After watching that sweet behind trample to the bathroom. Her bladder was the size of a nut if you ask me. That's when it happened. I was descended on by shifters. Werewolves! I was sized before I could go to her aid. I bucked and flailed around once I heard her sultry tones screaming out for me. Screaming for help. They had her too!
I'm not surprised it ended up this way. I knew someday I'd have to deal with the Queen or another. She always did have a way of captivating anyone around. Sissi. My sweet Sissi.
Even now I can feel you. The connection is dampened. They must have slipped us both something. I feel weaker than normal ... the champagne! It's the only item I didn't bring. That must be how they got us. I began to weep. No! There's no time for this. You must remain in control.
The drive was long. With many twists and turns. If I counted the hours right, the sun should be rising soon. Panic began to set in about an hour ago. That was the last time I felt her. Suddenly the car rushed to a stop.
The trunk popped open. I'd know that scent anywhere. Lorena. She ripped the hood off my face. A gag lodged deep in my mouth preventing me from biting into her. I'll rip her limb from limb if she touches one curl on my Sissi's head. Those beautiful curls, I love the way they bounce when she laughs. I started to cry again, not able to hold in my fear.
" Oh darling don't cry, I'll take good care of you."
Lorena feigned sweetness. This must be revenge from our last meeting. I do so wish I hadn't stopped Sissi from destroying her. The memories of our time together rushed to the forefront. I'm loathed to admit at one point I was madly in love with this woman. Never again!
Her hand reached down to brush my hair from my eyes. She never did like it long. I jerked away from her touch, she pulled my hair as hard as she could. The pain was intense.
"We'll have to do something about these locks. So unkempt." I couldn't retort thanks to the gag. Otherwise, I would have given her a piece of my mind.
I was transported from the car to what seemed to be a storage unit. My limbs refused to move on their own. She had her beasts drag me around. Once inside I was strapped to a chair where more chains of silver were draped around my body. I had gone numb to the feeling a while back.
I shut my eyes and allowed myself to drift away mentally. Lorena wasn't happy with that. She slammed a silver nail into my foot. My eyes flew open. I had to forcibly bite down to refrain myself from screeching out. I refuse to give her the satisfaction. Sissi. I must think of her.
I do so hope she's still alive. She must be. Lorena wouldn't keep quiet about that. No. She would take every chance she got to utter about my love's demise.
" That's better. I missed those pretty blues. Looks like I'll have to retrain you. You should have come home. Don't let that hussy confuse you. You're still mine!" Lorena placed a kiss on my temple and left me be.
I tried to wriggle out of the chains but it was no use. Soon the bleeds would begin. That is if Lorena refuses to feed me. My strength is depleted... rest. I must rest. I tried to close my eyes and picture the beauty of my love.
Her fiery eyes. I do wish I could see them in sunlight. I imagine they dance like flames. Those red-tinged locks. I wonder what her true color is? I've never seen it. The sweet scent lingers everywhere she moves. Similar to spiced dark chocolate... delectable. The first taste left me aching for more.
Her blood calls to me. Not just because of our bond. I'm not sure why, but even that first night I heard it. Buzzing underneath the surface. Calling me. My mouth began to water.
My thoughts were interrupted. A noise outside the heavy steel door. I sniffed. Werewolves. She must have them guarding me. The sun must be up now. The ache in my fangs kept distracting me. Focus. You must fight. Sleep was beginning to take hold against my will.
Despite how tired I was I could only grab a few minutes. I struggled against the chains once more. It's useless. I'll never be able to slumber like this. This cycle continued for hours. Every once in a while I'll hear shuffling outside.
The guards must be changing. I'm not sure how many there are but none of them spoke. I could just hear the walkie-talkie go off when it was time for them to rotate.
I'm not sure when I dozed completely but I must have. I was woken by the sound of the door scraping against the concrete. It was dark out now. I refused to open my eyes, I'd rather pretend to be asleep.
"Sleepyhead. Wake up! I've got a present for you." Lorena spoke in a sing-song tone. A sound rang out that would have set my heart fluttering had it been able.
She held a young woman in her care. She was dressed up in some of Sissi's clothes. Her hair was shorn. Cuts were all over her body. She had been tortured.
She was merely meant to be a toy. A distraction. She did all this to torture me. Make me think this is what's she's doing to my Sissi. I won't let her win. I shut my eyes tightly once more. Another crack whipped through the air.
She was beating the girl with a whip. Some blood landed on my cheek. It burned. Memories of our past together singed behind my lids. Lorena was fond of making me torture others for her pleasure. She enjoyed pre, peri, and post-antebellum south for this reason. The abundance of abuse around. She spent many dalliances beating on colored women in lady houses.
