Kuroi's POV
Steve actually has been nice to me. All the other vampaneze have. He might have ordered them to, but at least they aren't cruel.
We've stopped. It feels like night. Someone leads me to a seat and my blindfold is untied. There's a small fire in front of me. I look around to see several other campfires in the woods the vampaneze have decided to rest in. Steve and 2 other vampaneze are sitting around the fire with me.
"Where are we?" I ask.
"About 30 miles away from your mountain," Steve answers. He moves behind my back again and relieves my hands of the chains binding them.
"Thanks."
"Why are you untying her?" A voice asks, over to the left, near a tree.
"Mind your own business Ariel," Steve snapped.
"Ariel" stepped out of the shadows. She had blonde straight hair with black streaks in it and her eyes were blue and green, just like mine. She had light purple skin, but she was a vampaneze? She looked like a slut! Her pants were black laced, and really tight, and her shirt was black and see through with a tight red spaghetti-strapped shirt underneath, revealing her stomach.
"She's supposed to be the prisoner, not the guest. You treat her like your girl friend," she sneered. Her gaze turned to me, "What are you staring at? You got some kind of problem?"
"N-no," I stutter.
"Oh I see what it is…you're thinking that I'm just a slut that follows these guys around. Well I'll have you know I killed 4 of your pathetic vampire buddies."
What a bitch! Steve seemed to be ticked off at her, may be for calling me his girlfriend. He was kinda cute though…but wait! What am I thinking? I'm a prisoner of the Lord, THE LORD of the VAMPANEZE, and I'm thinking how CUTE he is? What is wrong with me?!
"Shut up Ariel, you don't know shit!" Steve yelled and stormed off, but as he left he said, "Mark! Watch her!"
Obviously meaning me.
I looked at the two guys in front of me trying to find Mark. HE must've know I was trying to find who he was because the one on the right raised his hand.
"That would be me."
His hair was titan blonde and he had green eyes. His skin wasn't dark purple, but wasn't light. To my surprise he handed me a hotdog, or what looked like one, that he had been roasting.
"Now you feed her?" Ariel snorted. I couldn't stand her.
"Thank you," I said gratefully to Mark and he smiled. But I had enough of Ariel, "What's YOUR problem?"
"Obviously you!"
"Mark laughed, "You know, it seems like you're jealous of something!"
Ariel threatened a punch at him. Her whole mood changed though as she sat next to me.
"You know," she whispered, "He likes you."
"ME! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?!" Mark screeched.
"NO!" she yelled throwing a stone at him. She looked at me, "Steve, he likes you…a lot."
