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I don't know where to go, can't do it alone - Lenka
"Piss off," I moaned, pushing away the hand that kept touching my hair. To my disgust, I realized it was Val, playing with my hair. "Asshole!" I groaned and quickly got off the bed. A wave of nausea rushed over me. I tried to ignore it, but the falter in my step gave me away. Val quickly caught me before I dropped to the ground again. My vision was blurred. There were two Val's, and I had four hands. "Get off!" I demanded, but my voice sounded slurred.
"You need to sleep," Val's husky voice told me.
"I can't see," I complained when I hit the too comfy bed again.
"You hit your head hard," he excused.
"I can't move," I moaned, trying to remove myself from him.
"There's not enough blood in your system to su-"
"Yeah, maybe because somebody won't stop sucking my blood!" I snapped, making that sentence loud and clear.
"I was actually helping you the second time!" he snapped back, holding me tight to him so I really couldn't move.
"Yeah, really?" I laughed sarcastically, "Because it's so necessary to suck someone's blood to knock them unconscious for four days!"
"Somebody can't count," he muttered. "You hit your head hard."
"I'm counting the lip thing too!" I cried, using the small amount of strength in me to wiggle away from me.
"Fine, I was helping you the third time!"
"Care to elaborate?" I demanded, successfully failing to move.
"My saliva cleans your wound, heals it, numbs it, does whatever it needs to do to fix it," he explained impatiently, "if I didn't lick before biting, it would've hurt a lot more."
"Hmph," I grunted, showing I was clearly unhappy with the answer.
"Get some sleep," he ordered, making me a slight bit more uncomfortable.
"Make me," I muttered, but I could feel my heavy lids drooping down.
He didn't say anything. My stomach growled. I didn't blame it. The last time I ate was 3 hours before I went to work at Pauli's. How life was so different then.
"I'm hungry," I told Val, who was still holding me hostage in his arms, which were undeniably warm and comfy. A blanket and a pillow in one.
He sighed and loosened me, "Don't try to run because there's no where to run to. We're in the middle of a desert."
Great. Like I could run anywhere. I couldn't even get off the bed. Stupid blood sucking human. Vampire my ass. I didn't need Blade to defeat that son of a bitch.
I heard a small gust of wind and a wall slamming. He was gone, and I was cold. There was no blanket, at least not where my arms could reach. The bastard couldn't expect to be my blanket the whole time.
The whole time. How long was 'the whole time'? How long was I even going to be here? How long was I their hostage? How long before they kill me? No doubt they were going to kill me, but not yet. They had to show dad I was alive, but I was going to die anyway, so it made no difference. Great.
Mum.
I couldn't believe they took her too. She didn't know about it either, but she didn't learn martial arts when she was a teenager. There was no way she made it out without any scratches, not even I did. I hated to admit, my mum was weak, selfless. She would do anything for anyone, just not herself. It was our job to spoil her, because she never did herself. She didn't deserve this at all. I didn't deserve this at all. I did nothing to those vampire wannabes. Val didn't even flinch at the kick in the dick.
Another gust of wind blew through the air, and the wall slammed again.
"Dinner in bed?" a husky voice purred. It would've been sexy if I didn't know who it was.
"Dinner?" I asked, sitting up, using up all my strength.
"It's 8:34pm on Friday," he informed me, holding me up while balancing the plate at the same time, "I caught you on Sunday."
"I'm not a fish, bastard," I muttered and stared at the plate of steak, mashed potato and veggies with gravy. Didn't know 'vampires' could make food.
"Just eat," he ordered and placed the plate on my lap. He sat behind me, being my backrest and wrapped an arm around my waist while studying my wound with the other.
I didn't like the position we were in, but I was too hungry to point this out to him. I scarfed down the meat and started with the veggies, leaving the delicious mash till last.
"Is everything still blurry?" he asked, tracing the scar with his lips.
"Yep," I lied through a mouthful of potato.
"You serious?" Val sounded slightly alarmed.
"Nope," I smiled and took another spoonful. It was good stuff for people who don't eat normal food.
"Good," he said and I felt his lips curve upwards on my neck. It made me shiver a little, but I couldn't and I wouldn't let it get to me. "Sorry."
"No, it's-" what was I doing? I placed the knife and fork on the plate and held it out to him, "I'm done."
"I'll be back," he whispered in my ear, "sleep."
There was something in his voice that made me immediately obey. I was tired anyway, so I laid down and closed my eyes. I didn't even hear the wall open and close, and for the first time there, I slept willingly.
