalry war?

"If I said I was happy to see you Katrina, then I would be, without a doubt lying." Katrina fumes at

Annabelle's words but Annabelle looks livid enough to kill her.

She looks over at me, and she looks worried. For me, my safety. "You need to get out of here."

Annabelle whispers a few inches from my ear, so her sister and brother can't hear, although I'm sure if

they want to, they can our conversation. They are vampires after all.

"Not going to happen at all." I guess they did hear after all. Katrina, the blonde, barges after me and

grabs at my blouse, and successfully pins me down to the ground. I can almost feel her take away a

pound of my flesh in her fingernails as she pulls her hand away from my neck. Meanwhile, Annabelle is

caught up in her own war with her brother as I hear them both in a heated hissing battle. I hear shoves

and branches snapping but all I can focus on is the blonde vicious creature in front of me who seems to

want to eat me.

If they are siblings, why are they attacking each other? Better yet, why did they decide to invite me in

their war? I could definitely pass on this one.

"You know, it's a unpopular opinion that blondes taste better than brunettes. Don't you think we should

find out once and for all who tastes better?" The woman bares her teeth at me and I squint as a few of

her saliva soldiers attack my face.

I only have one word to describe this experience: Unhygienic

"I don't think I want to be a test subject." I tell her as I try to heist her off of me but she doesn't budge.

Katrina smiles evily and I squirm under her weight. "I promise I'll make this swift and painful." She tries

bitting after my neck, but I shift until she finally pins both my hands over my head using only one of her

hands. She finally succeeds in plunging her fangs in my neck and I stop struggling.

Katrina sucked in long gulps of my blood, and I saw her hungrily drinking as much blood as she

wanted. I saw a long trail of my red, warm blood trickle from her the corner of her mouth to her chin.

She used her red tongue to lick it and licked her lips from and resumed her feast. I released a high

pitched scream as she used their bottom fang to drink more blood. Squirming did not affect my current

situation and neither did kicking. It was as if she was dead set on sucking every single drop of blood

from my body, and I was powerless and could not stop her. I inhaled a deep breath, my head limply

drooping to the side. Suddenly I heard a voice, and I opened my eyes as my knight in shining armor,

literally, punched the vampire off of me.

"Emerald, are you okay?" Spencer was over my limp body and her eyes held worry, guilt and fear. "All

the women and children who couldn't fight were brought to a safe place at the pack house but I couldn't

find you. Liam is freaking out. He wanted to come here and shift into his wolf, but I persuaded him not

to do it: it would be too dangerous." My best friend rambled as I tried to keep my droopy eyes open.

"You have two heads. " I laughed as Spencer's two headed figure looked over at where she had

pushed Katrina. The vampire was gone, in the darkness. "You have four eyes and you look soo weird."

I laughed again. I felt tipsy, as if I was on some drug that was like an anchor for me.

"We need to get you to safety and get you checked out, Emerald." I heard Annabelle's voice. She had a

faint scar on her left cheek but when she saw me staring at it, she used her hair to cover it.

"Did you fight off the bad man? He was s-super scary, I hope he goes to jail for assaulting women." I

tell Annabelle and Spencer laughs.

Before Annabelle could answer I felt this strange feeling taking over my entire body before I was

plunged into eternal darkness.