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It’s in the pocket inside the rucksack, with my money and passport. If I could just get my hand in the bag without him noticing, then I might just stand a chance.
    Taking another slight step back, I try to put more distance between him and me in the hope that he won’t see as I try to slide my hand up my back. I can feel the zip.loc
    Fuck! It’s zipped up. Of course it is; nothing’s ever easy for me. He smiles, quirking his lip. I leave my hand where it is on the zipper.
    “So it’s just you and me honey, and boy are we going to have some fun before I take you home to my family,” he says.
    Oh God.
    I have two options. Fight or run. And that would be fight without my blade as it seems there is no way I can get it without taking my rucksack off, unzipping it, and getting it out. I have a feeling by that point he’d probably be kicking the crap out of me.
    And then suddenly out of nowhere I get angry and pissed off.
    Severely pissed off.
    I’m tired of running. I’m tired in general to be quite honest. I’ve been running since the day I was changed. I’ve lost everything I’ve ever cared about. What else do I have to lose?
    Nothing.
    So I decide to do one of the stupidest things I’ve quite possibly ever done. I run at him full speed, using every bit of strength I have behind me.
    I see the surprise register on his face, before he runs at me too. We crash into each other like a pair of bulldozers.
    But he’s the stronger of us two. He slams his hand flat against my chest, taking the wind out of me, knocking me backwards off my feet, and drives me down to the ground with one hand. I feel and hear the bones in my back crack.
    Pain shoots up through my chest and my lungs start to burn. My head spins out of control, stars dancing before my eyes.
    He’s on top of me now, pinning me. Striving to battle through the agony, I struggle, trying to shift my weight and get out from underneath him, but he’s strong – fuck is he strong – and I’m injured. I can barely move myself, let alone get him off me.
    The plastic bottles in my rucksack are crushing beneath me, the impact having already shattered them. The smell of blood is wafting all around, and all I can keep thinking is my picture of Carrie is going to get ruined from the blood leaking out of the bottles.
    I shove the thought aside, needing to focus on getting myself out of this. I’m all legs and arms, desperately kicking, hitting, trying anything I can to get free.
    He’s calm and collected, like he does this on a regular basis. He probably does.
    I need to focus.
    Think, Alex. Think . What will hurt him? He’s a guy. I know one thing that hurts them.
    So going with sheer desperation, that or stupidity, I go for the most sensitive part on a man and just hope it hurts a vampire the same. I clench my fist and punch him hard in the nuts before he even sees it coming.
    His eyes go wide, veins splintering into the whites of his evil eyes, mouth tight in a grimace, his hands instantly going to his groin. He groans in pain and rolls off me, dropping to his side.
    Not wasting a second, I scramble up onto my knees, then to my feet. Okay, I’m done fighting, now I’m running.
    I’m fifty feet and still moving when he tackles me from behind. I feel like I’m being take
    Face down in the dirt, I have a flashback of the night I was attacked and turned into this monster. The shock of it loses me my momentum and gives him the advantage. He flips me over onto my back in one easy move, sitting on my chest, he pins my arms by my side with his legs, leaving his arms free for whatever use he wants. And no matter how much I fight beneath him, there’s no give now. It seems he was going easy on me before, now he’s putting real effort in, and I don’t stand a chance.
    I start screaming as loud as I can, out of fear and frustration.
    The sound grates up out of my throat, my breath giving out on me. I know it won’t achieve anything, no one can hear or help me, but I just