Cyra awoke in a dark room, a cold thick collar attached to a thick chain around her neck.
"What the fuck?" She tugged at the collar.
"So you awake. I thought they killed you. I'll probably follow close behind." A gay male voice said. She looked at him: Dark skinned, tall, thin, muscled in camouflage pants.
"Where the hell are we?" she asked looking around.
"Hey you talk wired girl. Were you from?" He said.
"I'm from Pennsylvania. Now answer my damn question."
"I don't know baby cakes. I've been down here for...I don't know how long. "
"Oh, well...uh..." Cyra blinked.
"Hey, if we gonna die whats your name Honey? I'm Lafayette."
"Cyra."
The vampires above all shivered, including Eric, owner and founder of the bar Fangtasia that lay just above.
His blue gaze snapped to the floor and he rose from his throne on his own small stage. Pam looked alarmed but he waved her down. Then Chow the same, he instructed them to stay and he made his way into the kitchen.
His feet were silent as he opened the EMPLOYEES ONLY door and went down the stairs.
Lafayette hid behind a pillar and took Cyra with him.
Eric looked around at the humans: A woman with matted brown hair, a man with blonde going gray hair, Lafayette and some one with long brown hair next to him.
"Lafayette, you are a drag queen. I know you are not kissing her."
His low voice echoed in the damp room. "Move away from her." He commanded in the dark.
Lafayette obeyed, shrinking back as far as his chain would let him.
"I will have your chain shortened, so you can not interfere with...well anything really." Eric told the pity human.
He strode over to see Cyra. "I believe it was you." Was all he said.
"Me? And what, may I ask, are you talking about? Oh fuck it, I'm asking any way." She retorted.
Eric almost smiled at her sassy remark, but he kept his mask in place. Even with his heightened eye sight, Eric could barely see her face.
"You young woman need to mind your tongue." With that he went back up stairs and threw the door.
That was a month ago, Eric had almost forgotten about the girl with long brown hair.
Lafayette was taken out two weeks in, the others assumed he was killed and moved on. Cyra had lost a lot of weight just as the others known as Rebecca and John did.
John was switched out for a man with a sack over his head.
The man put a silver cross to Eric's cheek and Eric let out a nearly demonic growl before biting the screaming man. He tore the man apart, his intestine's flying all over.
A feminine giggle made his attention snap to were a familiar form sat. Her knees were pulled up to her chest and her arms around them. Eric strode over to her and squatted to be eye level with her.
"You find that amusing girl?" He asked.
"And hot. " she added.
Eric felt no reaction on her part, she wasn't lying.
He allowed his grin to stretch across his lips.
"Hm. Then you wont mind cleaning him up? More importantly, do I have blood in my hair?"
"Sure If you mean gather his bits and pieces. And..." Cyra boldly touched his cheek that had healed and she made him turn his face.
Eric didn't know why but her touch did not anger or bother him, the opposite really. He let the girl touch him and move his head.
"Yeah, there's some in there." She dropped her soft hand.
"Where?"
She touched the chunk of hair with the blood in it. "Here." She said.
"Pam is going to kill me." He almost whined.
Cyra dropped her hand to her lap and looked unconcerned.
"When I return, you will clean him off the floor." He ordered.
"Yes sir." She spoke like she had a lisp to show her sarcasm.
"Watch your tongue, or you might just loose it." He stood and left, covered in the mans blood.
Cyra shrugged and ignored the glare Tina gave her.