"Anna!" Eric called firmly or it was just the way he spoke. Flinching slightly I turned in the direction of his voice just in time to see him go through a door. A room behind the bar maybe? Quickly moving I had un-intentionally moved at vampire speed and found myself behind Eric within seconds, almost surprising myself. That would take some time getting use to even though the action felt natural.
"There are two showers one in my room and the other in the office. If you decide you don't want to follow my orders I will hear and feel it, try anything and I'll lock you in the coffin for the day. Are we clear?" Eric said turning around quickly. My mouth dropped open slightly at the 'I'll lock you in the coffin' before I nodded quickly. He stared at my face for a few moments before motioning towards the closest door. After the motion he disappeared into another room down the corridor. I decided hesitantly that was cue to move. Moving towards the closest door I opened it before walking inside.
I had the bedroom shower it seems when a four poster bed came into view. What would a vampire need for a bed? My thoughts was slow as a faint blush I was sure appeared on my face. You're an idiot Anna. Closing the door I moved towards the en-suite bathroom that I could only guess it was. After locking the door which I instantly thought was stupid I had the ability to brake the whole door and Eric could as well if he wanted to come in. Swallowing to try and sooth my throat that felt like it was on fire, this was the hunger, the bloodlust of a vampire.
Skipping all the details I got wet and I got soaped up so instead of the smelling like a dead corpse. I smelled of strawberries a major improvement I thought. Leaving the bathroom I was met with clothes on the bed. Clothes that looked designer and very expensive, which worried me. What if a ruined them, they wouldn't be impressed. Biting my lips I dried my hair as much as I could with a towel and pulled on the clothes. The clothes consisted of black leather leggings and a red blouse with black boots. All the colours that the bar had. I tucked in the red blouse as I had ripped the bottom putting it on. I had panicked but forced it down when I remembered that Eric would sense that. There was no way I wanted him to come inside wondering what was wrong with me. Not that he cared I thought scolding myself for those thoughts. Checking that the rip in the bottom of the blouse was hidden from sight I was shocked out of my thoughts.
The door flying opening forced me to look up to see Eric was fresh and clean. He was drop dead handsome I thought my eyes scanning him before I looked away quickly like I had been slapped. Normally I wasn't allowed to look at guys I was deemed a slut by father. Only sluts looked at men like that my father would yell before punishing me for my actions.
"Follow me" Eric said leaving the room. But not before I felt a wave of disappointment but also glee? Well which one is it? I thought looked up at the retreating back of Eric. He can't feel both can he? As it was a strange combination of emotions. Moving after him we came back out to the bar where several bottles of True Blood stood on the bar. My eyes darted to Eric as he made a motion to the bottles. Licking my lips I grimaced at the thought of drinking a type of blood. But my throat hurt. I mean putting your hand in an oven hurt it was almost all I could think of. Pursing my lips I slowly reached for a random bottle.
"Smell the blood first. You'll find one that you can stand to sustain yourself" Eric said sitting on one of the bar stools looking bored. Popping the lid of the bottle that was like a beer I sniffed. Instantly an awful stench filled my nose causing me to turn my nose up and move the bottle away from my face.
"I said she wouldn't like it Eric. No matter the vampire she is" Pam said strolling past her high heels being heard for miles. The vampire that I am? What's that meant to mean? I looked after her curious as to what she meant before looking back at Eric. He simply gave me a blank look. Frustrated I picked up the next bottle finding the smell somewhat appetising and began drinking. It was nice like drinking a smoothie accept it cured the hunger not just the cravings for it.
Downing the drink quickly I instantly reached for the next. I downed two bottles before I felt 'normal?' Is that even a word anymore that I could be described as? Twiddling the bottle in my hand I looked up to Eric who was typing away on his phone. Eric. I wasn't sure what to think or feel about him. I didn't feel any romantic feeling towards him, but I wanted to trust him but I knew I couldn't. It was confusing and it frustrated me to no end. Quickly looking away when he looked up I read the back of the bottle of True Blood.
"Anna "I heard my name said. Looking up I was met with Eric walking towards the throne I had hidden behind yesterday?
