Chapter 4: The Vampire's Captive
Wild:
"Candy!" I called as I entered V.V.P.A Headquarters. I led Roger into the infirmary. There I found the eerily beautiful doctor. She was staring sadly down at the young man in one of the beds. Silently, she drew the bed sheet over his face.
"What's wrong with him?" asked Roger, innocently. His shifting black eyes gazing back up at me. "Is he dead?"
I took off my shades and placed them in my coat pocket. "Yea." I replied, still studying the tender way Candy treated the dead man.
Candy straitened and turned to look at us. "What's this?" She asked, tucking a stray blonde hair behind her ear.
"This is Roger. He's a new fledgling I picked up." I answered, patting the young boy on the shoulder, reassuringly.
Candy nodded. "I see. Put him in that bed over there and I'll get him some fluids in a moment. For now I have to get Owen here to the morgue."
As I settled Roger into the bed, I watched the assistants work out of the corner of my eye. They placed Owen into a body bag and wheeled him out on a gurney. All the while, Candy stood there watching them, her eyes holding an unsurpassable sadness. Strange. Usually she didn't get so attached.
When they'd left, I walked over to her. "What's wrong?" I asked, stuffing my hands in my pockets.
Candy crossed her arms and looked down at her shoes, refusing to meet my gaze. "I knew him." She squeaked.
"Oh…was he an old boyfriend or something?" I asked.
She bit her lip and wiped at her cheeks, trying to hide the fact that she was on the verge of breaking down. "No…he was my son."
"What?" I gasped, hardly believing what I was hearing. "I didn't know you had any kids."
"I had one, back in high school. I put him up for adoption." She croaked, a tear gently trailed down her cheek. "The first time I've seen him in thirty years and he dies right in front of me."
"Do they know who attacked him?" I asked, my red eyes flaring.
"He was one of Icy's cases. You'd have to ask her."
"Great." I sighed. If there was one thing I hated in this world, it was dealing with the ice queen.
"Excuse me." She said as she brushed past me. She quickly went to Roger and hooked him up to an IV. Work, that's how everyone deals with grief around here.
"I'm going to go talk with Icy. Keep me posted on Roger's condition." I said.
"Will do." Candy muttered.
I left the infirmary and made my way to Icy's office. She was sitting, cross legged at her computer, looking as frigid as ever in her form fitting, navy skirt and blazer.
"Icy." I greeted.
She glanced up at me. "Wild." She greeted.
"Owen is dead." I said.
"I am aware. I knew he wouldn't make it when I saw him at the scene. The vampire who attacked him had nearly sucked him dry."
I shrugged off that cold remark. "Did you know that he was Candy's son?"
"Yes. Dragon told me." She said, the pitch of her voice holding no emotion.
"Dragon? He did this?" I asked.
"Yes."
I knew that name well. He was Candy's ex-husband. He's also the one who turned her in the first place. He was one of the big baddies nowadays. The boss of one of the largest covens of rogue vampires. He was still pretty bitter about their break up, so he tormented Candy at every opportunity. I knew he was bad news, but I never thought he's sink this low.
I swallowed the bitter taste that had formed in my mouth. I don't care if you're a human or a bloody vampire. No body should be able hurt someone you were supposed to love that badly.
"Did you catch him?" I asked, crossing my fingers.
"No. He got away, like usual. Those Teleporters are tricky devils."
"Damn. Well, thanks for not telling, Candy. It would kill her if she knew." I said, ignoring the protests of my pride.
Icy smiled at me as she bit at the end of her pen. "I was planning to. I just hadn't gotten around to it."
I rolled my eyes at her. Of course. "I figured that much. Being nice isn't your style." I turned to leave.
"Going out?" asked Icy.
"Yea." I replied.
"You're going to Starbucks aren't you?" She chuckled.
"I need something to warm my bones." I said as I took my shades back out and put them back into place. The number one rule for vampires when they go out in public: hide the red eyes.
"Bring me back a hot chocolate. I could use a warming up, myself." She requested, her red painted lips curving ever slightly into her signature sexy smirk.
I flashed her my own devilish smirk, the very one she couldn't stand. "I don't think that's a good idea, Icy. You might melt."
She threw her pen at me and it knocked me in the head. "Ow!" I yelped, although it really didn't hurt at all.
"Get out of here, you asshole!" She hissed.
"Alright. Alright. I'll get you your damn hot chocolate." I chuckled and swiftly retreated into the hall. One must never over stay your welcome with the ice queen.
Stella:
Make him stop. Please, god make him stop. That's all I could think as he gulped down my blood. They say your life flashes before your eyes right before you die. That hasn't happened yet. I only think about the pain. That horrible burn and the mind numbing cold that sweeps through me one after the other each time he feeds off of me. I've been here for three days…I think. The days are blending together, so I'm not sure. I can't feel my arms anymore. I've been hanging in this position ever since I woke up here. I'm a little worried, but in a way I'm glad I can't feel them.
Finally full, my captor, The Vampire, as I've been calling him - for lack of an actual name - released my throat and backed away, so he could watch me hang there, limp and lifeless. I couldn't pick up my head anymore, it just rolled from side to side. My eyes couldn't focus.
He pat the side of my face, harshly. It was really more of a slap than a pat. "Wake up. If you fall asleep, now you might not wake up." He chuckled.
