Chapter One

Waking up in an unfamiliar bed is always disorienting. Add to that the fact that the room I found myself in was pitch black and my hands were tied together above my head, and you might understand why I was worried.

The bed was huge and covered in the smoothest cotton sheets with what felt like dozens of fluffy pillows. I tried to wriggle around a bit but was too scared of making noise to really accomplish anything. Lying still and listening, all I could hear was my own heartbeat and shallow breathing. It felt like a big room. I couldn't get any sense of where the walls were, despite my eyes starting to adjust a little. It must be really really dark...

How did I get here? I tried to recall what I had done the day before, but it was a complete blank to me. Had I been here a long time? I remembered leaving from somewhere.., I think? I had no clue. Why didn't I remember anything? I desperately tried to recall where I lived, with no luck. What day was it? For all that I knew, I could have been unconscious for a year. Had I been in an accident? But if this was a hospital, why would someone tie my hands? And no hospital I had ever heard of had beds like this. Maybe someone had drugged me? A rape-drug? That thought made me shiver and my whole body run cold, like if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over me.

I laid there in the complete silence for what must have been hours, trying to figure out what was happening to me. Suddenly there was a noise to my right and my head snapped in that direction. A noise like if something moved and disturbed some fabric, despite that I ten minutes earlier could have sworn there was no one else in the room but me. I held my breath whilst listening intently to find any new sounds besides my thumping heart. There must be a person there. Was he or she tied down and lost like me? Or was it the person who had put me here? I couldn't decide if I should call out or not, but I was too scared to move so I simply stayed as still as possible. Whoever it was didn't make a lot of noise, not even in their sleep.

There was some movement in the air, as if someone big moved through the room. Not tied down then. I could faintly pick out the footfall approaching and passing the bed, which made me scramble back into the headboard. The blanket that had earlier covered my shoulders fell down from the movement. I realized I was completely naked underneath, and now my boobs where exposed to the cool night air.

The person was moving something solid, and then there was light. The person was a huge man. He was looking out a big window and I could see his naked profile against the pale evening sky. I couldn't help but pull in my breath in surprise. What kind of person stands butt naked in front of a window for the whole world to see? Okay, so not my problem right now. My problem right now was more in the line of "survive a huge kidnapper that might or might not rape me till kingdom come".

I started to sob pathetically in my dark corner but the man didn't seem to notice. After a few minutes he turned around, spared me an indifferent glance and walked away. I shut my eyes and hurdled together as far as my ties would allow. He was moving around in the apartment, minding his own business and I begun to look at my own situation. Unless he wanted me to pee in his bed he was going to have to release me soon. Should I alert him to this? Surely he would realize himself that I needed to get to the bathroom after being tied to a bed for God knows how long?

He returned maybe ten minutes later and shook my shoulders quite gently, but his hands were cold and I shuddered at his touch. When he turned me around I opened my eyes and saw his blue staring back at me.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"Here. With me." he answered and held a glass of orange juice to my lips. "You must have some sustenance, drink."

I carefully drank the liquid, trying not to spill but it was unavoidable in my position. I could feel a few drips escaping down my cheek. The man swiped up the escaped drops with a finger when the glass was empty and then put his digit to my lips. My eyes bugged out and I tried to withdraw from him. Did he really expect me to lick his fingers clean? Was he crazy? Apparently he was. He held my head in place with a strong grip of my neck and pushed his wet finger into my mouth. Now, thinking about it, I believe that I must have been crazy, but at that moment I didn't think. I bit his finger.

I shouldn't have done that. He threw me down into the pillows with a roar and backhanded me with his good hand. It hurt like hell. I couldn't see anything but red stars for an eternity. When I managed to focus again I saw his face mere inches from mine, and his canines were protruding from between his closed lips. I couldn't believe my eyes. What kind of monster was this? I realized I was going to die. I couldn't believe this was happening to me but here I was, God knows where, locked up with this maniac.

"I do not know if you are stupid, but if you want what is good for you you should carefully reconsider your approach to this situation." he slowly stated, looking deeply into my eyes. I simply nodded. He turned to leave, and I quickly returned to my previous dilemma.

"Uhmm, excuse me, err, mister..?" I mumbled, terrified. He stopped and listened without answering. "Could I visit the bathroom, please?" I croaked out, and hid my face among he pillows.

Faster than I could imagine he had somehow removed my still bound hands from the headboard and yanked me to my feet. Holding my hands above my head he pushed me through a short passage and into a huge bathroom. It had everything it seemed. Besides a toilet.

