Hey everyone! So this is just a short quick entry that I have decided to publish. I'm kinda just testing the waters out, seeing if I should work on it or not. Hope you all enjoy it! :)
Preface
The sharp silver tip dug into my neck, drawing blood, the sweet warmth of it trailing down, down, down. I was on the floor, the overweight man on top of me trying to get me to show some sort of fear. He'd tried beating me, burning me, even raping me, but as I continued to lay their motionless, emotionless, I saw him grow more and more angered. I wasn't reacting the way he wanted. I wasn't giving him the fear and panic he fed off of from all his victims. Moments before, when I was shoved in a dark cold room, I heard his previous captive. She had screamed so loud it was amazing no one had heard her. Her pleads for her life were loud and many, yet they were unheard. Never met. Now her body lay just a few feet away from me her eyes staring out, blank and dark. Never again would those eyes see the light of day or the faces of her family.
If he had come to get me while he dealt with this girl he would have seen the fear that he now so vainly tried to get out of me. I had sat in that room curled up in a ball, my hands over my ears in attempt to block out the sounds. The sounds that told me I had failed her. I had failed to get her out as I had promised, to get her back to her home which she had loved dearly. A home now lost to her forever. Once her screaming had stopped, small sobs echoed through the door. She had muttered something in a language that I didn't understand and that was the last of it. She had gone quiet and I knew I had lost her. He didn't come for me right after as I thought he would, but instead waited a couple hours. I assume he thought it would etch more fear in me. Instead in those couple hours I had promised myself that I wasn't going to give this man what he wanted. It was then that I had forced myself to become numb to everything, leaving only hatred to replace my fear.
"Stupid bitch. Scream!" My captive yelled at me, throwing another punch after realizing the knife had no effect on me. An ear splitting crack filled the room before a tremendous pain exploded on my face. It took all my power not to let out the scream that was trying to push its way out at that moment. He hit me again in my ribs, and that was when I began to feel the blackness approach. Never in my life had I anticipated something so much. It was almost over. All my pain and agony was almost put to an end and not once had I given in to my captive. I felt a smile tug at my lips and I could only wish that I could see the look on his face. "Get that smile off your face! No! You aren't supposed to smile!' He yelled while shaking me by my shoulders.
"Stop, William." It was a new voice, a female British accent, like mine, that hadn't been there at all before. "She has spirit, this one. Something her companion obviously didn't have. She has something that I feel my race needs."
"What are you implying, my queen?"
"You know what I'm suggesting."
"But-But…she can't join us-"
"Shut up, you blubbering idiot. I know she can't, but it is obvious she doesn't fear dying as most do. Anyways, she reminds me of me when I was human." The voice had neared, and I felt a finger trail itself along my face. Cringing away from her finger, I heard a whimper finally escape. Even on the brink of death, I was able to read her soul, and it was dark and evil. Not even a speck of compassion or kindness resided in her.
"I give you a gift I don't give many, human. How you use it or come to terms with it is completely in your hands." The voice was right at my ear now, her warm breath warming my ear in the cold room. I had opened my mouth to protest when I felt a sharp pain in my neck, and this time I couldn't hold it back. A loud scream escaped my mouth before everything finally went black.