Part 4
Okay, so we've established the already begun evil plot to kill me. As I said, I had started to have nightmares, always the same, running around in deserted places, with dark skies, and thick black clouds, utterly convinced I was being followed. Standard horror-movie stuff, it might sound like, but when it starts happening to you, you'll think differently, trust me.
I always woke with a cold sweat covering my body. I didn't even know that vampires could sweat. I was starting to find out all these little things that I could do differently to when I was a human being.
Seth never let me out my room. He brought me clothes, and CDs and books and pretty much anything I asked for, even the blood I had started to crave. I felt a little guilty about it, but he always told me it would soon ware off, and I would become a good hunter, and when that happened, I'd forget about being human all together. I wasn't very impressed with any of it.
This guy had come into my life, taken me to a different country, and seemed to think that making me monster would make everything okay. I was prettier; my skin had become smoother, my eyes like chips of gems, my brown hair slightly more lustrous with an almost golden shine to it. That was about the only benefit as far as I could see, but since I was stuck in here, what good would it do me?
A witch came to bring me my meals when I required them, and every time she came she muttered something before coming in and going on. Her name was Lilith Harman (again see the continuity with Seth's way of naming his slaves? I call all his people slaves, that's what they seemed like to me.) I always thought she was either muttering about him, or me; then I realised that it was some sort of spell. If I had super human strength, then I could easily break down the door, or break the window and escape.
"What are you doing to the door?" I asked reasonably one night after the poor sod I'd fed on had been led away, five pints less. "And don't tell me nothing because I know you're lying."
Lilith sighed. "It's called a ward, it's meant to keep what's in the room, in the room."
I wandered over to the window, looking out at the disappointing view of hardly anything worth looking at. I had been here less than a month and already it felt like years. Maybe it was something to do with lack of people, but I hated it. "Couldn't you, like, forget to do it tonight?"
Lilith laughed hollowly. "Yeah right, and I'll get myself tortured, then killed in a very painful and unpleasant way."
"You could come with me," I offered. Didn't know this girl very well, but I didn't want to escape alone, it would make the whole thing easier if I had someone with me. "Don't tell e you actually *like* it here."
"Even if we could get out - which isn't likely, there are werewolf guards at the door - where the hell would we go? I don't have any money, or anything. We're not shapeshifters. If we were it might be easier."
I knew how to hot wire a car. Seth had to have brought me here by car or van. He couldn't have *flown* me all the way from the U.S.A. That would have been impossible and just plain insane. Hot-wiring was a neat little trick my older brother had once shown me (before he'd been arrested for three accounts of grand-theft auto). "Oh come on," I pressed. "I'll go stir-crazy stuck in here."
Lilith paused, looking like she might even be considering escaping with me. "Well..." She opened the door, and ventured out a few steps. A few seconds later I heard a muffled cry.
"Lilith?" I called, sticking my head out.
Only to come face to face with a large guy holding a stake. I didn't think about what I was doing. I just shoved him with as much strength as I could muster, and started to run.
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Okay, so we've established the already begun evil plot to kill me. As I said, I had started to have nightmares, always the same, running around in deserted places, with dark skies, and thick black clouds, utterly convinced I was being followed. Standard horror-movie stuff, it might sound like, but when it starts happening to you, you'll think differently, trust me.
I always woke with a cold sweat covering my body. I didn't even know that vampires could sweat. I was starting to find out all these little things that I could do differently to when I was a human being.
Seth never let me out my room. He brought me clothes, and CDs and books and pretty much anything I asked for, even the blood I had started to crave. I felt a little guilty about it, but he always told me it would soon ware off, and I would become a good hunter, and when that happened, I'd forget about being human all together. I wasn't very impressed with any of it.
This guy had come into my life, taken me to a different country, and seemed to think that making me monster would make everything okay. I was prettier; my skin had become smoother, my eyes like chips of gems, my brown hair slightly more lustrous with an almost golden shine to it. That was about the only benefit as far as I could see, but since I was stuck in here, what good would it do me?
A witch came to bring me my meals when I required them, and every time she came she muttered something before coming in and going on. Her name was Lilith Harman (again see the continuity with Seth's way of naming his slaves? I call all his people slaves, that's what they seemed like to me.) I always thought she was either muttering about him, or me; then I realised that it was some sort of spell. If I had super human strength, then I could easily break down the door, or break the window and escape.
"What are you doing to the door?" I asked reasonably one night after the poor sod I'd fed on had been led away, five pints less. "And don't tell me nothing because I know you're lying."
Lilith sighed. "It's called a ward, it's meant to keep what's in the room, in the room."
I wandered over to the window, looking out at the disappointing view of hardly anything worth looking at. I had been here less than a month and already it felt like years. Maybe it was something to do with lack of people, but I hated it. "Couldn't you, like, forget to do it tonight?"
Lilith laughed hollowly. "Yeah right, and I'll get myself tortured, then killed in a very painful and unpleasant way."
"You could come with me," I offered. Didn't know this girl very well, but I didn't want to escape alone, it would make the whole thing easier if I had someone with me. "Don't tell e you actually *like* it here."
"Even if we could get out - which isn't likely, there are werewolf guards at the door - where the hell would we go? I don't have any money, or anything. We're not shapeshifters. If we were it might be easier."
I knew how to hot wire a car. Seth had to have brought me here by car or van. He couldn't have *flown* me all the way from the U.S.A. That would have been impossible and just plain insane. Hot-wiring was a neat little trick my older brother had once shown me (before he'd been arrested for three accounts of grand-theft auto). "Oh come on," I pressed. "I'll go stir-crazy stuck in here."
Lilith paused, looking like she might even be considering escaping with me. "Well..." She opened the door, and ventured out a few steps. A few seconds later I heard a muffled cry.
"Lilith?" I called, sticking my head out.
Only to come face to face with a large guy holding a stake. I didn't think about what I was doing. I just shoved him with as much strength as I could muster, and started to run.
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