"Now what?" he demanded.

"I need to pee," I stated.

He was muttering something under his breath and I begun to worry that this was going to be even worse than I imagined. He lead me to the shower stall and waited for me to do my thing. I don't think I have ever been so embarrassed in my entire life but after a little hesitation I understood this was as good as it was going to get. I felt my skin turn pink under his gaze as my urine flowed down along my legs. He turned on the shower and rinsed me down with water that was way too cold before grabbing a towel and drying of the worst. When he was satisfied that I wouldn't drip all over his floor I guess, he lead me back to my bed and reattached my bounds.

"I am going to make a phone call, do not move and do not make a racket," he told me before he left.

He didn't bother to cover me with my blanket either and I shivered, goose bumps spreading across my skin. Did I mention that he was still frekkin naked? Didn't he get cold? I could hear him dialing the number and waiting for someone to pick up at the other end.

"Pam. This is not working. She cries on my pillows and she bit me when I fed her." he spoke into the phone.

"No, of course do I not have accommodation for a human in my lair. She is peeing in my shower and sleeping in my bed."

"I rest on the couch."

"And what is she supposed to eat? You have not thought this through. I know you enjoy your pets but couldn't you have given me something else? Something that does not require so much attention, like a new car, or property or stock in some company?"

"Alright, I'm coming over."

He was going to leave me for some time. Maybe I would have a chance of escape while he was gone. If this was my window for freedom, I was gonna take it. I heard him get dressed and fiddling with some papers.

"I'll soon be back" he called at me, and disappeared.

Now, how do I disappear? And where would I go? I couldn't even recall my own name, much less where I was supposed to go. And I still had no clue of where I was. Hopefully still in the States... I wriggled around until I sat on my knees inspecting my ties. My hands were hold together by a plain but very solid pair of steel handcuffs. They didn't look like the ones you buy in adult shops and my mood sank. The chain between the cuffs was hooked up to a padlock attaching them to the wrought iron bed frame. I groaned. It would be impossible to escape without either the key or some serious power tools.

So I looked around trying to identify one of the keys. I could now see that the room was indeed quite spacious, but not as huge as I had imagined. To the right there was a media corner with some stylish lounge furniture and to the left was the passage towards the bathroom. Further away I thought I could distinguish what looked like a kitchen. The walls were painted some warm color I could not identify in the poor light, and there was almost nothing hung up besides a huge sword. It was polished but the edge was slightly uneven and the leather clad handle looked stained. I didn't think that it was a piece of decor and I swallowed down my fear for who this man really was.

No key as far as I could see. Damn. I was angry. Angry at the huge man, angry at God for doing this to me and angry at the world in general for not coming to my aid. I jerked the handcuffs a hard as I could, banging around in frustration until my wrists were too sore to continue and I collapsed in a panting mess. I think I fell asleep.

The man had returned and was sitting beside me when I woke up, intently studying my features. He was very good looking, even if he was crazy and had fangs.

"Are you going to kill me?" I asked him.

"No, I promised Pam I would give this a try." he said and smiled a little. He reached out and stroked my hair, but he looked hurt when I flinched. "You are scared, yes?"

I nodded, and he continued to speak.

"That is probably wise of you, but for now you need to cooperate. I am going to explain a few things to you and you will lie still and listen, understood? For your own sake, do not piss me off any further." He paused to gauge my reaction. I didn't know what to think so I simply stared back at him trying to ignore my vulnerable situation.

"I am not human. I am what you might call a vampire. I do not eat human food, instead I drink blood although I do not have to kill to do so. You may consider me a bit like an overgrown mosquito."

He winked at me. I thought I was going to die and the bastard winked at me! I closed my eyes and told myself this must be some kind of weird totally fucked up night mare. I pinched my skin but he wouldn't go away, instead he continued to speak.

"My progeny, Pam, presented you to me yesterday, as an anniversary gift. She thought you would make a nice pet for me, although I do not feel any particular need to care for a human. She, however, keeps several that you will be able to meet later on, and she made me promise to try you out, so to speak. Do you have any questions?"

I thought about that for a while. Finding myself helplessly in the hands of a blood sucking monster who seemed oblivious to what he was supposed to do with me, I didn't quite know what to think. Was this truly real? Wouldn't I just wake up any minute, panting and tangled in sweat stained sheets?

"Why don't I remember anything?" I finally asked. "Who am I?"