I…everything…I can't think straight. If this is torture, I can see why people wish for death, the pain, the un certainty, it's enough to make anyone wish for a endless land of nothing.

I've been lying on the cold floor for a long time now, I don't even know how long, just curled about, feeling the stones digging into every part of my body, cutting through my clothes.

The dress James give me for christmas, is comepletely ruined, it's really no longer blue. More purple and red, after all the blood that's spilled onto it. I probably looked a right state and I felt it.

How ever, even taking in the fact that soon I'm going to be a skin and bone version of a vampire. If I wasn't tied up with chains of silver, I would break free and litteraly rip everyones head off in here, who's ever treated me badly, I would drain all the humans and then run off. I don't think I'd even feel bad about it.

I guess that's what hunger and extreme anger do to you.

"Are you hungry my little prisoner?" I sneered at Max, as he swaggered into the room. A little jug of blood, hanging loosely in his hands, the blood spilling over as he swung it about, losing all the precious liquid.

I didn't even look at him, if he was going to flaunt it in front of me again…I'm not even going to try and watch, I'd probably die of hunger.

"No answer? I guess that means your not clever enough to talk. Like an animal, that means, your going to eat, like an animal." With that he chucked the blood on the floor, in a circle around me. The smell was amazing, the blood smelled old and cold and something was off about it, but it still made my stomach burn with hunger.

Blood, blood, BLOOD! Every cell in my body was just screaming for it.

"Does the little prisoner want me to help her?" His voice was so sickly, taunting me like I was a little child.

Max grabbed me by my shoulders, he lifted me up and laid my head against his chest. "You're a pretty little thing aren't you, not as good as Rose, but I can see why James liked you so much. You got a boyfriend?"

That was a glimmer of hope and realisation, he didn't know who I was romantically connected with, the oldest and most powerfull vampire probably in this side of America. Doesn't mean Rose doesn't know, but if Godric does come to get me, he won't be ready for it.

I hadn't given Max an answer, he obviously thought that I was single.

"I guess that means I can do this" With that he bite down into my neck, while slipping his hand slowly up from the bottom of my dress, up to my breasts.

Instead of screaming, I just opened my mouth and silently shouted in pain and horror.

He was groping me, grinding up against me behind, while drinking the last remaining blood from my body. From what I can gather, you don't need to drink other vampires blood to gain strength, only human blood works for that job. Godric and I only did it a little, but it was romantic and sensual, it felt great. This just felt like Max was raping me, I don't know how, but he was taking a important and special part of me, with out my permission and he was only doing it, because he could.

I wasn't the little kid anymore, being taken advantage of just because I was weaker, by a demented stronger man. I could try and do something this time.

My hands had been slightly moved to the side by Max's hips, so they were still tied behind my back, but by my thigh. If I was going to punish Max, I was going to have to do it carefully.

I moved my hands slowly in between us, almost so that it looked like I was moving to pleasure him, when really I couldn't think of anything worse. But Max seemed to believe my actions. He continued to drink and moan into my neck.

My hands were now on his groin, it was uncomfortable being so close to him, but I was able to open his trousers and slip my hand down next to his pants. Max seemed to like that gesture so much, that he stopped biting and started licking, even better now he's less likely to attack me so quickly.

I took in a deep breath, I knew deep down that this action could mean Max killing me there and then, but it also meant that if he did, I would have fought back just a bit, got my little bit of revenge.

Quick as I could, I grabbed his groin and crushed it as hard as I could. With a powerfull kick in the shin, I sent Max falling back onto the ground. His face was full of pain. I heard a couple cracks as I squeezed, weeks of torture was almost worth it, just to see that look on his face.

But it didn't last long.

Max was back on his feet soon enough and he was fuming. "YOU BITCH!" He punched me in the face, hard enough to knock me on the floor, but he wasn't done. He stood over me, his eyes full of death of fire. Max brought his foot down onto my ankle, crushing every bone inside. "AAAAAAAAH!" I screamed, it was horrible. "That will teach you, you filthy slut. You deserve to die. I wish I could slit your throat and pull of your skin." He hissed.

"MAX, where are you!" Someone shouted from far away.

Max kneeled down and shoved his face so close to mine, that our noses were almost touchhing. "Your lucky, I would have done far worse. Next time maybe, enjoy your meal my dear, fucking prisoner."

With that he walked off, kicking me once more in the back.

Everything around me was spinning, I felt sick, my insides felt like they were rupturing and of course my ankle was in extrutiating pain.

Next to my head, I could hear the blood trickling around the room.

I moved just a little bit, so that I could press my mouth against the floor, sucking every drop of blood. It was only a small amount, but it felt amazing. Better then most things I will ever feel, apart from having sex with Godric, that is the best thing in the world.

Oh my god I miss him, it hurts more then my ankle being broken, it's cutting me open and I feel like hot led is being poured down my throat.

But it's not led, it's silver.

They fucking put silver in the blood, just to hurt me even more. Now I'm even more delighted that I got to hurt Max.

The silver was slipping down inside my stomach, destroying nearly every part of the linning, it was if someone had dropped a match down my throat.

This might be it, death. Finally I was dying, not the way I wanted to go, I really wanted a quicker death, being burned from the inside was definitley not the way I wanted to go. But it was still death. Blissfull death, endless sleep.

I don't even know whether there is a heaven, or if vampires can go there, probably not, if there is a heaven, I'm more likely to be falling down into hell, then floating through the pearly gates. I never was religious, but I always hoped that death wasn't the end. Not really.

The pain never stopped, I just ignored it, it was easy to, since I was barely conscious. Who ever wanted to kill me for themselves, would be so angry, that I was dying right now, or maybe they had done it, so that I would never who they were. What ever the reason was, I guess I would never know, maybe Godirc and James would find out.

My two best friends, my big brother and the man I would die for, I love him so much. I'm so glad that I did what I did with Godric before this happened, I got to feel that amazing feeling and sensation with him. I got to live the best ever few days of my life. I got to go to a brilliant rock concert, before being stolen away and tortured.

Maybe no one's allowed to feel that happy, maybe everything has to come to a end at some point. Who knows.

I was coming to the end, I could barely keep my eyes open and the silver inside me had finally reached my dead heart, tainting all my blood with it's evil substance.

My senses were closing down on me, everything was shutting down…but I had screaming, a slight bang and then foot steps. Coming closer.

A man stood in the doorway, but he was just a blur, even my eyes were going blurry, covering over with black.

He ran towards me, but I wasn't able to see his face.

I opened my mouth one last time, as shocks of lightning pierced my insides, finnishing the process of death and I muttered quietly "see yah".

Just to tell you, this isn't the end of the story, though it is the end for someone very important