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Chapter Two

I wake up with an extreme pounding in my head. I try to get up but find out that a thick quilt secures me the rickety bed. "Oh goodness! You're awake!" A brunette with a small, pale, face came rushing towards me. She starts fussing over me, sort of like a mother. I peel the quilt off of me and sit up. "Where am I?" I say.

Oh great, I sound drunk.

"You're at the Institute. It's sort of like a fight club, but for vampires." She says. I look at her with misbelief. "Vampires?" I ask incredulously. "Yep!" She says. She turns to the side to pick up a glass of water for me on the nightstand. I suck in a sharp breath. A ghastly scar runs down her face from her eye to her lip. She whips her head to the other side. "It's okay. You can stare. I've gotten over the fact that a huge scar disfigures my face." She says

I feel guilty now. I have literally only been here about five flipping minutes and I have already stared at a person with a huge scar. Good job, Tessa, good job. I clear my throat and say, "So, what's your name?" "Sophie." She says, surprisingly not angry at me for making her feel disfigured. "What's yours?"

"Tessa Gray." I answer offering my hand to shake. She takes my hand and shakes it. "Nice to meet you." I say with a smile. "Are you hungry? We could go get breakfast." Sophie says. My stomach starts to rumble. I cover my stomach with my hands and blush. "Yeah, I think I would like that." I say. "Okay. First we have to get you dressed properly." She says, eyeing me up and down. "What do you mean?" I ask, and stand up from the bed.

I look down and cringe. I am still where the clothes from when I was attacked. Except, of course, that my clothes are ripped and blood stained. I gasp. My hair is matted to my skull with blood and it looks like birds are living in it. "Oh my." I say, looking at myself. "Exactly." Says Sophie, going over to the wardrobe. I sit back down on the edge of the bed.

I start thinking about the night everything happened. "Nate." I whisper. "What?" Sophie asks, still rummaging though the wardrobe. "Nate, my brother. He and I got attacked the other night and I-I saw someone b-break his neck." I say, angrily wiping tears from my face as they fell at a fast pace. Sophie comes out of the wardrobe with a simple out fit, a black tank-top and a pair of black jean shorts. She hands the clothes over to me. "I am sorry these clothes are quite...revealing. Master William insisted that you wear these today." She says. "Who the hell is Master William?" I ask raising my voice only a fraction.

"He...well he runs the place. He is the king of the dark vampires so...don't piss him off." She says, and walks out of the room, most likely giving me privacy to change.

...

Shortly after I finished getting dressed, (the shirt was uncomfortably tight with an extremely low neck line and the shorts were not modest whatsoever.), Sophie comes into the room. "I am truly sorry about the clothing arrangement. It is not so bad for the other girls but seeing Master William has taken a...certain interest in you, you're more likely to wear shorter clothing." She says, sitting me down on a stool and starts on my hair.

"What do you mean he has a certain interest in me?" I ask. "Well he has been quite...lonely, if you know what I mean, and he saw you and he really likes you." She says very fast. "Okay then. Get kidnapped by a psychotic creep that has some sort of freaky obsession with you. Fabulous." I say. This is going to be f*cking great.

When she is done with my hair, I look at it in a mirror. She put my hair in a simple fishtail braid, but further down the braid, she wound little blue flowers into it. "This is so beautiful!" I gasp. "Thank you," She says, blushing "but we should get to breakfast."

And with that, we both walk out of the dormitory and towards the refectory.

...

When we get there, almost all of the seats are taken, except for one table, with a few people sitting there. I start to walk towards the table, but Sophie grabs my hand and pulls me toward the line to get a glass of what looked like wine. I give her a confused look as she pulls me by the hand. "We have to get breakfast before we are allowed to sit." She says.

We go through the line and when, finally, it's my turn, I grab my glass and take a whiff. It smells coppery. My throat starts to burn. I quickly take a swig and it eases the pain. I start to walk back to the table, following after Sophie, when I bump into a muscular chest. He grabs both my arms to steady me. I had accidentally dumped the contents of my drink on the guys shirt which was white. Oops!

I carefully back away and look into a pair of bright, blue eyes. The guy has ink black hair that is currently a hot, messy, mass on top of his head. He looks down at me and says, "Watch where you're going next time, maybe?"