Author's Note: So I decided to have a little fun with this chapter… It's going to be from another character's point of view… Let's see how many of you can guess who it is by the end!

Just a warning, this chapter is a little brutal and bloody! Also, there will be a reappearance of yet another character!

Chapter Fourteen: Lost in Darkness

"Crying out in pain but no one knows how to find you

You're lost in darkness

Crying out in vain but no one knows how to reach you

You're lost in darkness

You're lost in darkness again…"

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When I woke up, the first thing that fluttered through my pounding head was a piece of Shakespeare.

'Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war'.

Someone needed to check my brain for damage obviously. No sane person thinks of Julius Caesar after a night I just had.

Groaning, I rolled onto what I hoped was my back and raised a hand to my temple. Then I heard a rough, deep chuckle.

"You might not want to move. You got a pretty big gash across your pretty face," someone sneered. A roll of nausea went through my stomach and I puked all over myself. I inhaled, struggling for air and not vomit, but the air was too thick and filled with something that filled my lungs like fire.

"What… the hell," I coughed. I raised a hand to my head again but this time I touched something wet and warm. Blood.

Lovely, I thought. Apparently I did have a nice gash on my forehead.

"Where am I?" I demanded in a raspy voice. Someone kicked me and I moaned, curling onto my side, my ribs singing from the blow.

"Shut up, you piece of shit," said Deep Voice. Another blow was delivered to my spine and my body jerked.

"Nighty night," someone said before something solid was brought down to my bleeding head.

Everything went black.

When I surfaced again, I coughed violently. Blood splattered along the dirt floor I was lying on. I struggled to open my eyes and found myself face down in a makeshift cell.

With a grunt, I pushed myself up to an awkward sitting position, leaning against a wall. I coughed again and blinked. I heard a whirr of a fan and glanced up, spotting one taped to the top corner of the wall opposite to me. A small, dried up plant the color of old mustard was placed in front of it, and the seeds or dust or whatever was blowing directly on me. Every breathe I took was like breathing in toxic fumes and my body fought the scrambling urge to find clean air. I felt like a diver stuck under water, forced to breathe in water instead of oxygen.

Looking down, I saw I was dressed in ripped jeans and a stained t-shirt with bare feet. I was covered in mud, vomit, blood and other things I didn't want to put a name to.

"Well, well, Sleeping Beauty is awake again."

I looked up towards what I assumed was the door, where a little opening slid open like a peephole and two black eyes glared at me. My head lolled to the side and I couldn't find the strength to lift it again. I focused on taking short breaths, wincing at each one.

"Where. Am. I," I forced out between my teeth.

"In a cage where you belong," the man behind the door said in a harsh tone. I wheezed and threw up more blood.

"Why…" I breathed heavily. Suddenly the door was thrown open, revealing a tall, muscular man dressed in all black. He knelt in front of me, grabbing my face so I had to look at him.

His black eyes burned into mine and I noticed a scar on the side of his neck. He sneered in my face as he dragged a knife along my cheek. The blade sliced my flesh neatly and I grunted, trying to pull my face away. The fingers around my jaw tightened and I felt my bones protesting against the strong grip.

"You know what you did… And I'm going to make sure that you pay," the man was saying. I rolled my eyes so I could look at him again.

"Who are you?" I demanded in a weak voice. The man grinned, showing off a set of very sharp teeth, his eyes flashing.

"My name is Mark. And until I feel like finally killing you, I'm going to make you my little bitch," he snarled. Then, quick as a flash, Mark jammed the knife into my chest. I gurgled, choking slightly, before passing out yet again.

I felt a reoccurring theme happening every time I woke up. It seemed I would wake, choke a little on the poisonous air, and then Mark would walk in and beat the shit out of me until I lost consciousness again.

Finally, Mark didn't return. I could only assume that mean it was night and he left. Coughing, I crawled across the floor, struggling to reach the door. I slapped a hand against the wooden door.

"Help," I called out in a hoarse whisper. "Someone help."

I don't know how long I called out for. Eventually I stopped, leaning against the wall next to the door. My eyes were closed and my breathing was painful. I slid back into the painless blackness easily.

I woke up lying in the middle of the forest. I sat up and realized I was at a camp site. I was completely healed and was in fresh clothes. I stood up and looked around in confusion.

"Hello?" I called out, my voice clear and strong, echoing through the trees. I heard no answer, only the call of birds and chattering of squirrels.

