I'm Back and then I'll be gone again, so enjoy what I wrote in total two hours in a hurry!
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GRACE
Her breathing was shallow, and it was really quiet. She was sprawled on a really soft surface, something like…a mattress.
Her mind was so sluggish. What had happened?
Dreaming again, she thought, relaxing. Her imagination had gotten the best of her this time. What was that about? Lorcan would never hurt her on purpose. She should know that. And no stupid dreams could ruin her belief.
Grace opened her eyes, expecting to see the familiar walls of her cabin on the Nocturne. Well, she'd been expecting many things and what she saw was a shock to her.
The ceiling was low and worn. Chains hung out from it and Grace could just see a pair of rusted hand cuffs dangling from it.
Grace sat up suddenly, terrified. Where-what-how?
Not a dream then, she thought sadly. It had already started to come back.
The room was unfamiliar and somehow hostile. There was no other furniture in the cold room except the bed. She couldn't even see the floor. It was so dirty, with blood stains, oil and dust. There were even burn marks on the wood. A terrible smell hit her nose, of death.
Grace stood up and saw that she was wearing the same clothes she'd worn the night when the storm had tipped the ship…was it tipped or was it her imagination again? Because the Nocturne never sank. She'd just slipped. Before that, she couldn't remember much of it at all. She just remembered showing him her hand which she'd accidentally cut and then…her heart sank. He'd made another two cuts of his own.
And then it was all blank.
Til…now.
Grace got the feeling of being caged. Her heart thudded wildly as she went to the door. As she'd expected, she was locked in. Like her first time on the Nocturne.
Her fingers curled around the door handle and she yanked it again with all her might. She twisted it this way and that. She even tried to push it. It was solid as a rock and didn't even budge.
Grace began to pound on it with all her might.
"Let me out!"
There was just silence. Frantically, Grace stepped back and then kicked at the door. A heavy feeling of dread pressed down upon her. This room was so cold!
Grace tried to pull the door open again, and failing.
She didn't give up. She looked around, looking for anything that might serve as a key. Nothing. There was not even a window. Only a candle burned dimly at the bed's foot. A quarter of it remained.
Exhausted, Grace slumped down on the bed in despair. She was so hungry and tired. Her hands ached
The time went by slowly. Anxious, Grace pounded at the door again. His time, she heard footsteps stop outside her door. She pounded at it with new energy.
"Let me out!", she yelled.
Surprisingly, she heard the key turn the lock. She sprang back, her breath caught in her throat.
The door opened and a familiar person entered the room.
He hadn't changed at all.
"Well, look what we have here", Johnny Desperado said in surprise. "How did ya get in here, Girl?"
And he didn't recognize her at all!
"Johnny!" Grace exclaimed her hand to her chest, nearly toppling over the narrow bed.
Johnny squinted at her. "What…?"
Years ago, during her very first visit at the Sanctuary, she'd become Johnny's friend. At that time Johnny had been learning to control his thirst. But suddenly he'd changed and had early killed her. Grace had tried to stop him from going to the Blood Captain but he hadn't listened and had left to join the new crew of the Blood Captain.
"Who are ya and what the hell are ya doin' on the Blood Captain?" he demanded, bewildered at her expression. "I've seen ya before"
"Well, I have! Now get away from my way!" Grace yelled bravely, and sprinted out of the room, ducking under his arm.
"Hey!" he cried out. "Come back here!"
Grace only increased her speed. She ran to the end of the corridor. Johnny was going to catch up on her.
Her heart beating fast, Grace looked frantically for the stairs that would lead her up to the Deck but found none. Instead, her eyes found yet another corridor.
She ran through it, and without really thinking, chose a door at random and sought refuge inside.
Grace gasped quietly as she found out that the room was pitch black. She was scared that…something might sense her in here…
Grace leaned against the door-breathing as quietly as possible. She listened hard for Johnny. He wasn't out there.
With relief, Grace let out her breath and then sucked it back in.
The room-it reeked of decay. Feeling herself sicken, she pressed herself against the door.
Ugh…what was that?!
Grace heard a thump.
Right outside the door.
The handle turned, and the person pushed against the door.
"I know you're in there!", Johnny growled.
There was no lock. Grace pushed herself hard against it.
With a burst of energy, the door banged open, and Grace was thrown down hard on the floor.
Grace tasted blood in her mouth.
"Yep", Johnny chuckled, standing at the open door, watching her recover. "Knew ya were here"
Grace quickly rolled onto her feet, slightly dizzy.
"Now", Johnny said, smiling hugely. "Ya tell me why I've never seen ya before"
Grace stared at him in shock. Suddenly, all her fears drained out of her. He'd forgotten her!
Grace knew that if she remained calm, she would figure a way out…
So Grace returned Johnny's gaze confidently, but did not reply him.
"Well?"
"Do you seriously not know me?"
"No"
"You never did and never will then"
Anger twisted in Grace. She'd tried to stop him from going to the wrong way but he'd shied her away. He was not her friend anymore. She wanted to get out of here.
