Mercedes woke with her head in a fog. She was completely confused, mostly as to where she was. Her memory was a little fuzzy, but she knew one thing for sure, and that was that some nutcase had bit her in the neck and she passed out. Creep. She sat up on the plush bed...wait, bed? Sure enough, she was sitting on a bed with a red comforter. It wasn't a bright red, more of a maroon, really, but she still didn't like it. She didn't like anything about the situation she was in. Did that creep bite her and then kidnap her? Did he have some kind of weird fetish? The thought of all of this stuff scared the hell out of her, and she immediately got off of the bed and stumbled to the door. She was shaky, which only helped to convey to her just how much she'd bled during the incident. The door was bolted fast. Mercedes threw her whole weight against it, but the sturdy oak door didn't budge an inch. She gave up quickly on the prospect of escaping through there, so she made her way to the curtains that covered the only window in the room. The window was tinted, and everything outside looked a little gray. She tried to shove the window up, but it wouldn't budge either. There was no lock on it, and seemingly no way else to open it aside from breaking it. The only problem with that thought was that there was nothing in the room that was light enough for her to throw through the window. Upon closer examination of what was outside, she could only see a dirt road and some trees. For all she knew, she was halfway across the state in some unknown place. Escaping would prove to be useless, since she didn't know where she was.
She gave up and decided to just check the room for a potential weapon to use against her captor. There was the bed, but she had no way to break one of the posts off. They were pretty thick and ornate, and very well crafted. There was an empty wardrobe that was bolted to the wall. Also, there was another door that she hadn't noticed. It led into a small bathroom. Mercedes went in and caught a glimpse at herself in the mirror that hung over the sink. She was pale and a little scruffy-looking. Her hair was sticking out in several places and there was dirt on her face. The most important thing was that someone had put a bandage over the place where she had been bitten. She touched the spot with her fingers gently and hissed at the pain that shot through her neck. It was swollen and sore, and she did not want to look at it.
Mercedes left the bathroom and sat down on the floor with her back against the bed. She was trapped in this room with no idea who was here with her. She gave a frustrated cry and punched the floor as hard as she could. That didn't do her any good either, just added another pain to her body. The loss of blood rendered her exhausted after only being awake for maybe twenty minutes. Her head fell forward and she fell asleep, still sitting against the bed.
"Jeez. Looks like she tried everything."
That voice brought her back down to earth. Mercedes opened her eyes and slowly began to focus on a blond-haired boy who was walking towards her. She scrambled up and backed away from him. He looked a little surprised, but held his hands up, palms out.
"Relax. I'm not going to hurt you." He said.
"Who are you and where am I?" She snapped, getting ready to fight him to get to the door.
"My name is Kayd. You're at our house."
"What do you mean 'our'?"
All of these questions shouldn't have bothered Kayd, but they did. The only good part was that they were distracting her, so he could get closer to her to kind of calm her down.
"Mine and Derricks'. Derrick is the one who got you into this mess. Hate him all you want to, I encourage it, it'll teach him a lesson, but I don't want to hurt you at all."
Mercedes looked into his eyes. There was truth in them. She dropped her guard slowly and relaxed. Kayd let out a silent sigh of relief. At least he wasn't going to have to restrain her. The ring on her finger was still a concern to him. He reached out to her and sat her down on the end of the bed, sitting down next to her in the process.
"I'm sorry that it has to be this way, but Derrick didn't leave much of a choice for us." He said.
"So, Derrick is the nutcase that bit me?" Mercedes asked.
Kayd started to laugh. Women had lots of things to say about Derrick. Not one had ever called him a nutcase. Kayd had to agree with the girl.
"Yes, he is. Speaking of, let me see that bite."
He got up and gently turned her head to the side, peeling the taped bandage away from her neck. She winced once or twice, but it wasn't that bad. Kayd looked it over closely. Derrick had done a really shoddy job of patching her up, that was for sure. He helped her up and took her into the bathroom, grabbing some antibiotics out of a cabinet.
"Sit up on the sink. You're so short."
Mercedes glared at him for his comment, but did as he said. At least he was being helpful. She tilted her head so that he could get at the wound and tried to hold in her pain when the stinging started.
"So, is this a habit of his?" She asked.
Kayd chuckled. "You could say that...it's a habit of mine, as well."
Okay, now she was stuck in a house with two creeps. Her expression made him laugh, and that's when she saw it. It was unmistakable, and there was no way that they could be fake. He had fangs. Kayd, the guy who was patching up her damn neck had fangs.