I was shoved roughly into the camp my eyes were covered with a sack and
my hands were tied with rope behind my back. Once the vampaneze stop
shoving me around he pushing me to the ground where I fell to my knees. I
heard them talking but I could not recognize any of there voices. Then I
heard foot steps come toward me then the sack was lifted off my head and I
was staring at a boy roughly my age. He looked at me a minute then asked a
vampaneze where he found me. Then the question I was dreading came to
my ears "what should we do with her" some one asked. "Tie her to the post"
the young boy said I was lifted up in one fast movement and the ropes were
removed and shackles were place on my wrist tying them behind my back
again. I look around a poorly built camp and around at the vampaneze there
were no friendly faces here. I finally just looked down at the dirt covered
ground for if I thought of what was going to happen to me next I might start
crying and I did not want them to know I was afraid. Finally there was a
whooshing sound and the young boy was looking down at me with his cold
red eyes peering through me. Finally he took his hand up and sliced my
lower neck where my shoulder connects, I wanted to cry out but I didn't. He
leaned down and began to drink the blood that poured out and first I tried to
head but him but I could not so I did the most stupid thing even I use my
hands and lift me up and raised my legs up from beneath me and kick him in
the head he hiss and fell back words to the ground and with amazing speed
he came at me and threw back my head spat spit in my cut. I heard
vampaneze cheering "finish her off". But he stood up and said "leave her
they will come and try to save her and no one better touch her unless I say"
he yelled in a tone that meant you better do it. I laid there panting trying to
catch my breath why we did he not finish me off, all the stories I was told
about the vampaneze they drained their victims. So why did he let me live,
was it was because he want the vampires to come and save me or was there
so thing else to it I wondered. I was there tired to that post for four days with
no food or water or blood and I was starting to get really weak, I could not
hold my head or even open my eyes for my vision was failing and it made
me sicker. It was the forth day when I was sitting with my head resting down
on my chest when I heard a whooshing sound and some one undoing the
shackles and lifting me up I was to weak to care and the movement made me
pass out. I woke later chain to yet another post in what looked like a cave or
a tunnel; next to me on the ground was a plate of food and water and a mug
of blood, I ate the food fast and drank the blood and water down in record
time. "I see you're finally a wake" a voice came out of no where. I turned
toward the voice to see the boy resting on a coffin in the corner. I jumped at
the sound of his voice. "Don't worry I will not hurt you" he said calmly. I
replayed coldly "You all ready did, so your word means nothing to me" I
said boldly staring at him. He laughed and jumped off the coffins lid. "Your
right, and I like you courage, no one has ever stood up to me like that, that is
why you are still alive" he said walking up to me. "You do not scare me" I
said "oh really he said as he came at me and pressed his lips to mine, at first
I tried to shove him away but he was stronger then I was so I gave in and let
him kiss me and first it was a hard kiss then he used his tongue and licked
my lips and I open my mouth and he bit my lower lip I could feel the blood
ran in my mouth and down my chin he quickly licked it way with his tongue.
He finally quit and flited out. I sat there breathlessly wonder what had just
happen my head was in a blur.