After we would feast. Kill everyone in sight. She always saved them for last. Making the ladies watch as she killed their culls. Made them beg for mercy.
The screams this woman made reverberated across the walls. Begging for help. Begging for her to stop. Finally, she did! I knew what she had done long before I opened my eyes to see.
The screaming had stopped. Silence filled the room. A puddle of blood seeped around my toes. I opened my eyes to see the woman's head sitting near my feet. Lorena separated it from her body. Big brown eyes gazed up accusingly.
Lorena chuckled and licked her fingers. Blood trailed down the sheer white gown she wore. I remembered it. At one point in history, she would have been the next Mrs. Compton.
Lorena sat on my lap. Took the gag off and spit the woman's blood into my mouth. The only human... well, being. I've fed from was Sissi. Other than that I've been strictly mainstreaming. My tongue felt as if fire danced across. It soothed the ache in my fangs.
Lorena stuck her filthy tongue in my mouth. Trying to force me to kiss her. I chose to bite down as hard as I could muster. I smacked her nose hard with my head. I was issued a smack that made me deaf in my right ear.
She left the room again... leaving the bloody mess. I now understood why she decapitated this poor young woman. Why she spit the remaining blood she held in my mouth. To allow my hunger to grow! The scent of Sissi was covered up by her decomposition. A heater was left on high.
I began bleeding from my ears. The memory of Eric catching the bleeds came to mind. Eric. If I make it out of here, he's the second on my list. Lorena is first. He's crossed one too many lines. Forcing Sissi to drink his vile blood! But laying his filthy lips on her skin! Enough is enough! The temporary relief I felt was now gone. The longer the blood sat. The hungrier I grew. I forced myself to sleep once more.
The following morning I felt her. It was but just a moment. A dull throb buzzed. Sissi was calling out for me. This single moment gave me the strength I needed. That was until I realized. If she's near... that means Lorena has her. I struggled once more against the chains. I began to feel my arm dislocate. The pain made me yell out. I couldn't heal with all this silver and blood loss. Remain calm. Reserve your energy.
I couldn't help myself. The scent of her blood was too much to bear. It had begun to putrefy hours ago. I tried licking the dried blood mark left on my cheek.
If Lorena has her. Why hasn't she brought her here for me to see? To torture her like the young woman before me? Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm going delirious and I'm imagining things. Hopefully, that's it.
I'm not sure how long it was before someone came into clean the unrecognizable remains. I watched with crimson rimmed eyes as they cleaned the woman's blood from the floor. Watching my reflection in the water. Swish swish. The brush made that sound against the concrete. No matter how hard they scrubbed a stain was left behind. The female werewolf never raised her gaze to meet mine.
As time went on I was sure someone would realize that Sissi was gone. Knowing her friends at the bar. They would be looking for her. I wasn't too concerned about myself as long as she got to safety. I'm sure I'd know, her emotions would change. Would she come to find me? Until then I must remain strong I keep reminding myself through the pain.
Where the chains touched my flesh. Bones could now be seen. The nail in my foot has worn through leaving a deep festering wound. I wonder what torture I must endure tonight.
I found out soon enough. Lorena tiptoed in. Her heels clacking loudly. God, I hate this woman. Both her hands were gloved. Why you ask? Because tonight she's come with an assortment of tools. All dipped in silver. A particularly nasty rusted dagger ran down my face lightly as she foretold the events of tonight.
"I've missed you my sweet. I'm sorry for leaving such a mess. Did you enjoy my show for you? I remember your tastes. You've always been fond of niggers."
"Watch your mouth." I bit out with seething hatred. She licked her lips with anticipation.
"It was such a travesty to waste her but I must make a point. You are a vampire darling and you must remember how to act like one. It's one thing to be entertained by the likes of them but loving a human? Or whatever that thing is. That's just pure insanity. So as your maker I must cure you. And once I'm done... I'll let you have a treat. "
Sissi came to mind. That's why she's starving me. She's saving her for last. To make me feast from my lover. I'd sooner stake myself before ever harming her.
Lorena carved into my flesh. She used her dagger like a paintbrush. After tiring of that she plucked my fingernails from my hands and forced me to eat them.
That night I watched desire fill the eyes of my maker as I sat at her clutches. My voice had run raw from screaming out for mercy. The Lord's Prayer hung deep across my tongue. Reciting verses to keep hope. Help would soon be on its way. I know it will. My Sissi would never let me rot. Near the end, I sat limply like a wet rag. Lorena grew tired of me long ago.
Once completely alone I let the tears fall. The only image burned in my mind? Was Sissi walking down the aisle. It was the only solace holding me together. Please god, have mercy. I know I have forsaken you. I know I'm not a worthy child but please... mercy.
