Interogation Room
3:34:27 pm

I hummed softly to myself. The interrogation room was a fifteen foot cube. I liked the high ceilings, nice touch. It was designed for the most uncorroperative of guests. Which would have explained why I was handcuffed to this chair which was bolted to the ground with reinforced steel. Not hard to break but when there happened to be enough laughing gas inside any break I could make in it. I was rather compelled to sit down calmly.

I wondered how much time had passed. They took my watch to my displeasure. Which followed by my shoelaces. Hey, at least I'm comfortable. I mean, it could be worse. I could have a flipping centaur watching every move I make through a microscopic camera somewhere on the wall. Said centaur could also be listening in to anything I said with a microphone, approximately the same size. Oh, wait, that happened five minutes ago.

"Can I have something to drink?" I asked sweetly, licking my lips.

"Are you willing to cooperate?" said someone over a speaker I could not see. I targeted the sound which was coming from behind me. Through the gleam of the steel table in front of me I pinpointed to origin of the disturbance and magnified it through the desk's scratched reflection. It made me a little nauseous but I got over it.

"Centaur," I stated. "I would have put you around the age of thirty three human years. Male, cocky, you might like my brother. He enjoys devouring your type."

"Very funny," he said sarcastically. "Do you have a name?"

"Do you?" I countered. "And honestly, a microdot? I was expecting someone to at least speak to me in person. I am rather thirsty."

"Smart little leech," I heard someone mutter behind him. My ear pricked.

"Care to restate that last comment?" I sneered. "I could be out of here in twenty seconds flat if I wanted to."

"So why don't you?" challenged the separate voice. He seemed rather agitated. Did I kill someone in his family?

"I'm not going to give you a reason to send four thousand volts of electricity through my body," I said smiling into the camera which was undoubtedly in front of me. "Let's see. Elf for sure. I'm guessing that you were an only child and the middle age of any cousins. Harsh father, most likely argued with the spouse. Or spouses by that slightly hurt tone in your voice."

"Who do you-"

"Lycaena Hella," I said unfazed. He would get the joke and I'm not refering to my little centaur friend. "Come on centaur. I gave you my name and I have a feeling that you're running a background check on it only for it to come up blank."

The failing beep sound through the speaker, barely audible for even my hearing, confirmed these suspicions.

"You know, if you give me your name I'll be less likely to drain you of your precious blood," I said. "Of course, I've never been all for promises. But centaur is a has a tad too much sinew for my taste. I favor the Florida Panther."

Even this would give him enough information to bump me up on their LEP's Andnihilo List. Which, in my opinion, is a spectacular list to be on. Andnihilo is basic Latin for Demon. You wouldn't believe how much the humans stole from us. By telling him my food choice I identified myself as a vampire that was able to travel to the human world and back. But he knew that already seeing that I was busted in a Miami club for killing some guy who was hitting on me.

I only bit him once. And he wasn't even worth it, his blood was all bitter.

"Well then Lycaena Hella, are you going to corroperate?" asked the centaur. He was very experienced seeing that his tone was still level with the slightest hint of distraction as he worked magic with a keyboard.

"I'll tell you everything," I said leaning it towards the camera. "Three conditions."

"Name your price demon," I swear if that elf classified me with werewolves one more timeI was going to not only bite him but let him burn in hell for the week it took to change. Then I'll kill him. I have some Venenum somewhere...but it might have been one of the things they confiscated.

"I'll tell you everything you want to know about the Prasylabras as long as you do these things for me first," there was no comment. "You might want to write this down Oh Unnamed One.

"First off, I would like to take a shower. I am perfectly capable of bathing myself and I care to do just that. This is not an excuse to tasser me randomly. I will corroperate under these conditions.

"Second, a drink would be pleasant. Note that I am not demanding but rather requisitioning all of these to be filled. I would prefer a nice, long drink. Seeing that it is illegal to offer me the live prey I desire, I will settle for some normal blood. Nothing human, we wouldn't like to get out of control now would we.

"My final requirement is rather blunt," I said folding my hands behind me. "I want Artemis Foul in this room within forty-eight hours. He may be accompanied by up to three beings. Anything less of these simple requirements will result in your immediate demise. Are we clear?"

"Crystal."

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this is the shortest thing i have ever written. ever. i think the author's note on my last story was longer than this. so i like to think of it more like a prologue instead of a chapter. i just want someone to tell me whether or not the idea is going to be pleasurable to read about.
translation: review. please!
jace :)