I woke up to the feeling of water being splashed all over my face. I felt the burning sensation in the back of my throat from running so far. Slowly, my vision came back letting me take note of my surroundings. From what i could tell , i was in some kind of torture room. The room would have been pitch black if it weren't for the industrial fluorescent lights hung from the ceiling. The walls were lined with wet stone dotted with moss and mold. There were no windows. Tables were scattered around the room holding tools of many sorts. The room reeked of bleach and sterilizer giving it a morgue-like vibe. Buried under the smell of cleaner there was the smell of blood. My eyes started to gain a black tinting due to the smell of blood. The emptiness of my stomach weighed me down like a rock. "You're so easy to read." Sneered the blonde as she stepped out from behind whatever i was strapped to. Silence consumed us as i remained defiantly silent. "I thought I was going to have to force it out of you but you've just told me that you're a vampire." She spun around arrogantly on her heel, her blonde hair fanning out behind her as she marched to the other side of the room, her pristine black leather outfit showing of her curves perfectly. She grabbed a black leather bound notebook off of a wooden desk pressed up against the wall. "If I let you down, do you promise to do as I say?" She said as she strutted back towards me. I gave a slight nod to show that i heard and agreed. She pulled out an old fashioned key ring and fiddled with it until she found the right key and started unlocking me from the restraints. The restraints fully released without warning and i fell to the ground hissing in pain. From my position on the ground, I looked up and saw that the blonde woman was motioning to me that i should follow. She started walking towards a large iron door and pushed it open. I followed behind, my bare feet slapping on the cold stone floor. There was a hallway beyond the iron door, lined once again with fluorescent lights. We padded along silently for several minutes, passing doors labeled with different things ranging from dentistry to freezer. Eventually, we reached a door labeled interrogation. She once again pulled out the massive key ring and unlocked the door motioning that he should enter. "Go sit down, I'll be back soon and then we'll start." She closed the door behind her as she left leaving me with no choice but to sit down at one of the two chairs. I chose to sit at the chair facing the door so that if i didn't the loud clanking of the door opening at least i could see it. I sat there twiddling my thumbs in a room much like the first minus the torture tools, which was a relief. After a few more minutes she returned holding the same notebook and a pen.

"Very well. Let's get started, shall we?" She shut the door immediately and then pulled out the remaining chair and sat down.

"What is your name?" She demanded.

"Alex Kellner." I replied monotonously.

"Do you have any family?"

"No."

"Are you in a relationship?"

"No."

"How old are you?"

"27."

"Where do you live?"

"Anywhere I can find shelter. Why am I here?"

"Because you killed 11 people."

"But that was ten years ago."

"They're still dead. Why did you kill them?"

"It was an accident."

"What happened that night?"

"It was my 16th birthday and I was going to my first rave. On my way there, this thing, grabbed me and dragged me into a back alley."

"Please continue." She said as her pen flew viciously across her notebook.

"I don't really remember much after that. The next thing I knew I was waking up and I was covered in blood and surrounded by bodies. After that I started running from everyone. I tried to starve myself in a crate but one day I went crazy and killed an entire family of moose. Since then I've been surviving off animal blood."

"I see..." She said as she pondered the information.

"So now what?" I asked wearily.

"Now I will return you to your instructed cell and we'll see how long you last without trying to kill anyone." She replied ominously. Right on cue a burly man wearing a uniform came in through the door and grabbed me by the wrists and marched me back into the dismal corridor. This time, we marched in the opposite direction of the torture room until we reached a mold covered century old wooden door. Beyond that door there was a long winding staircase. Water dripped down from the roof making splashing sounds when the droplets smacked against the walls reeked of sweat and blood. Unlike in the aboveground part of the complex, this staircase was lined with torches, their light making the walls come alive with dancing shadows. After walking for what seemed like forever, we reached the bottom of the stairs and immediately turned right. It was then that I noticed something strange, the man that was pushing me forward didn't smell.

"Hey, you're not human are you?" I asked breaking the everlasting silence. The man didn't reply. "I could tell if you were human because I'd be able to smell your blood, but you don't seem to have any." At this the man made a grunting sound and stopped.

"Go in there." He said. His voice was surprisingly rough, as if he had a terrible cold. I did as I was told and went into the cell the man was motioning to. The man closed the door behind me and locked it. The cell was small, about 7 by 8 feet. It was dimly lit by a hole in the ceiling that probably led to the upper part of the complex.

Once again, this is my first fanfic so please give me feedback! I'm super thankful to anyone that's following this story. I still don't have a plot for the story so please PM me with suggestions for what you think should happen and I'll try to include it.