I woke up with a massive headache, having no idea where I was or how I had gotten there. I opened my eyes enough to see the room I was in.
It resembled a dungeon you might see in horror movie, it had cracked walls, old rusty pipes dripping small amounts of rusty water, but what frightened me most of all was what I was attached to.
I just realized that I had what resembled a metal dog collar fastened around my neck. The collar was attached to a pole in the ground, which in turn linked to a circular device on the ceiling. I knew I wasn't taken by any human. After all, what human could possibly do something like this to their own kind?
I looked around again and noticed that I was not the only person chained up in this dungeon. There were three other people, an older man who was curled up on the ground and a younger man, not too much older than me, sitting against a wall in the corner that appeared to have something like whip marks on his back. The other man had dark skin and was on the ground leaning against the wall desperately trying to get the drips of water that came from the ceiling. It appeared to be no use because he would spit it up in disgust immediately after. I decided not to talk to any of them. I needed to find a way to escape from this Hell.
I do not know how much time passed, but I suppose it was a few days. They had brought another man in, one who talked to the desperate man. They were trying to devise an escape plan. At this point I was so deep inside my own mind and my own plans of escape that I barley heard them.
I spent my time feeling around the damp floor, trying to find something to be able to break the chains with. My attempts became feeble and I had to retreat back into my mind and ask myself, Why am I here? What did I do to deserve something so awful?
Just when I thought my hopes were as low as they could possibly be, someone came downstairs into the dungeon and pulled the older man out screaming. I heard screams above for a few minutes, but then all noise evaporated. Any shred of hope I had of getting out of here alive had left me.
I thought of my sister. Even thought she was never the best sister in the world, I missed her so much at the thought of never seeing her again. I started to cry. The eyeliner and mascara I wore to the wedding appeared in my tears. I looked down at my body, and noticed that my legs and feet were filthy, and that my dress had been torn so that it came above my knees. My pantyhose, which I borrowed from Cam just for the wedding, were in horrible condition. I then closed my eyes as tears still fell from them and drifted off into an uncomfortable sleep.
When I awoke, I had a crick in my neck and my head hurt from the floor. I heard the door at the top of the stairs open.
The man who came down was not unknown to me. I tried to place his face with the little sanity I had left, and then it clicked. He was the bartender at the vampire bar I went to the night I got taken! That must be where I am.
I realize that he is walking towards me. I did not scream, but I stupidly attempted to scramble up and hide behind the wall. He got in front of me and looked at me with a stony expression. He then unhooked my collar and led me up the stairs, holding my arm. Did he really expect me to run?
We entered a lit room on the other side of the door, which caused my eyes to sting. They haven't even seen artificial light in days. There are a few doors spread around this room, which I suppose is in the back of the bar.
Even though, I was almost positive what comes next, I did not scream. I figure it would buy me some time to try any last pathetic escape ideas I have. He opened one of the doors, and left me in what I assume is meant to be a storage room, even though there is nothing in it.
"What did I do?" I asked him right before he closed the door. He paused, "I'm not the person to ask", he said bluntly, and then shut the door.
I heard a deadbolt slide into place. I heard his footsteps die away. I then looked around for any way to escape. The wall was drywall, which meant it would be easy to break through, but I wasn't sure how much time I had, and I had almost forgotten that a vampire would easily hear what was going on if I started smashing in dry wall. I gave up.
I sank into one of the corners of my new cell, awaiting my fate, not knowing where to turn. I thought about what the vampire said about him not being the one to ask.
It had only been about an hour, but I wanted to scream more than I have ever wanted to do anything. Not because I thought it would do any good, but because I thought it would feel good to release. I couldn't risk it, though.
I heard footsteps on the other side of the door. I pushed my back against the wall so hard, hoping I would somehow be pushed through it and back to my house. The footsteps got closer and closer until I heard the deadlock slide open on the door.
The man that entered scared me shitless. He was not the same man that put me here. He was about a foot taller than me with relatively long blonde hair, broad shoulders, and piercing blue eyes. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen, but also more frightening, mostly since he was a vampire and I was a human he could kill as easily as I could kill a fly.
He shut the door behind him, and just looked at me, still sunken in to the corner. I looked back, taking in his every feature. I noticed that he was wearing black jeans and a black t-shirt, very vampire like, I thought. I wanted to talk, but could not find my voice. Luckily, he spoke first.
"What's your name?" he asked his voice deep and smooth as silk.
This was no time to be stupid, but I didn't want a vampire to know my name, and I'm a good liar. "Lucy", I said confidently.
He gave me a dark half-smile. "Are you sure you wouldn't like to rescind that before we continue?"
Shit! How did he fucking know? No use lying now. "Lily, my name is Lily."
"Good. Now Lily, do you know why you're here?"
I honestly had no idea so I told him, "No, I'm not sure why I'm here".
"Are you certain about that?" he asked, his face expressionless.
"Yes, positive", I said, not knowing what else to say. I was telling the truth, but clearly he didn't believe me.
"Stand up", he said icily. I was too nervous to comply right away.
I blinked and he was over me. He grabbed my arm and yanked me up. As if I wasn't cornered enough before, now I was actually being cornered in a corner.
"Tell me what you did", he said, looking down at me.
"I swear I have no idea what you're talking about. You have the wrong person". I could feel the tears building up.
If he was angry before now he was furious. He apparently thought he knew I was lying. He grabbed my elbows in a steel tight grasp. I tried to squirm free, but my attempts were futile. The tears were now flowing freely. He shoved me up the wall so that my feet were dangling and we were eye to eye.
"P-please tell me what you think I did, because I swear I didn't do anything", I said in barely more than a whisper.
"You staked a vampire and you act as if I am playing games with you", his words were low and deadly.
I had no idea what he was talking about, and then it clicked in my mind. "That vampire staked himself", I said automatically, "and he deserved what he got, he was trying to kill me!" The mood wasn't any lighter and he didn't release me, so I guess I said the wrong thing again. Oh, fuck me! Shit!
"Perhaps if you get a taste of death you will be ready to give me something of value", he said moving his hand down to my wrist and stroking the veins with his thumb.
"I told you everything I know. I don't know what you want to hear." I knew that was the stupidest thing I had ever done the moment the words left my mouth. He let me fall, and I made the silly mistake of thinking he believed me. I tried to inch away, and I got a good three feet from him before he was in front of me once more.
"You will tell me everything", he said, his fangs extended. With that he vanished and the door shut, once again locked. I then put my head on the floor and shrank into a ball, once again letting tears fall from my eyes.