Clank. Clank. Clank.
That's the sound my foot makes, as it comes in contact repeatedly with the metal bars confining me. Right now it's not so much of an attempt to break them, as it is an attempt to focus my mind on something so I don't go insane.
I've been in here for almost twelve hours. Or more. If I slept for more than a day. I'm just going by my watch.
I have no idea why I'm in a cage, or why there is a new, white, bracelet on my right arm. One that won't come off, no matter how much I bite or pull at it.
I have no idea who's sick idea of a joke this is, but I do know that when I find out they're as good as dead.
I sigh, lowering my foot for the first time in three hours, before kicking the bars I had been hitting them, before that I had been cursing in as many way shapes or forms as I could. Before that I had been trying to pick the lock.
My legs hurt, my knuckles hurt, I've lost my voice, and my arms are completely red from being stuck through the holes left between the bars of the cage.
I lean by back against the bars of the cage. Relaxing for the first time since I woke up. I hadn't realized until now how tired I am. Or how hungry.
I close my eyes. Maybe this is a dream. Maybe I'll wake up and my sisters will be eating breakfast, talking happily with each other, and they'll welcome me into the conversation, placing a plate in front of me.
No such luck. When I open my eyes I'm still in the cage, surrounded by metal bars and darkness, only now there's something else. A door is open in front of me, no light, but a man is standing there, staring at me.
"Hello." The man smiles, walking towards me, towards the cage, and suddenly I'm glade it's there, glad it's between us.
The man sits down, cross legged in front of the cage, still smiling at me. "I see you've calmed down." He looks at the bars of the cage. Even if I didn't break them they're a bit bent, and dented. "I didn't expect you to take twelve hours just to calm down, though I guess if you hadn't it wouldn't have been you, I like fiesty ones."
Feisty ones? What the hell is this freak talking about?
He leans forward, still smiling. "Hello Buttercup." He whispers. "My name is Butch Jojo." His right hand grabs one of the bars, twisting it and pulling it away from the cage. "I'm a vampire." His eyes start glowing, a bright neon green, as he pushes forward towards my paralyzed body, wrapping his arms around me and placing his head on top of mine. "You're my mate."
A/N
Next chapter will be longer, I promise. This is just to get things started.