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"Good morning, or should I say goodnight?" giggled Satchel as she stepped through the door, blood bag in hand.

I was instantly happy to see her, well mostly because she held my breakfast. She had been spending a lot of time down here with me lately. She talked…a lot. Though I'm not really complaining, I didn't mind the company. Besides the closer I got to her the more of a chance I had of her releasing me. I felt a little bad, using her this way. But Rose's safety came first, and I was ready to give up anything to make sure she remained safe.

I nodded in Satchel's direction and she rushed over. I noticed she held another bag in her hand but this one smelled of actual food.

"Shh…" she replied when she realized I was eyeing the other bag curiously.

"I figured you could use some stable food in you. You've been living off of nothing but blood since you've gotten here."

It's amazing, I hadn't even thought about food…now I found it odd that it hadn't even crossed my mind. She smiled and pulled out a small order of French fries. The aroma drifted towards my nostrils almost instantly and I had to stop myself from drooling. I was never a big fan of fast food but I couldn't even remember the last time I had eaten. Anything would taste good right about now. I'm still shocked I hadn't noticed this hunger before.

I decided to ask Satchel if this was normal.

"Why is it that I haven't been hungry till now? I hadn't even thought about food since I'd been awakened."

Her smile faded and was replaced by a frown. She thought awhile before answering, as if she were choosing her words cautiously.

"Well, that's because of the blood…strigoi are similar to moroi that way, we loose most of our appetite. Only they've been feeding you so much blood because…"

She froze, must have been silently debating whether she should be telling me this or not.

"Because?" I prompted.

She let out a small sigh but continued anyway.

"They're hoping to get you addicted." She glanced back towards the doorway to make sure no one had overheard.

"That way it'd be easier for you to stay on our side I think…I don't know. I'm not usually informed on these things. I could only tell you my best guess."

I figured if I had a chance, this was as good a time as any. It had already been a week since I'd last seen John and I doubted I'd be seeing much of Satchel while he was around. I was just about to open my mouth to say something when Satchel pulled out a small silver key from her pocket. I eyed her suspiciously…was she going to let me loose?

She glanced back towards the doorway once more and quickly placed both bags on the floor next to me and knelt down behind my back.

"W-what are you doing?" I asked in slight shock, it was what I had wanted but I hadn't expected her to just pull out the key and unlock the chains. I mean I hadn't even had a chance to ask her yet.

"I'm letting you go. I'm going to help you save your girlfriend." She replied.

"What? How do you even know about that?" I asked, instantly suspicious. Sure she had been nice to me when none of the others had…but I still didn't trust her completely.

"I heard John talking about it before… how he was hoping she'd come to us; I told you before... that I had heard about your girlfriend and that it reminded me of him?"

I nodded. I had been about to question her right before I had taken blood, but after she placed the bag to my lips all I could really think at the moment was how delicious the blood had tasted and that I wanted seconds.

"After I was turned he came after me too. He died trying to kill me…"

I winced at the thought of Rose sharing the same fate. "I'm sorry." I replied, imagining her pain, I couldn't even begin to envision Rose dying because of me… because of some stupid promise.

My arms and legs were finally free from the chains, and I stretched a bit, trying to regain feeling.

"Wow, you really are tall." She noted with a small smile.

I nodded. She picked up the two bags and handed them to me.

"Hurry, eat up. We need to get you out before John and the others return." I nodded again, lips already full as I bit down into the bag of blood. I gobbled down the fries as if there were no tomorrow, hell under these circumstances you could never be so sure.

Satchel was already out the door, I followed her, quickening my pace to catch up. My muscles were beyond sore at the moment and everything ached but now was not the time to think about that. I was finally going to see Rose. She'll be safe…and once she's safe…I might allow her to keep her promise. I sighed. Oh Roza…

We were outside already. I was shocked to see that no one had been in the house, or at least not anywhere I could see. It had been way to easy…

"So where do we start first?" asked Satchel. I glanced over at her. I wasn't going to bring her along.

"Thanks for all of your help, Satchel. I am eternally grateful but I will continue my mission alone." I didn't want to sound rude; I really did owe her a lot. But I couldn't risk Rose's safety… I still didn't trust Satchel even after what she had done.

"What?...b-but I got you out, you won't survive out there without me. You won't be able to find blood or a place to stay when the sun rises." She had a point, and I debated whether or not I should risk bringing her along. What if she was using me to lead John and the others to Rose? It wasn't unlikely…our escape had been too easy.

I highly doubted she would be capable of such a thing. But I wasn't going to bet Rose's safety on that.

"Thank you but I will manage on my own. I'm sorry." I tried to keep my voice professional.

She seemed shocked and a little hurt, but I didn't allow that to get to me.

Without warning she swung her arms around my waist and held me in a tight embrace.

"Good luck and be careful." She whispered, then let go and walked back inside.

I was finally free, and on my own. I made a break for it. My goal: to get as far away from here as physically possible.