I awoke what seems like ages later, my head felt heavy, and my whole body was sore. I wondered what time it was; I felt like I was in a holding tank, with no sense of time. It was a feeling I didn't enjoy one bit. That could easily be solved by opening the deep red velvet curtains completely covering the window above the bed. Still laying down on my stomach, I reached up with my arm, and put my fingers on the headboard, I sluggishly pulled myself onto my knees, and with that I took hold of the curtains and pulled them away. Pitch Black. I couldn't see anything past the dark inky night that succumbed the world outside. That meant that Eric and the female were awake and moving.

I wasn't sure what to do, what had Eric said about me staying here? The last thing I remembered from the night before was the sinking feeling of his fangs into my neck. My hand shot up to my neck, I didn't feel any puncture marks from where his fangs went in, so to inspect exactly what happened, I got up off the bed, cringing when the floorboards creaked, and I went into the attached bathroom in my room. I switched on the light, squinting when it ended up being brighter than I anticipated. The mirror showed me two clean, very faint fang shapes on my neck. No dry blood was in sight, he really did take care to get every last drop of my blood that had ran from my neck.

I gasped and jumped forwards, hitting the counter when I saw Eric in the mirror reflected behind me. I turned around quickly, he just stood there, arms crossed, silent. I only managed to stammer out nonsense before he said something.

"What were you doing?"

"I uh, I was just..." I sighed, "I was just seeing what the bite marks looked like, I remember you biting me last night."

I expected him to be mad at me, but he just laughed. My face quickly warmed up with the coming of a rosy blush on my face. He stopped laughing, but still had a smile across his face, this didn't go away as he used his body to press my back against the cold marble counter. He took my face in his hands, they felt similiar to the marble counter on my back, cold and smooth. It was now I became aware of my lack of clothing, Eric was very aware of it himself too. The feeling of him hard through clothing, was an interesting one, that left me desperate for his touch and attention. After greedily pressing his lips to mine, his hands slid down from my face and to my breasts. Goosebumps scattered along my skin where his hands touched. Hands left my breasts, trailing down for the treasure between my legs.

Admist Eric's finger slipping around my entrance, and me silently begging for more, for him to just let his finger enter me completely, the female opened the door, and rolled her eyes, placing her hands upon her hips.

"Eric, I would like to get her dressed. We do have important matters to settle at Fangtasia."

"Oh Pam, I was just having a little fun with our human." He stepped away from me, and I was able to relax my feet, wait, I was standing on the tips of my toes, how did that happen? "But I suppose, if these Important matters are that important..."

Pam smirked at me, then looked to Eric,

"She has quite a nice body for a breather."

"Indeed, that's why I should be left to matters such as these."

I just looked from the two of them, they just stood there looking at me intently. Feeling exposed, I wrapped my arms over my chest. This silence wasn't nice, but I wasn't going to break it, that can be left to them.

The silence was broken when Eric handed me over to Pam. He patted my back, then pushed me towards her gently.

"Go with Pam, she has clothes you can wear."

I complied, and went to her. I wasn't sure what to think when she put her arm around me, and lead me out of the bathroom. I could tell her eyes were not looking at the floor in front of me, I looked to my side, hoping to avoid eye contact with her. Some how she was more intimidating than Eric. She lead me into yet another bedroom, more elaborately decorated than my own. It had a dark, seductive atmosphere to it, the bed being the center piece, almost a pillow in itself. On it lay a pile of leather straps, I wasn't sure if I wanted to know what they are for. Then, Pam picked the pile up, handing it to me. It was a dress.

"Put this dress on-" she paused, studying the stupified expression that was gracing my face. "I don't have to dress you do I?"

"Well, I would rather you not, but I honestly don't know how the hell I would get this on."

She took the dress from my hands , saying nothing as she lifted my arms and slid it over them. Her hands slipped against my bare front, and once again, my goosebumps returned. Once the dress was on, I admired it in the mirror, I didn't know I could look so good in something, bits of skin showed off from the openings in the dress. Absent-mindedly I slipped on the heels she put before me. My gaze was broken from the mirror when she put her hands on my shoulders, and led me from the bedroom. Back to Fangtasia, the place that turned my life upside down.