"Where did you come from?" his voice turned brisk, business like. "Because none of the crew members sneak in humans in here anymore and Captain would've told me if he'd brought you in"
"I was going to ask the same question"
"Huh?"
"I don't know how I…got here" Grace was careful not to let anything give away. It was probably better if he didn't recognize her. Where were the others? There was no noise. So quiet and cold down here. She was getting spooked.
Johnny was frowning very hard at her which made her uncomfortable. He took a step towards her. Grace stepped back, her heart beating fast.
"Can you show me where the…um, exit is?" Grace asked, praying that he was stupid enough to let her go.
"I think not", Johnny's dark eyes were changing. They grew lighter, a shade of fire. "I smell blood" he rasped.
Uh-ho.
Grace gulped.
"And" Johnny was advancing her now. There was no escape. she couldn't fool him now…
"I think I know you" his upper canine teeth lengthened as he spoke, growing into fangs…gleaming knives…
He'd tried to kill her once and Lorcan had saved her…no one was going to help her now.
Grace's back pressed against the wall.
"How about some sharing now, and less talking Grace Tempest"
Her scream shattered the quiet atmosphere.
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He sat in a dark corner, grieving. Well, what could he do exactly? This cold room just reminded him of what he'd done. The darkness pressed him from all the sides like some sort of deep depression cloud.
He could not make out any sort of light in here. Where was he? It looked like a grave to him.
He almost laughed. He'd died so many centuries ago, and yet had never even thought of a grave! How ironic it seemed when he was immortal, he was indirectly wishing…no maybe he wasn't but it certainly seemed as if he was wishing for death.
The terrible guilt was eating him from the insides. He'd lost everything…
A scream.
That's what pierced through the silence of this nightmarish ship. He was jerked back to his senses, completely alert. The scream came again. This time it was pained.
Perhaps it was some another poor victim of Sidorio. Who knew? He couldn't do anything. His hands and feet were tied up with some very stiff and strong material.
He tried to twist his hands free but only felt a terrible stab of pain.
Hopeless.
He started to relax. A whiff of something caught his attention again.
Blood
That scent was quickly diffusing into his prison. It was maddening. Not only because it was blood. He'd tasted it. He knew whose it was. His heart sped up as agony twisted inside him. Despite the fact that he felt so completely lost and sad, he wanted to help her. He struggled to get himself free.
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"C'mon, walk faster, you filth" the Vampirate said, pushing Kenyon hard.
"Hey!' he protested.
"Shut it"
"But-"
"I SAID SHUT UP!"
Short-tempered, impatient, twisted-
Kenyon's bitter train of thought broke as he saw the Vampirate-ugly Vampirate, push Lisa too.
"Stop pushing her!" he yelled angrily.
Lisa was frail and so weak. Her mane of tangled hair fell on her face as she struggled to walk faster. Kenyon new that she couldn't. She'd been deprived of blood for so long. He could barely stand himself. Black spots danced before his eyes.
The ship was far away, and Kenyon couldn't even catch a glimpse of it through the thick trees of this island. The sand was whitish, and damp. Its smell strangely irritated his nose. Kenyon didn't know where Will was supposed to be.
He'd nearly been unconscious when he'd heard the door of their room creak open. Then he remembered that they were hauled to their feet and out of the ship. Kenyon had no idea where they were taking him. He didn't care about anything except…
A low squeak of pain.
Kenyon tried to focus but couldn't. His vision was so blurred, his mind so disoriented…
He was struggling when he felt a sudden rush of hot hair ruffle his clothes and hair. He didn't know what was happening, but he heard terrible cries of agony. They were inhuman-and he couldn't place whom they belonged to. But he didn't like it. He wanted to hide from these screams that were rattling his soul from within-if he had a soul, that is.
He sensed the panic stir within the crew of the Blood Captain. The ones holding him released him and ran away.
"Go, save yourselves!"
"FIRE! FIRE! IT BURNS!"
Kenyon blinked, but his vision was getting worse. A sharp smell burned his nose. He sensed heat pressing on him. He couldn't escape the fire…he was going to die…
Despair choked him and he coughed.
"Lisa! Lisa, were are you?" he cried desperately. The heat was stinging his skin now, and his eyes watered, completely blinding him. He couldn't…
"Here, grab on to my arm", he heard a slightly cockney accent of a woman. The instant later he felt her hand on his arm. He swayed, unsure.
"But Lisa's still here, she's going to die-" he pleaded.
The woman was already quickly pulling him out of danger. She didn't stop. Kenyon tried to fight her, but he was very weak.
"She's dead"
Those two words tore him from the inside.
"No!"
She didn't speak again, but kept on pulling him along. He could hear her pant.
He felt his legs give away.
"Help, Roger!", she cried, panicking.
Kenyon lost his consciousness within seconds after that and he knew no more.
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Well, this is what I can do for now! Hope you liked it though I honestly think That I should've made it a little bit longer. Anywae, revw, wil ya? :)
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