Welcome t he sequel of Daybreak: Dusk. I do want to warn you readers that this story does deal with mentions of rape and assault. It shouldn't get too gaphic but just so you aren't too caught off guard. Things are pretty intense.
SPOV
My eyes slowly opened up to a dimly lit room. The walls were concrete and there were no windows. The only light source was a single, flickering lightbulb hanging from the cieling. I felt a tattered blanket and a rickety spring mattress underneath me. Where was I?
I sat up and the bed creaked. I closed my eyes and tried to remember what had happened.
I had gotten up from the couch and that's when I saw him. Sampson. His father and another man had also entered the house.
"What are you doing?" I asked. "Why are you here?"
"Damn, Sydney." He smiled. "I thought you'd be happy to see me. Especially since I brought your old man along."
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"Hi, Sydney." The other man said gently, but with that same evil smile. "I'm Henry. I'm your father."
"Oh my God." I breathed. I stepped back and yanked on Seth's hand.
"Don't try to bring your little friend into this." Damon warned.
Seth woke up and it took him a moment to realize what was happening.
"What's going on?" He asked defensively. He hopped over the back of the couch and stood in front of me.
"I'm here to reclaim my daughter." Henry said.
"I already have a father." I said. "A whole family. You missed your chance sixteen years ago."
"I was hoping that this would be easier." Sampson sighed. "But, I guess not."
Damon lunged and Seth and took him down before he could phase. I was knocked back in the process and was flipped over the back of the couch and landed on the coffee table.
"You're coming with us." Henry picked me up and I thrashed around trying to lose his grip.
"No!" I shouted. "Seth!"
There was no answer. Damon had taken care of him.
"Seth!" I called again.
"Do you ever shut up?" Sampson groaned. He drew back his hand and knocked me unconcious.
That was all I could remember. I looked around at my surroundings again. The room was dirty and cold. I couldn't hear anything outside. I waited for what seemed like hours. I didn't know exactly how long. Finally, someone came in. Someone I didn't know.
"You must be Sydney." He smiled.
"Who are you?" I asked. "Where am I?"
"I am a vampire and I am also a scientist. We are under the forests of Canada."
"What is your name?" I urged.
"I'm your grandfather. Joham."
"My grandfather?" I questioned.
"Yes. You see, for the past few hundred years, I have been expirementing with vampire hybrids. You are a very special specimen and evidence toward my series of expirements."
"What kind of expiriments are you talking about?" I was a little scared now.
"Well, first I'll study all of the aspects of your anatomical makeup." He smiled that evil smile. "Then we can get to the real experiments."
"What do you mean?"
"What I'm most interested in is the reproductive capabilities of hybrids."
It took me a moment to realize what exactly he was talking about. Then I figured it out.
"No." I said adamantly. "No, I won't let you."
"I was scared you wouldn't be so willing to contribute to such amazing scientific breakthroughs."
"I'm not buying any of your Stockholm's Sydnrome shit so you can cut that out."
"Looks like we'll have to do this the hard way." He sighed. "Sampson!"
Sampson came in with a pleased smile.
"Yes, Joham?"
"We'll have to tie her down before starting."
"Starting what?" I asked, horrified at what the answer might be.
"The experiment process." Sampson smirked. They came toward me and grabbed my arms. I starting screaming and trying to break free but they were too strong. They had my wrists tied to the bedpost and Sampson began to undress himself.
"Please, no!" I screamed, the tears welling up in my eyes. "No! No! No!"
"Would you shut up?" Sampson groaned before giving me another blow to the head.