"W-Who are you?" I asked hoarsely, forcing myself to meet his fierce gaze. His eyes were the color of the forest, which was oddly comforting. After seeing nothing but the endless abyss of blackness for hours on end, his mossy green eyes provided me with a strange sense of relief. It was refreshing. But his eyes lacked warmth-They were cold and penetrating as he stared straight through me. I felt like I was under the hungry eyes of a predator. My heart was pounding against my ribcage as adrenaline coursed through my veins. I watched in horror as his face contorted into that of a monster. The whites of his eyes were red as blood; the green in his irises darkened to the color of midnight. Dark veins protruded around his eyes. He snarled, revealing elongated canines that were razor sharp. My breathing stilled as I came to the realization that I was staring into the haunting eyes of a vampire. *** Roselyn Thorne was used to being alone. She had been alone all her life, growing up in foster homes. She had her friends that she loved dearly. She had Landon, her boyfriend of six months. She was starting her second semester of nursing school and working as a server on the weekends. Her life was finally starting to fall into place. Or so she thought. The unfortunate girl somehow finds herself tied to a chair in the basement of a "psychopath". The captor is none other than Stefan Salvatore- A vampire known as the 'The Ripper of Monterey'. Stefan has had his humanity turned off for decades; he feels nothing as he drains the life from his victims, leaving a pile of bodies in his wake. Why did he save the defenseless human girl from being raped? Why did he bring her back to his manor just to hold her captive in his basement? Why is she immune to his compulsion? Why doesn't he just kill her? And why can't she seem to remember anything about her life? Her friends, her boyfriend, her career path. All she can remember is- Rose. My name is Rose.
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