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though.
                  "Help her up so we can keep moving," One said he glanced back over his shoulder. Two repeated the sentiment.
                  When Three bent down to help her up, that's when she decided to make her move.
                  Sweeping her leg out low and hard, she knocked his legs out from under him, making him crash to the ground beside her. She only had seconds to run before he would be up and the others would be on her.
                  Anabell took off running until she reached Eadric, throwing herself onto the road beside him. There was no time to worry about the blood or his injuries. If she could get him conscious enough to get himself out of there, that was what she was going to do.
                  "Wake up, Eadric! Please! There're going to be over here any second. You've got to get yourself out of here," she screamed, cradling his head in her hands and using her thumbs to open his eyelids.
                  "Run," he whispered.
                  Anabell shook her head, letting the tears she didn't notice she was crying fall on his face.
                  "You need to save yourself, Eadric. Those men said you can teleport. Teleport yourself out of here, get somewhere safe where you can rest and heal. Don’t worry about me. Save yourself."
                  Eadric lifted his arms, even though they felt like lead and wrapped them around her back.
                  "Not without you."

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    5
     
     
    Middle of Nowhere Ireland
     
                  A flash of light blinded Anabell, making her squeeze her eyes shut. She prepared herself for impact as she waited to get hit - the light had to be headlights. It was too bright. That was the only explanation. She would rather be hit by a car then be killed by those awful men.
                  When nothing happened, she opened her eyes to see what was going on.
                  She was instantly dizzy.
                  The flex cuffs were gone, and instead of seeing the dark road, the wrecked van, and an injured Eadric, Anabell found herself in a dark, cold room that looked dungeon-eqsue. She started to ask how it happened when she heard Eadric moan in pain.
                  Groping around in the dark, she found him lying on a cot at the back of the room. A second later, the torch mounted on the wall lit up.
                  “What do you need?” she asked, leaning over him.
                  “Blood,” he choked out. Anabell fought back a shudder and shook her head. Flashbacks to what she saw in his office came rushing back. Eadric, shirtless with fangs sticking out of his mouth. Eadric, the demon – the vampire. He needed to drink blood to live.
                  “Blood?” she said, gulping back a throat full of fear. The idea of him drinking blood was repulsive enough; the fact that he would have to bite her to get it scared the life out of her.
                  Eadric pushed himself up a little with the help of the cot frame.
                  “I’m bleeding badly on the inside. Right now, my body is trying to do damage control. Until I can feed, that’s all it’s going to do. I can’t start healing until I get fresh blood in me,” he explained, clutching his side in pain as he looked at her. “But I don’t expect anything from you, Anabell. You’ve already done more than enough for me. All I’ve done is put you in danger.”
                  “Is there anywhere I can get some for you?”
                  “No.” Eadric tried to speak again, but he started coughing hard, spitting several mouthfuls of blood onto the stone floor.
                  Anabell was terrified of letting him bite her and drink her blood, but Eadric’s life was on the line – because he was