Title: In Need of Rescue

Chapter 2: Harvested

I couldn't sleep last night; I never could sleep the night before a harvest. It scared me. Everyone else grew to accept it but I couldn't.

I accepted it for a short time but when I was six, my best friend had accidentally died during a harvest when the machine malfunctioned and no one caught it in time.

The machine? It is a monster in itself. It has a chair for you to sit at and then they strap you in. They will strap one of your arms, depending which arm they are using that week. You can't move and you can't tell them when you are feeling weak. The machine does everything. It measures your mass and weight and can decide how much blood it can take out of you without killing you. When it is done taking your blood out then it will pull out of your vein and you feel weak. Before you are brought back to the room, they give you a sponge bath and once a month they have a physical. The doctor is nice though, he knows that you are weak and just checks you over quickly. I think this week is the physical.

I lifted my head up when I heard the buzzer which meant I could get off of this sleeping mat. If I got up before the buzzer went off then I would be punished with the electric poles. I went to use the corner as I pulled down my undergarment and squat down. My mom had told me about this thing called a toilet that she used to have in her house. It would flush the feces down with water so that no one had to clean it up. She said that it was in a small room too, so that you could have privacy.

There's no such thing as privacy here.

I got up and made sure my undergarments were right before walking off. We get to eat before the harvest. Harvest days always had the most interesting foods, whatever has sugar in it which was a treat compared to the plain bread and slab of meat we would normally get.

Today's breakfast was a cake as we sat around and ate the rock hard substance. My mom told me of a moist cake, she said she could make the best cake ever. Here though, the vampires make the food so they don't care if it tastes gross. Harvest day was like a feast. They will bring in foods all day long after the harvest. They will force you to eat their food if you choose not to eat.

I sat around with everyone else as they ate. While we ate, a vampire came in with a pitchfork to clean out our corner. He did this every morning. He would mumble things in vampiric and scowl at us repeatedly. What were we going to do? Not use the corner?

You learn to ignore him.

When he left another guard came in and had us line up. The pregnant women got to stay behind. I just couldn't wait for that day. The rest of us were lined up and ready to go. We walked down the hall which was lit up by light bulbs spread apart every ten feet. We walked past different doors; I assume that the other groups live in each one. I had only seen one other group. It was one of the group of males. We had walked by them once but I could only take a quick look at them before I was smacked by one of the guards for looking up.

This time around I quickly looked up to see a guard about fifteen feet ahead of us. He was watching the group as we walked by. He sat there as if bored as he watched us walk by. He looked at each person's head and then would look to the next one. I could tell he was looking for something but I couldn't figure out what it was. He stopped when he looked at me. I quickly looked down, hoping that he didn't see me look up.

I heard him whispering to another guard as I walked by. I thought I was out of the clearing until I felt a hand grasp my shoulder. "Come over here." A guard said in human. I nodded and walked out of the line. A girl behind me looked back but quickly looked ahead when the guard that was holding my shoulder growled.

I gulped as I was brought over to the one that I had looked at. I kept my eyes to my feet. They were bare. None of us owned shoes unlike the vampires, they always wore shoes. I focused on my second toe which was slightly bigger than my first toe.

The man holding my shoulder said something in vampiric to the man.

The man that I looked at cupped my cheek in his hand and brought my head up. I still tried to keep my eyes away from him.

"Shigh" That meant look at me. I did as I was told and looked at the man. He stared me in the eyes as I started to get fidgety. I noticed his hair was a more bronze color and his eyes weren't as deep red as the others. They were just faintly red. "Speak." He said. I was startled that he spoke human to me.

"I don't know what I should say." I mentioned.

"So?" The man holding my shoulder said.

He just shook his head.

They mumbled something back and forth and then I was forced to go back down the hall to join my group. I walked in and they already had most of my group hooked up. I had to sit down at one of the last ones. They hooked my left arm and then pressed the button for the machine to do its job. I was sitting next to another girl that was only two years younger than me.

"What was that about?" she asked.

"I don't know." I answered.

"Did they do anything to you?"

"No, they forced me to look at this guard. He stared at me."

"Creepy."

"He was kinda cute though." I said back.

