Chapter 4: The Meeting
"Umph!" I muttered I was thrown out of the sack.
I blinked twice, and examined my surroundings. I was in a small dark little room that was only about 4 feet tall—a challenged for my 5 foot 8 inch frame.
"We'll come for you in a hour," Juno remarked as he walked away form my cell. "Clean yourself up."
Next to me there was a tooth sharpener, toothpaste (beef flavor), a brush, a bucket of water, and a towel.
As I rhythmically brushed my vibrant red hair, I thought back to when I was just a child and my father told me about the Accents.
"You only see the messenger," my father remarked as I sat in his lap. "His name is Juno. He's the second oldest vampire living. The first one is the leader of the Accent's of course. "
"How old is he father?" I asked curiously.
"Over sixteen hundred thousand years old,"
"But you said all of the vampires that were born before 150, 000 BC died off because of 'Vampire Operation 1'!"
"He didn't. And neither did the Accent's leader. They were said to have been the strongest vampires in the world—they were captured, but ultimately survived. But because of their unfortunate episode, the Accent's grew to hate humans with so much hatred it consumed them. As you know, humans are….."
"Food, not enemies,"
"Correct. Actually the human's would provide us with some of the weaker, almost dying humans for us to eat. Humans and vampires lived in a fair amount of harmony before V.O.1. But after that, Juno and Leader (for that is the only name anyone calls him) developed an immense hatred of humans, and began randomly attacking the most healthiest, kindest, good natured humans."
"Why do they torture vampires though?"
"They only torture certain vampires who do not believe in attacking just anyone," my father had stated before putting me to bed.
As I thought this, I heard a clank and a click in the cell next to mine. Surprised, I brought my charm to my collarbone and cried out:
"Who's in the cell next to me?"
A voice came "Just me. My original name was James, but my human name is Cedric Yurthop. I am but a poor vampire who got in a querral with one of the Accent's."
"Really? So did I! How did you-ow!" In my excitement in finding another poor soul, such as myself, I had leaped up and presently, banged my head.
I could hear Cedric softly laughing at me.
"It's not funny," I muttered to myself, but I kept my cool.
"When is your meeting?" Cedric asked, changing the subject.
"In a hour," I replied. "I don't know what time that will be though, since I don't have my pocket clock with me."
"I do, It's 4:58 pm, so your meeting will be at about 5 pm" he answered
For the rest of the time until my meeting, I chatted with the man. Even though I had no idea who he was, my vampire charm seemed to be okay with him, so I was too.
Who knew you could make friends in jail?