Prologue
The girl was thrown into the back seat of the car. She glared back at her father, her last link to her family that she never really knew. He was laughing. Laughing his fat ass off because he sold her. Sold her to a vampire. A vampire!
It took her a while to comprehend that fact. Even when she quickly threw her belongings into her duffle bag and backpack at her 'fathers' request she still found time to hide a couple of daggers in the items she put in her bags. Then there were the ones in each of her knee high boots . . .
Yeah, she had a fascination in weaponry and sword fighting. She knew she had to be prepared for what would or might happen to her wherever she was being taken. Her motto? Kill or be killed. Though she had never killed before, what was the harm in killing something that was already dead?
The man, no, she commended, the vampire got into the front seat and started the car. He glanced at her via the review mirror as he drove forwards. She glared at him. He sighed, sounding defeated.
"I'm Nathaniel." He said causally. He was trying to provoke a conversation. Bad move on his part, thought the girl.
"I'm sure you are." She said. It just occurred to her he had no clue what her name was. Her father had neglected to mention it and this Nathaniel had never made a point in asking.
"What might your name be?" He asked, no threat in his words. That almost surprised her that he was not demanding her to tell him. Almost. After learn that vampires actually existed, nothing much could surprise her. Hopefully.
"Why should it matter?" she asked, no emotion in her tone. If she were to be a slave to a vamp, why would something as simple as her name mean a damn?
"Well, it would make it easier to talk to you." He stated. She snorted. He glanced at her again in the review mirror.
"You seem to be the only one making a conscious effort to communicate." She reminded him. Not waiting for an answer, she took her cd player from her backpack and zoned out into the world of Disturbed.
Nathaniel glanced at the girl in the back of his car once more. The music that she listened to seemed utterly depressing for a seventeen-year-old girl to be listening too. He shook his head. With a father figure like hers seemed to be, depression and a number of other things where not out of place. He frowned for a moment as he checked his watch. It would take a day and a half to drive back to Midnight, in the mean time though, he thought as he looked back at the girl, what was he going to do with her?
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"Hey, wake up." She felt someone shaking her arm. She blinked her eyes, not sure of where she was. When she did remember, she glared at Nathaniel and yanked her arm out of his grasp. He just sighed and motioned for her to get out of the car. She just crossed her arms over her chest and glared forward. He sighed again.
"Look, I know you are probably hungry. And would you please give me a name! I don't care what the hell it is, just give me something to call you." Nathaniel said, crossing his own arms and tapping his foot in a most annoying way. He himself was obviously annoyed at the fact she did not seems to respond to anything he said.
She thought for a moment and then picked a name. "Evelyn." She said. Nathaniel stopped taping his foot and looked at her for a moment. 'Evelyn' just stared forward.
"Good choose. Now do you want something to eat or not?" He asked, still holding the door for her. She just looked at him reproachfully. "You wont be eating again until we get to our destination and that will be mid-day tomorrow so its probably in your best interest to eat something." Evelyn sighed and stepped out of the vehicle. She then turned at grabbed her backpack. She was not going to show up in wherever the hell they were going looking like she was a catholic schoolgirl, though that is where she went to school. She did not have time to change before her loving father beat the shit out of her and sent her on her merry way. Asswhole, where her un-remorseful thoughts.
"Come on." Nathaniel said as she trailed behind him, lost in her own thoughts. "We still have to go over a few things." He grabbed hold over her upper left arm. Evelyn's wince did not go un-noticed by him but he chose to not say anything . . . for the time being.
Evelyn bit down on her lower lip when he grabbed her arm. She mentally cursed. She had just enough time to wrap up her bloody arm before her father threw her, none to gently into the back of this vamps car. She knew she had to change the wrappings immediately or else the blood would soak through onto her, now wrinkled, white blouse.
While Nathaniel ordered the food Evelyn went into the restrooms to change. She glanced at herself in the mirror before walking into a stall. She glared at her reflection, no longer please with what or whom she saw. She was no longer the innocent girl she once thought herself to be. Though with a father such as hers, her life was anything but innocence. No, the innocence she was thinking of was her safe bubble. The one she once despised for its simplicity and naïve-ness that surrounded her. Now a whole new world was open to her. She could either embrace the darkness or shield herself from it like she did for most of her life.
She shook her head as she looked away from her image and walked into the stall. She pulled out some clothes and looked at them. She then proceeded to do something she never really did in her life. Change around her clothes and make her whole outfit of darkness. Yes, she was going to embarrass this knew-found darkness. There's no point in living if you cant feel alive and there's no point in try to escape the claws of the vampires because there was nothing to go back too. She would bid her time . . . . For the moment, anyway.