He's Gone and She's Lost

Chapter I

Realization

Summary: Integra lost her memory and kept dreaming of a certain vampire in red clad. And who's this guy Dominic who took her as his prisoner?

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She opened her eyes and realized she wasn't in her bedroom. Automatically, her hand reached aside for her glasses on the nightstand. But there wasn't her glasses to be found, nor did she find the nightstand. But she could see without the glasses, so she looked around curiously.

She was on a large wood-carved bedroom. It seemed old. The bedroom where she was has large space. There were only three furniture beside the bed; a bureau, a cupboard, and a nightstand at the other side of the bed. They were in the same style. After some moment she realized that she was wearing a simple white nightgown. She peeked through the collar and found out she wasn't wearing a bra and had a simple white panty. She couldn't remember what was the last clothe she wore, but these weren't her.

She moved her left leg slowly and touched the soft fur of the carpet. The carpet was thick and so soft. It felt so smooth against her bare foot. She moved the other leg and stood. She didn't know the place, and she wanted to find out where she was. She was about to make her way toward the door when suddenly it cracked open. Someone stepped in.

It was a man. He has black hair and a simple black suit. Strange, his black hair reminded her of someone. Then she caught her face. He has high aristocrat nose –again, it reminded her of someone –and his eyes were red.

"Vampire!" She acknowledged the man in shock. She stepped back in aware as he approached her step by step.

"Stop right there!" She commanded him.

She didn't surprise to find a commanding tone in her voice. Somehow she felt like she was used with that way to command. Yet the man didn't stop. It made her angry and a little scared.

"Scared?" His voice sent a chill toward her.

She tried to keep her face normal, while her hearts beat like trashing fish. How dare this filthy vampire assuming that she was scared?

"Scared? I'm not scared! I'm never scared, for I am… " Wait, who was she?

Her eyes widened in shock. She couldn't finish her sentence. The words were just on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't spit it out. WHO WAS SHE?

"Who? Who are you, little girl?" Mocked the vampire. He smiled wickedly at her looseness.

"Don't you dare to come nearer!" Her hand moved to her hip, as if she had something to defend herself attached there. As she found nothing, she gave up the idea and prepared herself for anything which was to come. She wished her glare could hurt him, for it was the last defense she had. But the creature laughed at her effort. It wasn't an amused laughed. It was wicked and mocking.

"Silly little creature."

"Shut up! Tell me, what do you want?" Again, she talked with that kind of commanding tone.

He stared at her for a moment, enjoying her deathly glare.

"Can you tell me who you are?" He asked her. She didn't answer. He smiled again.

"You are Integra. You used to be a vampire hunter but you've fallen. And now, you're my prisoner." With that he left. Integra couldn't understand why, but she caught uneasiness from the way he left her.

Integra hated her condition. She tried and tried to catch her lost memory, but she couldn't find anything. It tortured her. She didn't understand anything, yet she knew that she had something important to do. But what was that? And this shadow of a man. Sometime she caught a flash or so inside her mind. It was a man, she was sure. He was covered in red. And judging from his eyes, he was a vampire, just like the vampire who had claimed her as his prisoner.

After the man left her, Integra decided to carefully look around her bedroom. Well… It was her prison actually. At one side of the wall were a line of huge windows. They were covered by heavy red maroon curtain. Full of hope, she opened it just to find that someone had blocked it with metal. It was blocked completely and didn't even let a drop of sun ray through. She noticed that the windows had no glasses on them. Silly, there's no way she would want to commit suicide.

The side across the wall with the windows had nothing at all but a single wooden door. It looked so heavy, and after several try, she decided it was impossible for her to break it. At the other side of the room were two simple wooden doors. She opened one which was a closet. The other one was a bathroom. Again, she chuckled in disbelief as she found that someone had moved the mirror in hurry. She wasn't an idiot. She would keep fighting till the very end.

She couldn't tell whether it was evening or morning, but her body told her it was evening, when the man came to her bedroom. He had a tray with him. On it was a cup.

"You're an English woman. You drink tea." He said and put the tea on the nightstand. Integra just sat down on the edge of the bed. She didn't say anything but watched the man's face carefully. What did he want from her? Wasn't it far simpler to just kill her?

"Who are you?" She finally asked him. It didn't sound like a question. It sounded more like an order.

"Drink your tea, and I'll tell who I am." He said pointed to her tea.

After several minutes glaring at him without any result, she took the tea and sipped it. It made her felt better, and she drank the delicious tea in one gulp. He smiled slightly when he saw this. Then she was going to brush her lips. Quickly he handed out a dark handkerchief and stepped forward, not intending to hand it to Integra and let her do it by her self. Instead, he brought it to her lips. She jerked –of course –but he's a vampire and obviously quicker. After that he stepped back and put the handkerchief back in one of his pockets.

"I can take care of my self." She said angrily.

"Sure. That's why you are here." He said sarcastically.

"Whatever. Now tell me who you are." She demanded.

He took the cup on the tray and walked casually to the door and answered,

"My name is Dominic." Again, he left.

A/N: There we start. I've finished the storyline for this fict, so I'm going to up-date it constantly. Feel free to review or flame or whatever you want to do. And please do remind me if I forget to update it. ^_^

Oh yeah, sorry about the grammar, I'm Indonesian.