"Sit. You are not to move from my side or talk to any vampires without my presence" Eric commanded as I moved from the bar to the throne. This time there was a smaller chair next to him which looked soft. Wait speak to other vampires? That's when the door opened and vampires started walking into the bar. I knew this was a vampire bar but I didn't hit me that I was actually going to be around loads of them! Panic filled my system at the dangers and injuries that I could receive appeared in my mind.
Sitting on the chair I tried to calmly think but it wasn't working as I watched the male vampires entering the bar.
"Humans will be in this bar tonight. You are not to go near them" Eric instructed next to me, now sitting down. He sat like a king was meant to sit on a throne.
"Yes Sir" I answered just as some humans stood at the bottom of the stairs leading up to this platform. It was almost like a VIP area. Eric's hand on the arm rest turned into a fist at my answer but I guess due to an audience he couldn't hit me? Moving into the corner of my chair I threw a quick look up at his face to see he held no expression. Yet he felt so much? He was very angry and upset. He wanted to choke the life out of someone.
As the minutes and hours went by the bar got more populated with vampires and humans. It was only then Eric spoke.
"Are you well fed?" I thought for a second before nodding my head yes. I had no interest in feeding more of that red liquid. Turning my attention away from him to look around the bar lazily trying to find something to concentrate on. This is where I spent my night, people watching. But what interested me the most was the humans that entered the bar. At first I was terrified thinking that I was going to murder them on sight. But due to the fact that there were so many people in here I couldn't scent or hear the heart beats all too well. Leaning back in my chair and that's when I noticed that Eric had disappeared at some point. Panic filled me at being alone, but couldn't I leave f he was gone? I could escape? But the order he had given me was to not leave his side. But he left mine! My eyes dashed around the bar looking for him but he wasn't here. All there was, was humans dancing with vampires and getting drunk. Once you saw it all once it was the same every hour that past. I never got drunk so I had nothing to miss since I was only 18 when I turned, my father put me off ever drinking anyway.
Moving to the edge of my seat I checked the area again before standing. I was only a step away from my chair when Pam appeared at the bottom of the stairs. My plans disappeared of escape.
"Now where do you think you're going?" Pam drawled out in her accent that I couldn't pin. Panicked at being caught I simply back up quickly in my chair with wide eyes. Pam simply smirked as if having fun before moving into the crowd again. Sighing quietly I moved further into my seat curling up as I wasn't getting out of here. Pam was lost in the crowd again. I didn't understand why I couldn't find her. Where was Eric? Wait a minute why did I care about him? I needed to stop it as I wasn't going to be around much longer! Like I said to Eric the first night.
A quiet buzzing caught my attention, pulling me out of my thoughts. I closed my eyes and decided to put my vampire hearing to good use and managed to filter out the loud rock music.
"She won't stay there for much longer like I have just spent the last half an hour…" Pam ranted on.
"That's not what I came to you to talk about" Eric nearly shouted causing me to wince. Why can't everyone else here this?
"You can't expect the girl to be happy Eric, you forcefully turned her" I heard Pam say. Why were they talking about me?
"The fact that she is doing nothing. A new-born desires sex and blood and then they disobey by going dancing and challenging their maker. Just like you did Pamela" I heard Eric say and it was the most emotion I've heard from him.
"Yes I might have done those. But she is nothing like" Pam said spitefully. They were distracted talking about me it seems. Standing I quickly down the stairs and into the crowd. But when a vampire bumped into one another I found myself ducking out of the way of a fight. Dodging a punch I landed next to girl human. She smirked at me looking me up and down.
"Aren't you a sweet looking one" She said to me fluttering her eyes lashes. She had the whore look down, her face thick with makeup and the cheap black leather that was too tight. It didn't flatter her in the slightest. But by analysing her, other traits of the human body were brought to my attention. Her frantically beating heartbeat for one, the sound of her blood rushing through her veins for two and the third is that her neck held a very delicious looking vein. I was hungry. The girl suddenly threw herself at me, her arms wrapping around my neck. Her neck coming even closer so my fangs could rip into her neck.
The amount of directions I was being pulled in recently was killing me. I wanted to rip into her without care of killing the human. Just so my throat would be satisfied. But at the same time I didn't want her touching me and wanted her as far away as possible. Instead my hands came up to her hips as she swayed against me. A wave of hunger rushed over me almost fogging over any rational thought. A smashing sound suddenly travelled into my ears causing me to flinch. That was awfully loud. Turning my head I was brought back to reality and shoved the human away. To my horror she flew hitting a chair taking it down with her.
