Title: Acquaintances
Genre: General and Romance
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing, and these characters are not mine, except the one I created.
Acquaintances
Chapter 2
Sometimes, when they talk to me, I just listen. Eyes wide open, all I can do is listen. No nod, tear, or facial expression will come from me, sometimes I think its voluntary, sometimes I think my body, no matter how much its asked, will never follow my directions. I was found like you would find a stray puppy who escaped and didn't know its way home. Unlike said puppy however, I was already "home" at the time I was found.
My "home" was on the far side of a dock, although I could not pin point it, for of the two years I had been a resident in his home, I had neither left or touched a door knob in that place. My food was brought to me and was even fed to me, much like pampering. This was excruciating however, because food no longer held a taste for me, or a consistency. A pizza could have been a rice patty for all I know, a drop of red wine, despite its fooling color, could not satisfy the thirst of life I felt within. Sometimes I gave in, his hand holding the key to my fullness haunting me until I let my guard down.
▓ FLASHBACK▓
" If you do not drink, you will die, if you die, whom will you pass this gift to?" I could have cared less who I decided to or not to pass it to, I would not have wish such ill fate onto someone. When I think back, when I have the time that is, I could still feel his cold hand on my cheek, his taunting words in my ear.
"Drink, drink, drink…" I would had loved to, if it weren't so…wrong. The "rescue" if anything was nothing short of frightening for that was the time in which he had left me, leaving me chained to starve for my lack want for his type of food angered him, and my defiance could not make him want to deal with me any longer.
His leaving me was like a breath of fresh air, constricted and unneeded breath. I cannot say all my time spent with him was a waste, there was a side he would show me albeit his love would only show for so long.
It had been a week since that, from what I could calculate. The shackles were then undone, but for what? I was too weak from an empty stomach to even make my brain work for a way to get out. Vampires could not change and morph into mist, nor place themselves millions of miles away with a snap of a finger.
▓ END FLASHBACK▓
I gave up then, choosing to stay put and just dry out. That's when they, the girl, muscle- clad but only enough to improve strength, and pretty face albeit fooling for hers showed no appreciation for my type. She went around the room, looking from various objects to the discarded clothing in the corner, the vials of red substance littering the floor, all full and untouched.
"Blade!" the name sounded familiar, much like the one he would tell me about he came back from hunting, the bags newly filled in his hand. His musing on Blade were more of reflections on his part. He wanted to know more about him, but for what reason I could not remember. Much of his voice has been lost to me since they started "removing" my so commonly referred blood sucking virus.
A tall, dark man stepped in, his sword protruding from his back. His black attire did much for the mood in the room. I then realized who they were, hunters I think they were called. The girl moved forward, finally stopping at the bed side and inspected me closely. I could have just imagined what I looked like, eyes sunken back into my head from lack of feeding. My skin even paler then what it should have been. My hair a twined and broken mess, for his fingers were not there to brush through them at night.
I did not speak, for my voice would have sounded like a rasp or a door which needing oiling, instead I kept quiet waiting for them to do with me what they wanted. What else did I have to live for? Pronounced dead and buried in the real world, a world which did not know of the undead. Inspecting, I suspected, would take long , and I just sat back and let them take it all in, after all I had forever didn't I?.
Their careful inspection of me lasted a while, but just what I was waiting for came up, and I closed my eyes as the silence filled the room. The girl…Whilst? Whistler? I wasn't exactly sure, paused as she pulled my cotton pants down a little on my let hip. Their scavanger hunt for my mark came to an abrupt stop as they surveyed the ugly blemish he left behind. It took them awhile, a few seconds to realize who I belonged to. It took them less to take hold of me and carry me into their car, muttering about plans and decontamination.
Authors Note: Hope this is going good, and yet we only know or have an inkling who two of the characters are, or maybe we have someone out that's smart enough to find out the missing link. Dun- dun- dun ! Ok, as always keep locked for the 3rd chappy.