Edd's POV:

I opened my eyes slowly taking in my surrounding. It was a big room. I was sleeping on a king sized bed. The stupid room had no windows just some kind of a ventilation on the top to let one know if its day or not. As I was searching for a door sitting on the bed I saw a parrot sitting on its stand. It was wearing a black coat with a white shirt and a black tie. That was funny. I laughed. It dint seem to mind. It just kept scratching its head with its left wing. It was also wearing a glass. That made it look smart and nerdy. I found it very funny I started laughing hard. But it dint do me any good. It made my head spin. So I closed my eyes and for the billionth time since I came here I blacked out.

The parrot was nowhere to be seen when I woke up. The walls were still rippling. It always rippled. Sometimes they even hummed some kind of music. There were paintings of The Red Vineyard and The Potato Eaters by Vincent Van Gogh, and La Belle Ferroniere and The Last Supper by Leonardo Da Vinci. A fuzzy man looking like a butler came in with a plate of grilled sandwich. I tried to get up but it was useless. My left leg was tied to the bed with a silver chain. Due to some reason my powers dint work.

I tried hard but it just dint. After I turned into a vampire I never ate anything because anything I ate tasted like charcoal to me I only drank blood. But for some reason the food served here tasted good every time. I tried to remember last time I tasted something like this.

I looked at my reflection on the mirror present on the opposite wall. For some reason I found something wrong. My nose was too long, like Pinocchio. I stared harder it snapped back. My head started to hurt a lot again. I completed my sandwich and tried to sleep. And within no time I fell asleep again.

I woke up after a long time may be. As I got up for some reason I felt better. It was dark outside. Wonder for how many days did they keep me here. What was I doing here and where was I on the first place. Then it hit me.

I went out with Crystal I think that was her name. The girl I met in the club. We went to 'the poison' club the night I missed my practice. No wonder they will be angry with me. Scar for sure might me angry the most. What might she be thinking about me? Why is it bothering me much about what she thought.

It would be better if I focus on what happened that night at Crystal's apartment. Is she alright? I have this feeling that she is completely fine and she is responsible for whatever is happening. Just then Crystal walked in the room wearing a green coloured knee length dress. She looked beautiful and sexy as always.

"Yes I am completely alright and I am responsible for why you are here" she said smirking.

I think I am hallucinating again like before. She looks good normally I mean she was very pretty indeed . But now she looked even better. That green dress complementing her green eye. I have never seen someone more beautiful.

"Thank you"

"Huh?" what was she thanking me for?

"You think that I am the most beautiful girl"

How did she know? Can she here my thoughts?

"Yes"

"How can this be possible?"

"You have the answer for that. Don't you?"

Then I realised I couldn't listen to her thoughts. She laughed.

Following my intuition pretended I fainted again. I kept my blocks up. I placed a part of my mind that she could read blank. So she thought I really fainted. She dint know that while practicing I found a special power that nobody ever heard before. I could split my thoughts into two. One part of my mind was in my control not opening it for anybody. And the other part everybody could read. That is only by mind readers. I have practised this a lot.

I closed my eyes and heard to whatever they were thinking. I heard footsteps. I slowly opened my eyes just enough so that I could see and they wouldn't notice.

A man wearing a black suit walked in. he might be in his 30's. He walked to Crystal kissed her on her lips. She kissed him back I could see she caught his hair by her hand and she was pulling them. Then she lifts her well toned leg and wraps around him I could see his hands moving towards her breast. He was squeezing them. She let out a moan. Then he left her. But he was still holding her waist. Her lips were looking kind of weird after her intense make out with this man who seems to be almost double her age.

"So is he ready for the game Crystal dear?" the man said

His voice seemed very low in pitch almost like a girl. Suddenly all the colour of her face disappeared.

"n-n-no- no master" she stammered slowly almost not audible.

As those words left her mouth the man slapped her hard on her face.

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