Hey guys! Purrfictionist here. Here's the prologue for my new story on Bloodlines. Enjoy and don't forget to Read and Reply! I'd like at least one comment before I post the next chapter. :)

Prologue

Jillian:

"Tie it tighter," someone says.

I can recognize that voice anywhere. I've heard it a thousand times. That familiar sing-song voice that's so amazingly light and carefree. It's a voice you'd hear singing in plays, laughing with friends and cracking jokes. It's a voice that doesn't belong here, with them.

The Strigoi behind me pulls the rag around my mouth and I wince as the rough cloth scratches against my mouth. Blood runs down my mouth and I can watch the blood-thirsty red eyes of the Strigoi as they watch my blood drop drip into the puddle of water and blood on the wooden ground.

Loud hisses break out of the dark room and I push back against my cell. I'm bleeding, in front of at least six Strigoi who live for nothing but blood. My stomach churns and my eyes start to burn with tears. The Voice growls and I hear rapid footsteps tapping against the floor of the dungeon.

"We must keep her alive," The Voice calls. "You can feast on her later; turn her or whatever you want to do. Remember our Master's rules."

"Fine," a Strigoi hisses back. "But no promises."

Tears run down my cheeks and I swallow back a sob. A door opens and I feel my hands go limp by my side in fear. I can't die, at least not yet.

"Master called for you guys," someone calls. "He said that I should guard the girl until you return."

"Alright, make sure you watch her carefully," The Voice says.

"I will."

The door closes and a cold silence fills the air. Blood trickles down my chin and from my wrists. My head starts to grow heavier, and heavier from blood loss and I slump to the ground. I take small, rapid breaths through my aching lungs and I pull my legs up to my chest.

They're going to kill me.

I am going to die and the worst part of it all is that no one's going to rescue me. I'm all alone with no chances of living. I shut my eyes tight under the rag tied around my head and I start to shiver.

Sydney's in re-education, my link with Adrian is gone, Micah's avoiding me and Eddie's arrested all because I didn't see it earlier. I was too blind to see thatthey were playing their charades game right in front of me all the time. If only had I noticed before . . . none of this would have happened.

Loud voices from out the door start to roar out from the small crack between the door and the wooden floor.

"It is too early!" someone says.

"We cannot rush this," The Voice adds in.

"We have no choice," the Master says. "It is time. We must go and bring the girl. I am sure that when they hear her screams, they will make a move."

"No," I whisper. "No, please, no!" I sob as the door flies open.

The Strigoi run into the room and crack open the cage. I take my chances and push myself up to my feet with great effort and make a run out of the room.

The Strigoi laughs- clearly amused- and grabs me by my hair.

I scream and try to pry their fingers from my tangled hair and make things even worse. The Strigoi pushes me down onto my knees, his two long fangs only a matter of centimeters away from my throat.

"Struggle and you'll regret it," he hisses.

My hands dangle by my side motionless and I look up into those dark red eyes, frozen.

The Strigoi pulls me up to my feet and out of the dark room with his friends laughing. The Strigoi leads me through a dark corridor that's lit by a small light bulb.

A weird painting of simple red and black brush strokes spreads across the wall.

He pushes me further into the corridor and stops walking. He peers into the darkness as if he's looking for something and then nods. He gives me a strong push into the darkness and steps away from me. His hand drops from my hair and finds its place in his pocket as he backs away from me, his friends in his shadows.

Where's he going? What's happening? Why'd he let me go?

I stumble forward and lean against the wall. I step away from the darkness the Strigoi left me in and bump into a huge bar table I didn't notice before. A low chuckle breaks the eerie silence and I can feel my heart pound hard against my chest.

The person steps out of the shadows and my knees weaken beneath my feet.

"Why?" I whisper as I take in the Master's cold smile. "Why are you doing this?"

"For many reasons Jillian Dragomir. For so many reasons," the Master replies evilly.

The Master steps forward and something shiny and bright catches the light.

It's a dagger.

I let out a cry and I start to run back the way the Strigoi had left. The Master laughs and walks behind me twirling his dagger in the air impatiently.

There has to be a way out of here.

Is that light? The smallest of all rays of sunlight sneaks in through a slightly open window. A window's exactly what I need to get out of here.

Come on Jillian, I tell myself.You can do it.

I take a long stride towards the window and run into something hard and cold. Metal. My hands wrap around the bars of the door keeping me away from the window.

"No!" I cry. My hands tighten around the cold bars and I shake it harder. "No!"

"I have a surprise for you," the Master says walking out of the shadows with a phone held out. "Say hi to your friends Jillian."

I stay silent.

"Say it!"

I sob and drop down on to my knees, tired and weak.

"Leave her alone!" someone shouts through the phone.

I perk up at the familiar voice. "Eddie," I whisper.

He's out of jail.

"Let her go," someone else demands angrily. Adrian. "We'll do what you want, alright? Just let her go!"

The Master cackles and reaches out to grab me by my hair. I scream as he pulls me closer to him and the phone.

"Do you know how many times I have heard someone say that to me?" he asks. "'We'll do what you want, just let her go!' It never happens, Ivashkov. It never happens!"

The Master pulls out the dagger and slashes it across my arm. I scream and drop to the floor as the blood trickles down to my fingers. A sudden wave of fire flashes across my skin and I start to sob harder as the Master slashes my other arm.

"Eddie!" I cry. "Adrian!"

"Jill?" Eddie cries back. "I swear if you hurt her, I'll kill you. I'll kill you before anyone can stop me!"

Voices crackle behind Eddie's and the Master frowns.

"You're taping me," the Master says.

Silence fills the room.

"You are going to regret that, boy."

The Master stretches out the bloody dagger and uses the end to knock me hard on the head. I scream and hold my pounding head in my hands. My eyes start to grow heavy and Adrian's and Eddie's screams start to lower into small whispers and suddenly disappear. I roll my eyes up to look at the Master who is leaning down on the floor next to me with the phone besides him, smashed into tiny little pieces.

My eyes start to flutter close but I manage to look up into those chilling eyes that were once full of happiness and life.

"Take her to the room," the Master orders, standing up. "We are moving on to Plan B because Ms. Dragomir's friends weren't cooperative at all. They were tracking us. They're goal is to attack us in order to get back their dear princess. If we are going to succeed with our plan, my dear friends, we will have to carry out the execution."