Walk Like an Angel ~ Chapter 7

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The first sense to return back to me was my sense of touch. I was freezing and I was laying on something hard. Sliding my fingers a little forward I realized it was cement; I was laying on the ground.

The next was my hearing and I instantly regretted it the second it came.

All I could hear was growling .

It sounded feral.

It sounded vicious.

And it sounded like a death that would soon consume me if I didn't move right this second.

That is exactly what I did. And scrambling back as my eyes flew open I slammed into a fence that was completing my cage.

I looked up and I was instantly met with dirty brown eyes and a lovely set of fangs.

I heard hissing and saw that my would be killer was steaming. There were chains wrapped around him and a small cross sitting at his feet.

He was chained to a wall with, what I can surely assume, silver. His shaggy black hair was flopping across his face and he shook his angry eyes at me.

He was hungry, and I realize then that I was his snack.

The man was wearing what looked like used to be nice slacks and a barely buttoned shirt.

He was also very pissed.

I could hardly control my breathing but I knew I needed to. As soon as I got it leveled down the only noise left was his growling.

I do not know how long it took , but eventually he quieted down and settled for glaring into the side of my face.

I pulled my legs to my chin and went to put my head into my knees. I pulled back with a hiss and tenderly touch the side of my face. It seems I was bruised my Gabe's hard hook. Lovely.

Just then I heard a loud bang as a door flew open, and down the stairs came the man I only ever saw on t.v., Reverend Steve Newlin.

"Well hello there little miss sunshine, it seems you finally woke up." With that opening line a low growl from the man chained behind me followed.

Steve shushed him like a child and grinned clapping his hands together, " Please excuse your roommate, he's still adjusting to the change." His voice gained a slow edge to it. "I'm sure the smell is just driving him up the wall. You probably smell delicious, and considering he hasn't eaten in days . . .maybe weeks. Well , he's a bit ravenous now."

I hate him.

I pulled my knees closer together , trying not to show any more fear than I probably already had.

For once, in a very very long time, I wished that I was home.

In Ben Temp, getting annoyed at how many times Sookie would probably try to drag me out the house with her.

Steve chuckled and, thank goodness, turned to leave, " Dear abomination, if you can somehow find a way to capture your meal, I do hope you enjoy. Its the Devil's circle of life right ? The predator eats the pray and they rot in hell together. How perfect." And with that, he went up the stairs slamming the door as loudly as he came.

I couldn't hold it together anymore. I was strong for long enough.

All I wanted was freedom.
And as quickly as I got it, it was snatched away from me yet again.

I burst into tears.

I cried for my freedom. I cried for a home. I cried for the nature I could no longer relish in. I cried for it all.

As much as I liked to deny it… I was still a kid. A teenager. I can't be my own adult twenty four seven. I can't .

Soon enough the hyperventilating started and I couldn't focus anymore. I felt as if the walls were closing in around me .

"At least your a silent crier."

The tears wouldn't stop.

"Hey…"

I couldn't focus.

"Hey. . .hello" I curled into a ball.

"Blondie ! … HEY!"

My breathing stopped and my eyes were wide open as I tried to sort through my own shock.

I gasped in a gulp of air as the vampire started speaking.

"Thank fuck. You were damn near cardiac arrest and that is the last shit I need in this damn place."

I slowly sat up flipping my hair out of my face as it tried to stick to my cheeks from the sweat and tears.

"Listen up blondie," I stared blankly into his eyes and he sighed wearily when he realized that was all he was getting out of me. " I'm not going to eat you okay?"

I blinked and scooted further away.

"For fucks sake," He had quite the mouth. "I mean it, shit. I know the whole waking to growling isn't helping my convincing you but I thought you were a rejected FOTS or something. Obviously, your whole break down helped prove to me I thought wrong. Now for the love of whatever the hell you believe in, stop the damn crying."

I looked at him for a few more minutes, letting his words sink in.

And finally came back to my logical thoughts. Locking the adolescence away in the back of my mind, I wiped my cheeks with my shirt caller as much as I could.

I stood and looked him straight in the eye.

Cautiously, I approached the vampire. When I was standing almost directly in front of him I just stared.

"Are you gonna say anything or just fuckin' stare?", I realized then he had an english accent. It was. . . interesting.

I just kept staring.

"Fine." He growled again, but it wasn't as threatening as before.

"I am called Farrell."