"Anna!" My name was shouted. I could see the top of Eric's head over the crowd heading towards the fight. I sped towards the door flinging it open and running into the woods I had been in the night before. But then this sensation overcame me, forcing me to stop running. Gasping I fought it wanting to run away but after a few more moments I let out a harsh grunt as it became painful. Moving in the direction I was being tugged the pain lessoned, but to my horror it was heading back to the bar. But what was different is that lots of people were spilling out of it, both at vampire speed and human speed. Dashing inside I came to a stop in the middle of the empty bar. Eric sat at his throne before he stood in front of me. Closing my eyes I prepared for the slap for disobeying to come. It did come but not in the way I came.
He didn't slap me. No. He gripped my face forcing my eyes to meet his. He looked angry. I did try flinching when he first touched me. My hands coming up to grip his own as if to get him to let go. But I knew I couldn't, they were more of a panicked reaction.
"You disobeyed me" He said tightening his hold on my face as to emphasise his words. Instead he gripped the back of my hair firmly but not in a pain filled way. Pulled towards him I was wrapped up in his arms. His chin on top of my head. Trying to tug my body away from him I began kicking his chin which led to a grunt. Why was he hugging me? I disobeyed him! Frantically I began wrenching my whole body in my struggle.
"Let me go!" I cried out as I began to feel claustrophobic at having my face forced into his chest. Instead of following my cry he tightened his hold before picking me up.
"Pam ready the large coffin" He ordered over my shoulder as he moved me. He held me again bride wed style. However, when I heard the words I freaked freezing for a moment before the words settled. Coffin. He was going to put me in a coffin.
"I'll be good! I swear I won't run again. I'm sorry!" I cried out struggling as my eyes began stinging. No no no no no! I screamed in my head. I didn't want to go in the coffin. How long would he leave me in there? He said if I wasn't good he would lock me in there, but for how long? It would be cramped and I wouldn't be able to breath.
Let's just say I completely lost it. Eric had trouble holding me as I put my all into it.
"Stop struggling!" Eric shouted is voice deep and thickly accented. This made me quieten but my struggles did not relent. He was terrifying.
"It's ready. Are you sure you want to…" Pam appeared in front of us looking bored. How could she act like that when he was about to lock me in a coffin.
"Pamela!" Eric shouted and Pam just scoffed and walked away not bothered.
"Please!" I cried as my face was covered in tears. Vamp speeding into the back hallway and then into a small basement. Before reaching the bottom I could already see the coffins that lay inside. Three small coffins before there was a large one. It was already open.
"As your maker I command you to lay and stay in this coffin" He said these words and a shock ran through my body and my struggles stopped. He placed me down and gave me a push. My body on its own accord moved and stepped into the coffin. No stop! Stop moving! Why are you doing what he says? I scream at myself. It was like being in an out of body experience where I had no control.
Lowering myself into the far said of the coffin that seemed to hold two people, I laid on my side facing away from Eric. My body trembled at the force I was putting into trying to get up, but also the fear. He was about to lock me in a coffin and I didn't know if he was going to let me out. Tears fell down my face quickly as I tried to hold my tears in.
There was at least a minute where nothing happened and the coffin stayed open. It was almost pain staking waiting for him to shut it. But to my shock I felt him step into the coffin and lay down behind me. Tensing up as I felt his shoulder brush my back I stared at the side of the coffin next to me.
He wasn't locking me in here?
Now I was honestly confused. Lost was an emotion I was experiencing strongly at this moment time. The lid of coffin came down causing me to let out a sob and it paused half way down and I forced myself to cry quietly. Fearing punishment. A hand suddenly touched my hip causing me to flinch on contact. But I could move any further away from him so I had to let him touch me. Whimpering at that thought I watched as we were now encased in darkness. His touch as much as I didn't want to admit was calming me down. That touch was assuring me that I wasn't alone in the dark or trapped alone.
The pulling sensation was appearing again and I shuffled uncomfortably. I didn't like being forced to sleep. Breathing shakily the hand on my hip began making circles. At first I tensed even more but after a minute it caused me to relax. The pull became stronger and I was taken under.