"P-please. I-I need food." I stuttered. I hadn't eaten anything since my pancakes the day he took me.
"Oh that's right. Little rabbits need to eat, don't they?" He laughed wickedly. He went over to one of the three coolers he had in the basement and took out the body of a dog he'd killed. He took it over to a table where he had a set of butcher knives laid out and chopped off the dogs head. He then brought the head over and presented it to me. He held it up to my face and flashed me a smile. "Here you are my dear. This is all for you."
I turned my head abruptly and vomited all over the floor.
"Now look what you've done! Now you'll smell like vomit. That's not very appetizing, love." My captor chuckled.
He threw the head to the side and took a key from his pocket. "Tell you what. I'll let you get cleaned up while I find you something better suited for your weak human stomach. I wanted to change you out of that bathing suit anyway." He unlocked the chains that held my wrists and I fell limply into his awaiting arms. I let out a shrill scream as the feeling rushed back to my arms and bombarded my senses. The Vampire only laughed at my pain.
He carried me on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes as he climbed the ladder to the top floor. He went to his bedroom first and took a red silk nighty from his closet.
In the bathroom, he sat me down on the toilet and handed me the silky gown. "Now you get all primped up for me now and I'll have a special treat for you when you're finished." He smiled. The moisture on his fangs glittered in the light. Then he left, closing the door behind himself.
Getting my bathing suit off was quite the hassle. My arms hurt too much to lift them very high. I turned on the warm water and got inside. I slumped to the bottom of the shower. I drew my knees up to my chest and just let the water rain down on me. I stared at the water around me as it slowly turned red with my blood. I washed my hair and scrubbed the dirt and crusted blood off my skin. I was amazed by how quickly his bite marks healed. The one from that morning had already scabbed over. I shivered as I counted the scars. He never bit the same place twice, so I literally had teeth marks from head to toe. I got to 30, but I remembered several more on my back, which I couldn't see.
When I was clean again, I got out and put on the red silk night gown. It was pretty short. It only covered me to mid thigh. I really wished I had some form of underwear. Looking around, I noticed a bikini hanging on the towel rack. I picked it up and looked at it. I recognized it immediately. It was the Pirate bikini I had "lost". So he'd stolen it. He had been in my house. I swallowed the bile that had risen in my throat at the thought that he may have been looming over me as I slept.
I shook away the image and quickly slipped on the bottom of the bikini. I looked around the bathroom until I found a comb and ran it through my tangled mane. I looked like I'd walked through all nine levels of hell and back. The bite marks were clearly visible. They had all almost closed up, but they where all encircled with nasty bluish black bruises. I had blotches all over, especially in his favorite areas, like my neck, shoulders and breasts. As I studied my disastrous appearance, my eyes were drawn to something on the wall above the toilet. There was a small window.
Hesitantly, on shaky legs, I tiptoed towards the window. I climbed up on the toilet and tugged up on the window. It lifted with a sharp edged creak. The outside air slapped against my face, clearing my nostrils of the decaying scent of old blood and rotting flesh that drenched The Vampire's house. Freedom!
I poked my head thorough and looked down. It wasn't but a six foot drop to the ground below. I could make that. I crawled out of the window and sat upon the window sill, preparing to jump down. Just as I was about to push off, I heard a loud bang. The door being thrown open and hitting the opposite wall. My head whipped around to meet the truly pissed face of my captor standing in the doorway.
"You little bitch!" The Vampire Hissed. He evaporated into a black mist and rematerialized right behind me. He snatched me by the hair and dragged me by it, kicking and screaming, back down into the "Meat Room".
"You think you can just leave?" The pupils of his unnatural red eyes now narrowed to slits, like cat eyes. "You going to leave me?! Huh!" He screamed like a mad man.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I cried, pleading with him for mercy. This was it. I was going to die.
He dragged me back to the chains and locked them back into place around my wrists. "Sorry isn't going to cut it, love!" He hissed in my face. He grabbed a hold of my legs and wrapped them around his waist. "I'll just have to make sure that you can't get away."
With speed no human could posses, he jerked his body beyond the length of the chains. I heard a sickening pop as my arms dislocated from my shoulders. I let out a strange, almost feral scream that I never knew a person could make. Pain radiated through my entire body.
He released my legs and my body swung from horizontal into it's natural hanging position. With all my weight pulling down on my dislocated arms, the pain was unimaginable. The Vampire laughed at my pain, just like he always did. What had I done to deserve this torture?
"Why? Why do you hate me so much?" I asked in moan.
He stroked my cheek, in a eerily loving way. "I don't hate you, Stella. I do this because I love you." He kissed my lips gently. When he ended the kiss he looked deeply into my eyes. Those crimson orbs seemed to study my very soul. "You're mine, Stella. I will never let you leave me. Try something like this again, and next time it will be your legs." He said then sank his teeth into my thigh. One good thing came from this. The freezing cold that fallowed the slow burn when he fed off me, numbed the rolling pain from my mangled arms.
When he was done, he left me alone in the darkness once more. I came to the conclusion that night, as I drifted in and out of consciousness, that I was going to die here.
Wow that was brutal! It made me cringe just writing about it. My mom dislocated one of her shoulder a few years back. I'm sure she'd run screaming from the room if she read this. XD
In the next chapter we'll finally have a name for the the captor.
But if you want to find out what it is, you'll have to leave a review. Remember, I'll only continue this story as long as it is encouraged.