Chapter 2

Time passed and the days were always the same. In the morning Inga was injected with the red liquid, which made her dizzy and nauseous. In the afternoon she was allowed to walk around, and eventually she was allowed to walk around in the sunlight. She was ordered to bathe every day, which she did gladly. It was a nice reprieve.
However, as months turned into years, Inga became nocturnal, saving the daylight hours for resting and regaining as much energy as she could. In the day she slept, at night she was tortured, but she always screamed for D with her mind, but never her voice any longer.
One day, a different vampire came in, and he intrigued her. As the others were raping her as they pleased, he just stood silently and watched, declining every offer to have his way with her. He was very tall, and beautiful. His hair was such a pale blond that is was nearly white and his smooth skin had a slight blue tinge to it. His red eyes were framed with beautiful, long, black lashes. He was like many vampires, but he was different.
When all the other vampires left, he stayed in the room with her looking at her bruised and battered body standing in a pool of vaginal blood, and Inga figured out why he was so different. He was in love with a human.
"How can you bear it?" the vampire asked her.
Inga lifted her head weakly and looked at him. Why was he still here?
"How can you bear it?" he asked again.
"Do you know where D is?" she asked in return instead of answering.
"D?"
"Where is D? I have to tell him something."
"The dunpeal hunter?"
"Yes!" she exclaimed and her eyes suddenly lighted up in a joy that no one could ever know was there. "Have you seen him? Is he all right?"
"I've seen him," the vampire replied calmly to her frantic questions. "He is fine."
"Can you deliver a message for me?" Inga pleaded. "It's very important. Please? Please, can you deliver a message?"
The vampire watched helplessly as red-stained tears streamed from Inga's eyes, and he slowly nodded in consent. He could see that this was more important than anything for her, and he felt obliged to help her.
"Tell D," she began and tried to stop crying. "Tell D that I'm sorry."
The vampire was confused, but he continued to listen.
"Tell D that I'm sorry," she repeated to make sure she was saying the right thing. "I'm sorry. I.I."
She dropped her head and hid it from the vampire's view and attempted to continue, the rest of the message forced out through the tears.
"I just wanted to know what it was like to be loved!"
The vampire stepped back, completely baffled.
"Its ok if your mad because I left, but I'm sorry! I just wanted to know what it was like to.to love and be loved. I'm not mad that you didn't save me. In fact, I hope that you're much happier now, and I'm sorry if I hurt you. Please be happy, because you made me happy and gave me what.what I wanted. I.I just wanted to know what it meant to love.and.and.and to be loved back!"
Inga began to cry so hard that she lost all possibilities of speech. She knew she was becoming a vampire by the color of her tears. It had been about fifty years since she had been captured. The process was taking so long, most likely because she would go into her ultimate form if they tried to change her immediately.
The vampire just looked at her and tried not to cry himself.
Inga recovered and looked up, her cheeks stained red and she smiled ever so slightly, but it was for herself. "I wonder if D will keep his promise."
The vampire turned away and walked out of the room, leaving Inga in her own world. He could stand no more of this.
"Enjoy her?" Carmen asked from behind him.
"I could never do that," the vampire replied.
"Myer, Myer, Myer, she's better than a human," Carmen taunted, which was his favorite thing to do.
"I will not assist in killing her," Myer replied. "However, eventually he will find you and obliterate you."
"You'll betray us?" Carmen inquired.
"No. I'm just stating the fact."
Myer walked out of the building and got into a beautiful carriage. Inside was a young, beautiful woman with rich, brown hair and the most beautiful golden eyes.
"Is something wrong?" the woman asked and stared at him with those eyes.
Myer hugged her close and replied softly, "You never realize how precious something is until you see how it can go wrong on another."
The woman did not understand, but she did not feel the need to, and her only reply was to remain in Myer's arms.
*I know how she can bear it. She does it for him because deep inside, she knows that she will see him again.*