Fear struck my heart as I realized I was prisoner. Prisoner of whom? The government? They knew about vampires? I thought frantically. The emptiness of the cell surrounding me left me disconcerted and uncomfortable. Everything was too white!
A loud crash resounded through the thick walls. I whipped around and ran to the glass wall, straining to peer to the right of the hallway. A vampire was violently thrashing against the 3 uniformed men who were holding a strange device to his temple. One of the uniformed workers grabbed a small metal collar from his belt and enclosed it around the vampires neck. I was alarmed that he had not broken free of them. How were these strange humans powerful enough to restrain us? And how did that device help them?
I realized with a gasp that a similar metal collar was on my neck. I reached up and grasped a hand around the collar on my throat. It seemed to be made of extremely finely braided metal, woven together into a thick collar. I looked down at my now torn jeans and dirty shirt and sighed loudly. This inexplicable confinement was some kind of torture.
8 hours later I was still sitting in the same spot, staring at the wall. I was going crazy with boredom and confusion. I heard a loud clang behind me. A tile in the metal wall behind me had slid upwards to reveal a small compartment. A small box lay in it. I darted over nervously. What could it be?
It was a small cardboard box with a label on it saying "D001147033". What did that mean? I heard a swishing inside the box. A small perforation was in the side. I shook the box, and a strong odor wafted from it. There was blood inside this box! They were feeding me in this crude, revolting manner.
I popped open the perforation and poured the blood down my throat. It was stale, bitter, and I couldn't even tell if it was animal or human blood. Obviously my satisfaction was the least of their worries.
I heard a clang from behind the left wall, and a shuffling noise. Then another one a few minutes later. I guessed that all the vampires in the cells around me were receiving their nourishment right now. If I could hear the cell beside me, maybe the person in it could hear me as well, I realized. I walked over to the wall and banged on it as hard as I could with my fist, and yelped, realizing how hard the material was.
There was silence on the other end. The inhabitant had stopped moving. I heard a small patter of feet and then a pause. Then I heard three soft thuds on the wall. I banged back four times. The inhabitant answered with 5.
Great, I thought pessimistically, now what. I leaned against the wall and slid down and began trying to recall my pre-vampire life to pass the time.
I must have fallen asleep for a long time, when I woke up, I could hear the restless activity in the cells around me. I rubbed my eyes and sat up. I heard a small squeak and my eyes darted around for the source of the noise. I heard a loud bang and all of a sudden my vision fogged up. I sat up and frantically rubbed my eyes and scrambled forward, before rough arms grabbed me and I blacked out.
When I regained consciousness, I was lying on a metal table strapped down with the same material from the collar on my neck. A man in a blue lab coat was shuffling through papers to the left of my peripheral vision. He turned around and walked over to me.
"Hello, subject D001147" he said stoically.
"Who are you" I said hoarsely.
"You are being fed a new type of diet. You're here for experimentation obviously. Today we will be testing your pain threshold. " he said.
"What did I do to you?" I asked sincerely. Why were they holding me captive?
"Creatures like you are causing instability in major cities in the U.S. The government has only recently learned of your existence, so as you can imagine, we are anxious to exterminate your species. You however are lucky. You will remain alive as long as you are useful for research." he smiled down at me. I gave him a look of pure loathing.
"Shall we proceed?" he asked mockingly. I felt anger raging through me. I had never felt so vulnerable since... since Victoria had first bitten me.
He began attaching a strange wire to my temple. A few assistants walked into the room and helped attach more wires. I squirmed with fear and discomfort. The man walked over to a switchboard on the side wall of the room and began applying current.
Tremors wracked my body and I screamed in pain. This was worse than anything I had felt. My body felt like it was on fire. It was like the pain of transformation all over again. I screamed and felt venom building in my mouth. Why wouldn't he stop! What did I do! I would do anything to leave this god forsaken place. My face contorted with agony and I thrashed wildly against my restraints. The voices of the workers around me faded into the background as a loud ringing noise filled my ears. I felt some sort of liquid trickling down from my ears. Was I bleeding some strange grayish vampire body fluid? This thought was immediately replaced with renewed agony as I felt the fire shoot through my body once more.
All of a sudden the pain stopped. I stared at the ceiling, my body still trembling. I gagged, as if my body wanted to throw up. I was too shocked to speak. The man muttered something and I trembled, anticipating the torture to renew.
"You are doing pretty well compared to your peers" he said thoughtfully. I cringed and silently prayed that this was the end. I had never felt so forlorn. There was nothing in the world to help me. What did life mean? Was I going to die? Where was Edward... I thought vaguely. This was my end? This was the fate I had silently trudged towards my entire life... and afterlife?
I heard a click as the heavy door of the room opened. A table similar to mine was being rolled in. I craned my neck hoping to catch a glance of my fellow victim. My mouth dropped open as I recognized the person on the stretcher.
Thats all. Will probably update tomorrow. Sorry everything is going slow. Forgive me! I am new to writing fanfic. Actually I am new to writing. This is the first fiction I have voluntarily written in my entire life! The first time was probably when we had to practice for state sanctioned writing tests in the third grade... man those suck