And here is another instalment of Sweet Surrender. Hopefully you all enjoy, and thank you all so much for reviewing!! Lets try for five again, since you all did so well.. read, enjoy and review!

I opened my eyes and looked groggily around the room, slightly confused. It took me a minute to figure out where I was, but after a minute the events of the night before came flooding back to me. I sighed; waking up and not knowing where I was, was starting to become the normal, and I wasn't sure that I liked that.

The room was almost completely dark; only a couple of candles in brackets attached to the ceiling gave light to the dark room. The heavy curtains had been pulled over the window while I was sleeping. Curious, I got up, my feet landing on a plush maroon carpet. Walking over to the window, I reached out and felt the curtains. They were made of a black velvet, and the edges were tucked around the sides of the window so that none of the glass was visible. I pulled the curtains open, and quickly squeezed my eyes shut at the blinding light that came through the panes.

After being in the dark for so long, my eyes took a minute to adjust to the sunlight, but after they did I was amazed by the scene spread out under me.

I was being held in the third floor of an old, stone castle. The grounds were professionally manicured, with a large fountain sitting in the center of a circular driveway. The grounds, as far as I could see, were surrounded by trees, with no other signs of civilization that I could tell. My spirits dropped a little; this would make any attempt at escape that much more difficult.

I perched on the sill, resting my head against the window frame. The sunlight felt so good and warm on my skin after being locked up in the dark for so long. My mind drifted off, thinking about my family, and my house that I didn't know if I would ever see again.

A gasp from behind me jerked me out of my solitude. I was yanked forcefully backwards away from the window and back into the dimly lit room. The maid who had brought the dress to me earlier was hastily tucking the curtains back around the sill, completely blocking out the light once more.

I stood there, startled, as she turned angrily towards me.

'Miss! Don't you ever do that again! That is the number one rule in this house. If a curtain is open, leave it open; and if it is shut, then it stays shut. Leave them the way that you found them. Is that clear?'

I nodded, 'Sorry,' I muttered. This was the most interesting thing that I had ever heard. I was slightly annoyed at the girl, I mean, what had I been doing wrong? Is it against the law to want to see some sunlight? But I wasn't going to say anything. I had learned my lesson about talking back.

The maid began to talk again, but in a softer tone this time. 'I came to see if you wanted to take a bath and freshen up a bit.'

Bath!? I perked up at the very word. Reaching up to feel my hair, I realized it was in a tangled mess. I must look like a zombie, I thought. 'That would be wonderful!' I said, unable to keep the excitement out of my voice.

A slight smile flickered over the maid's face; or was it just the shadows? Anyway, I followed the maid out into the hall, and walked down a corridor and stopped at a door on the left. The maid opened it and gestured into the room. I moved toward the room, a bit hesitantly at first, because I couldn't see what was in the room, but as soon as the tub filled with hot water came into my line of sight, with fresh towels sitting on a table beside it, I shut the door eagerly behind me.

I stayed in the tub longer than I needed to, just soaking, taking in the incredible warmth. It took me two shampoos to get all of the dirt out of my hair.

Sighing, I got out of the tub and wrapped myself in one of the towels. Seeing a mirror hanging over the table, I grabbed the second towel and wiped the steam off of the glass. The person looking back in the mirror startled me. It wasn't the same person I had last seen when I looked in a mirror.

My face was shallow looking, and paler that I had been before (which is saying something). My cheek sported a large purple bruise, while my left eye was black and blue. And on my neck was the scariest thing of all. Two puncture marks marred pale skin. A blue bruise surrounded the marks, almost highlighting them.

Seeing the wound made me realize how much control these vampires actually had over me. They could do whatever they wanted, and I had absolutely no control over it. I had to get away as soon as I could, or who knew what would happen to me.

Under the towels were clean clothes; a black adidas sweatshirt along with a pair of boot cut jeans, and a comb. Putting the clothes on, and then taking the comb to my wet hair, I pulled out all the tangles and breathed in the fresh scent of the shampoo. When I had finished, I gathered up all my old clothes and the towels, and pulled open the door.

Leaning on the wall across from me was the person who I had never wanted to see ever again. Caleb's face leered at me as he stood leisurely with his arms folded across his chest. His eyes took in my damp hair and new clothes, but they rested on the bruise he had left on my neck last night.

'Well you certainly look better after a shower, and I think that bruise adds to the beauty of the look.'

I glared at him, remembering the last time I had made a smart comment to him and not wanting to repeat the experience. An icy stare was all I was willing to risk.

'Fine, don't thank me for the complement.' He smirked. 'you do however, need to come with me. Leave those,' he indicated the clothes, 'in the bathroom, and someone will take care of them.'

He watched as I dropped my bundle on the floor. Gesturing for me to walk ahead of him, Caleb pushed off the stone wall and put his hand on the small of my back. I shivered at his touch, but not in the pleasant way that I had when Jason touched me, but a shiver of fear and loathing.

He led me down the same staircase as last night, and towards the French doors again.

'No, No, No…' I panicked.

But instead of going through these doors, we turned to the right and headed down a stone hall with portraits lining the walls. Men and women I had never seen, stared down at me with stern faces, only one or two of the portraits held smiling faces. Under my feet, the floor was covered with a Persian carpet. As Caleb steered me through a large oak door, I thought I saw a vaguely familiar face one of the pictures, but I was pushed into the room too fast to take a closer look.