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Three other guys surrounded me, forming a triangle. Dargon came up in front of my and lifted his fist, dropping in with full force towards my head.
I didn't even hear myself screaming, my head felt like rocks were pounding in my head, trying to break through my skull. Water surrounded me, and it got even darker. That last thing I saw was the silent tears streaming down Dimitri's face. Then I was gone…
Confusion and Clouds
I was half awake, my eyes still closed. My throat was dry, and I started groaning loudly. Thankfully, someone put a flat sort of bowl against my lip and tipped it up. I groaned again – happily this time. But… it tasted… well, bitter is the closest word to the tangy, thick liquid – it was disgusting – but I took it anyway, I was parched.
I stopped to breathe – I was gulping big mouthfuls down, streams also escaping down my cheeks. It made me want to puke once the liquid got down and started digesting. My mind was cloudy, but I started to remember again… the Strigoi!
My eyes shot open and I meet the eyes of Dargon. I struggled out of my sitting position, screaming words that would have had people glaring evil looks at me… but I was roped to a chair – it was like a reply of the last time I got kidnapped by Strigoi, but hopefully Dimitri won't be taking the place of Mason.
When I stopped struggling – uselessly – my eyes cleared, and the ringing in my ear – from the vile they gave me – silenced, I looked around the room. No one was in the room except Dargon by me – but I heard echoing footsteps outside the pitch-dark hole that was probably their door – staring and grinning with dark satisfaction…. What was he--?
Then I knew what was happening, and what was about to happen very, very soon.
His left hand, hanging limp against his side was gushing with blood, dripping on the rocky ground of the cave. There were also drops smeared on my clothes, rope, chair, skin… and my mouth.
I couched violently, trying to get the Strigoi blood out of me, but all that really came out was my own saliva – the little blood that came out was probably mine too. I looked up to see Dargon's figure vibrating – the ringing came back, so I couldn't really hear him laughing well, it was all muffled. He looked back down to me, and in one quick movement, he grabbed my head and twisted it so my neck was facing him. My scream got stuck in my throat. I wasn't expecting this – didn't they say they were going to eat me? I would have taking that instead of this.
I tried to stay calm, trying to be brave, but my breath came out staggered and I was gasping in little portions of air. Then I felt his fangs brush against my neck gently, sliding from my ear lobe to just above my shoulder blade, but suddenly he became stiff and his fangs sank in – deep! My scream came out now – a blood-curling scream, one so loud it hurt my own ears, but it didn't look like it affected Dargon much, he was still drinking my blood.
I was passing out – again – but this time I thought I heard someone else's scream mixed with mine. Dargon lifted his head, gave me another one of his evil grins, and walked out of the room with blood smeared all over his face.
"Soon," I thought he said.