A strong pair of arms picked me up and carried me into another room. I recognized the swish of wind and the wall slam. When I opened my eyes, it was too late to see where the door was. We were in a brighter room, complete pure white walls. It blinded me. There was a bathtub, sink, toilet, and shower. I guessed it was time for me to wash. It'd almost been a week, and I really did reek.
I laughed at my own stupid rhyme and tried to get comfy in the arms.
"What's so funny?" Val asked, looking down at me with curiosity.
"Nothing," I muttered, realizing nothing should be funny in my situation.
He shrugged and put me down on the floor. I groaned. I didn't want to wash, not yet. He started unbuttoning my Pauli's work shirt I still had on.
"Piss off freak," I said, swatting away his big hands. "I can do it myself."
"You can't stand by yourself," he noted, and of course he was right.
"Go away," I demanded, sitting up, ignoring the massive head rush. "I can do it myself. Now get out!"
"Orders," he told me matter of factly, "can't leave you in a room alone-"
"It's not like it stopped you before!" I snapped when Val was clear again. Damn why were kidnappers so cute?
"Awake," he finished, shaking his head impatiently. "C'mon, you need a shower."
"So do you," I spat, lying again.
"Is that an invitation?" he smirked with a raised eyebrow.
"No bastard," I growled and weakly punched his stomach.
He chuckled and tried to stand me up. "How do you expect to stand alone in the shower?"
"I expect a bath would be more reasonable," I compromised.
"Undress," Val ordered and leaned over me to turn on the bath taps. "I'm not going to rape you," he laughed when he saw my deadly expression, "calm down."
He couldn't expect me to calm down, not in this situation. He added bubbles to the bath, thankfully, but I didn't start undressing just yet. When the bath was full, and the bubbles were everywhere, he glanced down at me expectantly.
"Turn around!" I snapped, "don't expect I'm going to show you anything."
He smirked, but nevertheless, turned around.
I quickly ripped off the shirt, shorts, and undergarments. Getting myself into the bath was a different problem. It was high, very high for a bath, or at least to me. Sitting up was a pain, I didn't see how I could get over alone, but I wasn't going to ask Val for help.
Reading my mind, he swiftly turned around, picked me up, and slowly dropped me into the water. I growled at him, angry that he'd even seen some of me.
He grinned wickedly, grabbing a stool I hadn't seen before and sat down.
"Turn. Around," I repeated my demand before.
"I can't see through the bubbles, don't worry," Val chuckled.
"I don't. Care." I growled through my teeth.
Sensing my anger, he put his hands up as in surrender and turned around.
The water was soothing. The perfect temperature for me. I sighed in deep relief, and Val chuckled to himself. I ignored him, promising myself not to let him, but I let out a snarl at him.
"Arrogant," he muttered, loud enough for me to hear.
"Dick wit," I snapped back.
"Bitch."
"Bastard."
"Whore." Dunno where that came from.
"Fuck head."
"I'm not sure that would work between us."
"Fuck off."
He laughed again and crossed his legs. I dipped my head in water. It felt so good, I stayed there for a couple of minutes. A strong hand pulled me out.
"What the hell was that for?" I screeched, trying to pull his hand off my arm.
"What the hell was that for?" he repeated, growling. "Don't try drowning yourself."
"What's the difference?" I snapped, "I'm going to die anyway."
"Not that way!" he spat and let go hesitantly. "Try another like that, and I'll chain you up."
"Bite me," I muttered and rubbed the spot where he yanked me. It was going to bruise, just like when he grabbed my jaw.
I knew it was the wrong thing to say when Val, shot the deadly look at me, making my deadly eyes look like a puppy face. He didn't turn around, which made me nervous. I slowly began rubbing the shampoo in that was sitting at the corner of the bath tub. He was watching my every move, making me conscious of my every move.
The bath seemed excruciatingly long. I wanted to get out as soon as possible, but time seemed to drag. Finally, when I was done, I requested a towel in such a timid voice, I sounded like a mouse. He turned around respectfully and let me dry myself in peace.
"You can turn around now," I told him when I tied the towel around my chest, letting it drape down to cover the rest of my body. He seemed to gulp at the sight and I smiled.
"I'll get you clean clothes," he muttered and let the room in a rush.
I ceased at my chance and remembered the spot of the wall he left. There had to be another exit. He didn't do anything to open the wall, just walk towards it.
Grabbing my work clothes, I walked towards the opposite wall, feeling stupid that I was about to walk into a wall. It opened, to my utter surprise. I was right. There was an open corridor, and like the bathroom, it was completely white. Only one man was walking down the corridor. He turned around with his penetrating red eyes, boring into me. I gasped and turned to get back, but it was too late. He saw me.