"Hello!" I cried out louder. Silence answered me.

Running a hand through my hair, I rummaged through the camping supplies, in hopes of finding something that would give me a clue as to where the hell I was. I found nothing. I paused, huffing in annoyance.

There was something strangely familiar about this place but I couldn't put my finger on it. Growling, I kicked over one of the tents in frustration.

"What's got your panties in a twist?" I whirled at the female voice but before I could see who it was…

"Wake up, asshole. Wake up!" Someone kicked me hard in the side and I woke with a jolt, gasping.

"Get up." A hand grabbed me by the hair and yanked me to my feet. I struggled not to cry out in pain.

"Someone get his hands and feet," a voice ordered. Hands went for my hands and feet and I felt shackles press into my skin tightly. My arms were lifted above my head and my feet were braced apart. I hissed at the pain of the metal biting into my wrists and ankles.

"Now leave us and go stand watch." I opened my eyes and saw the guy, Mark, staring at me with a hard look on his face, his massive arms crossed over his chest.

"You know, when you tie up a vampire," he started, circling me slowly, "You're suppose to use vervain ropes. But I like the poetry of silver shackles for you."

"Silver…won't…hurt me," I panted, doing my best to glare at him. Mark grabbed my throat and I struggled for air, thrashing like a fish on a hook. I felt the chains rub my wrists raw, before I felt the slow trickle of blood.

"You better keep your mouth shut if you want to keep those pearly whites," Mark snapped, before releasing my windpipe. I gasped weakly for air and coughed up more blood. Vaguely, I noticed the fan wasn't working so the air wasn't filled with those plant fumes.

Mark drew out a large hunting knife and sliced away my shirt. In one quick motion, he stabbed me in the ribs. I gasped in pain as I felt the blade slid close to my heart. With no remorse, Mark dragged it along my flesh deeply and I screamed in pain and blood poured down my side. The knife slid out before it reentered my skin, this time along my throat. I felt it dig into my main artery and more blood gushed.

All I could do was groan and pray for unconsciousness to consume me again. I knew these injuries wouldn't kill me, not until he wanted me dead.

Through bleary eyes, I saw Mark slid on some black leather gloves before producing more of that yellowed plant out of a bag. He bared his teeth at me before he stuffed it into my bleeding wounds on my neck and side.

White hot agony burned through my veins and I screamed again, unable to stop tears from sliding down my face. The plant burned like fire and my body jerked away from it, which only caused the wrist restraints to bit deeper into my skin, causing more blood to fall.

The torture of cut, bleed and stuff continued for hours. I begged for the blackness to take me but it evaded me. After a long time, Mark stopped and left me dangling in the middle of the cell, bleeding and burned. The fan switched back on once he left the room and the toxic air filled my lungs again. I barely could take a breath without heaving up more blood and bile.

Then finally, finally, I slid out of consciousness again.

I was back at the camp site. Instead of looking around, I marched directly towards the trees. I thought I heard the vague sound of running water and decided to follow it.

I found myself in front of a small stream. Stooping, I cupped up some of the water. Bringing it to my lips, I sipped it cautiously. It was fresh and cool, and unbelievably delicious.

Suddenly consumed by my thirst, I drank more and more of the water as fast as I could. Pausing to catch my breath, I inhaled deeply and out of nowhere a deep, burning pain erupting from my lungs, my throat and my stomach. I cried out…

Someone was pouring something down my throat. I choked and gagged when I felt its burn. It literally felt like they were making me swallow bleach. Opening my eyes, I saw Mark holding a water bottle full of a pale yellow liquid. He leaned over me and drenched me in the water and I hollered in pain as it burned and sizzled over my skin.

Once he backed off, I was heaving, struggling to clear my lungs of the poison. I stared at Mark with contempt.

"Why don't you just kill me already," I wheezed. Mark smirked before chuckling.

"Because death would be too easy," he answered.

In a lightning fast move, he buried a knife into my stomach. It was dragged up in a slow, deliberate movement and I struggled to arch away from it before it disemboweled me. Mark only shoved it deeper and all I had to the strength to do was wince. He stopped when it reached my ribcage.

"You're going to pay for killing him," Mark started repeating like a chant. He stabbed and carved me like a pumpkin over and over.

And I couldn't do anything.

I couldn't even scream.

All I could do was take it and hope that someone was looking for me.

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Sorry this is so much shorter than the other chapters! I will update again soon!

Did you guys guess who it is? Connecting any dots yet?

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