She giggled. We may be in a place where we had no freedom but we were still teenage girls and we still looked at the guards and would gage them. It was the closest things to guys that we could see.

"Oooooh, Isabella has a crush." She sang out.

"Ssssh." I said as she laughed.

"So what makes you like him?" Yeah, we were trying to make light of the situation. That's all that you can do.

"I don't know, I almost feel like he knows something that we don't."

"They all know stuff that we don't." Her eye lids started get droopy as her speech started to slur. A sign that she was almost done.

"We can talk more later."

"Sure." She said as the machine buzzed and the needle came out of her arms. A guard came over and removed her from the room.

I yawned starting to feel the same. After a few minutes later I started to feel weak. I heard a buzz and then my body was lifted up. We are picked up like sacks of potatoes. No one cares about us. I was brought into the next room where they strip you down and quickly give you a sponge bath.

I felt my dress get lifted up and off my body and it was thrown with the other soiled clothing from today. We are given a clean garment once a week. I felt a cold wet sponge hit me as the dirty water ran off. I didn't move, the cold water is all I know other than the room temperature water that I drink in the room. Even if I wanted to move, the weak feeling wouldn't let me. I barely had enough energy to sit up in the chair they had placed me in.

Then a towel came around me as I was dried. They didn't care to look at us in any demeanor that would be considered inappropriate. To vampires, humans are just disgusting disposable things. They didn't care one bit for anything else other than food.

I was picked up still naked and brought to the next room where I was sat in a different chair. Today was the day for the doctor to look us over. From what I understand, he goes between four different places and stays at each one for a week.

I sat in the chair as I looked around. This was a dark room as well. The vampires see better in the dark. The door opened and the doctor walked in. He came over to me and looked at the wristband that I had to wear. It had my name and my number on it so that they could easily log them away. He wrote something on his paper and then lifted my head. "Shigh." I looked him in the eyes as he went to shine a light in each eye and then wrote something down. He took my arm and inspected the bruises; he sighed then wrote something down.

Another vampire came running into the room, "Dr. Cullen." He then said something in vampiric.

The doctor ran out of the room and left me alone. I was alone until another came in and put on a fresh dress. It felt good to have something fresh on. I loved this day just for that reason. I couldn't see the one who picked me up until we got out of the room. It was the man who had me stare into his eyes last time.

He took me down the hall and into a room I had never seen before. He sat me down in a chair and squatted in front of me. He grabbed my wrist to look at my name and then looked back up at me. "Isabella." I looked over at him. "I need you to keep focused; I need you to look me in the eyes." He said.

I did as he said. What was he doing?

"Good." He said as he cupped my chin. "Can you speak?" he asked.

Why was he speaking to me in my language? Normally they yell at me in vampiric until I figure out what they want. "Yes." I said.

He looked frustrated. "Say something else."

"Like what?"

He sighed, "I don't know. Never mind. I got to get you back to your room." He picked me up and I felt safe in his arms. He brought me into the room and laid me down with everyone else. Some were already starting to sit up as different sweets were brought in. The guard that was talking to me walked out. My mom hand me some chocolate and an apple juice. That was my favorite snack on harvest day.

After we were all done, the pregnant women were taken out for their doctor's appointment. They came back in a clean dress like the rest of us.

After a few hours we were all almost back to normal. We still just sat around and talked but we were at least feeling better.

The girl that I was talking too came over and sat by me, "So, was the guard that brought you in the one you have a crush on?"

I nodded my head, "Yeah, what do you think?"

"Very nice pick." She giggled, "I wish I could have met him. He seems to have an eye for you, maybe he will buy you."

I have been told that when a human is bought it is now a slave to the vampire. The vampire can do whatever they want with it. There are several rumors that go around. Some say they will choose to hunt the human down by bringing them to a certain place that allows a vampire to set the human free and then catch it. Another rumor says that you live at the vampire's house and just go through the same thing here but it's just you and you have no one to talk to. I was curious which one was true.

"Maybe." That was everyone's dream. To be bought and taken out of here. But we don't know what's beyond these walls except the rumors that spread. Were they really better than here? Maybe it was even worse.

It scares me to think of a place worse than here, a place worse than death.

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