Part 10

Clay slowly opened his eyes and realized that he was on the ground. But he wasn't in his own home. He was in a dark room without any lighting, except for a flickering lightbulb that was hanging in the center of the ceiling.

The back of his head started to ache as he slowly got up and felt around for a door or a doorknob. After what seemed like minutes, he felt a cool, round knob and turned it, feeling some shock and relief when the door opened. But darkness still surrounded him. He found a lantern from the floor and picked it up, revealing a passageway from the light.
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Marlie's eyes slowly opened, causing her to squint as the bright ceiling lights began to sting her eyes. She tried to sit up, but was pinned down by tight leather straps, and found herself on a gurney. Before she could try to sit up again, someone pushed her down forcefully and placed a tight gag over her mouth, causing her to tremble in fear.

"Relax," a familiar voice said, "You don't want to get too tense now, do you?"

Joey's face appeared in front of her eyes, causing her to tremble even more as he gave her a sly grin.
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Clay started to stumble down the hall as he held the lantern. He wanted to find Marlie and get her out of the mysterious place that they were being kept in.

"God, Jordan ," he thought out loud, "Where are you?"

He was then approached by a figure in black, who showed him his fangs.

"Where did you come from?" One of them sneered.

Clay suddenly threw the lantern in his face, and he was instantly set on fire. Clay immediately ran down the hall and found a dead end. He then noticed a bright line of light on the floor and found another room, where he heard someone talking. He crept up to the door and listened to his now enemy, Joey, speak to someone, or something, in the other room.
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"You shouldn't have escaped," Joey said as he placed three needles in Jordan's arm. He then turned on a pump and watched as her blood slowly dripped into a small container. Jordan struggled to break free, but couldn't.

"You were the only one who had the right type of blood for all of us," he continued, "and you escaped. But thanks to Clay, he brought you back here and now you're with me. Soon you'll be with his little fiancee, and your blood will be with me."

Little by little, she slowly grew weak as the blood seeped into the container. Suddenly, the door opened, causing Joey to look around to see if anyone opened it. Before he could turn around, Clay bashed Joey in the head with another lantern, causing him to collapse to the ground while Clay frantically turned off the machine and struggled to release Jordan.

He first took off her gag and unfastened the straps, causing him to mutter how sorry he was for not trusting Joey and for not noticing any signs.

"Jordan? Can you hear me?" Clay asked, touching her face, "Blink if you can hear me, sweetie."

Jordan slowly tried to open her eyes, but was still weak from the amount of blood that she lost.

"He ki...killed...Jocelyn..." Jordan stuttered, causing him to wipe a slight tear from his face.

"I know. I heard everything," Clay said, struggling to pick her up, "Let's get you out of here..."

"Put her down or you're dead."

He turned around and saw Joey, holding a knife in his hand, ready to strike, smiling and showing off his fangs.

"I can't believe you," Clay said angrily, "You killed my fiancee and you tried to kill her! You sick bast--"
"Now, that's not nice to say to a friend, is it? You now know why I needed her. Both of them, actually. They both had the right type of blood, and Jordan would've been the last victim...for a while, at least. You would've been great, too but...Jocelyn and your new friend were perfect enough for me and my friends."

Joey ran towards Clay with the knife in his hand, but Clay moved away from in just in time. He glared up at Clay and then held Jordan by the neck, threatening to slit her throat.

"Don't do this," Clay said, grabbing another knife from behind him and aiming it at Joey.

Before Joey could proceed, Clay threw the knife at Joey's stomach, which caused Joey to let Jordan go and double over in pain. Clay then scooped Jordan in his arms and ran out of the room, searching for a way out.

(To be continued...)