PART TWO

She awoke some time later in a room. She looked around and found it just as dark as outside. She tried to move from what she laid on and found herself tied down. She panicked in fear and tried to scream only to realize she couldn't. She looked around in horror to see if anyone else was in the room but only could sense herself.

What have I got myself into?

The door creaked open and Frank stepped in. His hair hung in his face, his hazel eyes bore into hers and she suddenly realized that his skin was all too pale.

"Ah, sleeping beauty is awake." He said to someone behind him.

She tried to see who was out there but couldn't. She muffled a scream and found the binding tightened on her wrists and she bit back a scream of pain. She felt something warm move down her hands. Blood.

"Come now Nicole, you must take care of yourself. If you cut your wrists now we won't be able to contain ourselves."

She looked at him in horror.

"You see, we feed on blood and tonight that is your honor." He said as he took a seat next to her.

She struggled to move away from him and moaned as the binding cut further into her wrists.

He grabbed her and sat her upright. His eyes engulfed in anger. "Now stop that girl!" he said and back-handed her.

Tears sprang from her blue eyes.

"And that is quite enough Frank." The other figure said and stepped into the room and turned the lights on.

She squinted as her eyes adjusted to the light. Frank and the other man were pale, very pale and very Goth-like.

I'm going to die.

"Leave her be Frank. I will take care of her wounds. You go now and keep the others company." He ordered.

Frank bowed his head and left the room, closing the door behind him.

"He is right though, you must take care of yourself."

He sat her up and pulled the binding from her wrists and pulled them in front of her and examined the damage. She bit back a cry. They were bad, really bad.

"See? I knew Frank would tie them too much and look what they have done to you." He whispered.

She bent her head as pain shot through her. He stood and walked over to a table and grabbed a box. A first aid kit and came back and sat next to her.

"I will clean them up and bandage them, but you must behave. If you do that for me, I will remove the gag. Agree?"

She nodded as he tended to her wounds. She muffled in pain as he pressed Bactine on the cuts. Once that was done, he wrapped them in gauze and put everything away. She kept her promise, she behaved and he kept her and removed the gag.

"Now you're Nicole yes?"

She nodded, licking her dry lips.

"I'm Gerard and I'll get you water. You seem parched."

She gave him a weak smile.

He left the room and she lay back down. She felt too weak, too tired to fight back. When Gerard returned, she sat up and accepted the bottle water and took a large gulp and sighed. She closed her eyes for a moment, she could feel him near her but she had to calm her nerves before she had another panic attack.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

She shook her head, tears threatening to fall from her eyes, "You're going to kill me. How do you think I feel?" she said angrily.

He sat back with an amuse look etched in his face. His hazel eyes filled with emptiness. "Kill you? Is that what Frank told you?"

She bit her lip, "He told me you need blood and that would be my honor. How freaky is that?" she spatted.

"Frank has a way with words. Yes, we do drink blood but you are not to be harmed and I have warned him of that. As for him hitting you, it'll not happen again. You have my word on that."

She shook her head, her red hair cascading around her angry eyes. She pushed the strands behind her ears and looked up to him again, anger now in her eyes. "I want off this bus right now. I asked for a ride home not to be kidnapped!" she screamed.

He grabbed her by the arm and held her in place, his eyes glaring down into her own. She coward some but her anger was still boiling. "You will keep your voice down. It's bad enough they want you dead, but I will not go for it. Not tonight!" he hissed.

"Then kill me you sorry piece of shit!"

He threw her on the bed and marched to the door, opening it slightly and slamming it behind him. She heard the lock click and took a deep breath and screamed. She didn't care what he said, she wanted off the bus.

Damnit all to Hell!

She lay back on the bed, she soon realized she was on and tried to calm herself. Her heart was racing and the tears burned her eyes as she cried. What had she gotten herself into?

Oh Brad, maybe marrying you was the right thing to do. I screwed up and now you'll pay for my mistakes.

She fell into a deep dreamless sleep.