Prison

As I slowly came out of the darkness of my mind, I felt the pain in my head more and more. I could hear quiet talking and the occasional touch on my body. My head was hurting so much I let out a soft groan.

I was on a cold floor, with my hands tied behind my back. I tried to remember what had happened… I was walking with Jacob and Joe when I looked over. I had seen someone…. No…. I had seen things. I had seen parasites that were coming for me. When I remembered this I froze.

I didn't know where exactly I was, but I knew I was in one of the things houses. I was so busy thinking all of this over that I did not notice that the room had gotten quiet. I was too scared to open my eyes. I tried to breath slower to make it look like I had fallen asleep but I should have known better. They would have heard my accelerated heartbeat and know I was awake.

All of the sudden I heard the sweet but sickening voice of one of them.

"Well are you just going to lie there or are you going to get up?" someone said.

The voice sounded like a females. I slowly opened my eyes and was happy that I was in position to be able to look at a wall instead of them.

"Well we can't very well see you when you're facing the wall. Turn this way; don't make one of us come over there. We wouldn't want to start off on a bad note now do we?" the same female said, attempting to sound nice. I tried to sit up fast and gain some balance but my head was still hurting, so when I sat up, searing pain went down my spine again. I fell to the floor again with a soft thud, and a groan. "Her head probably still hurts Gretchen. Ace threw her a little too hard against that house, although I don't know why he had to throw her. She clearly wasn't going to go anywhere but you know how he likes to play with the humans. He finds joy in hurting them…" said a boy. "Oh very well," who I suppose was Gretchen said. Someone rang a bell and I heard feet shuffle in. "Jane, help her up. Lean her against the wall and then you can go," Gretchen said. I heard the shuffling feet, and arms come around my waist, and suddenly I was against the wall, looking at the filthy, bloodsucking monsters.

I could see that there were five of them in the room, two girls and three boys. A girl, who I assumed to be Gretchen because she was looking at me, and a boy were the only ones paying attention to me. Gretchen had long, blonde hair with grayish-blue eyes and the usual pale skin. She was wearing a long-sleeved black shirt, with the tightest pants I had ever seen. The boy had blonde hair as well and looked a lot like Gretchen. He was wearing a nice black dress shirt with black pants. They must be twins, I thought to myself.

The other girl had short brown hair and the other boy had what appeared to be black hair that was short and curly. They were sitting at a table near the window playing cards, while the other boy was looking out the window. The boy looking out of the window had chestnut hair that was cut above his ears.

"Well she seems like a strong one, and she definitely has beauty. Look at those eyes Andrew! What about you Caleb? Have you ever seen anything like them? They almost appear to be gold but if you look close they are a light green. But what such sad, angry eyes! Why do you think that is, Andrew? " Gretchen said. Why wouldn't I be sad and angry? I wanted to yell at her. So the one near the window must be Caleb, I thought. Well it didn't matter, they looked all the same and they acted all the same. I tried to put as much hate into my look. I wanted them to see how much I despised them, how much I wished they would drop dead from my gaze.

The one who must have been Andrew replied, "Well I cannot imagine Gretchen." He smirked, smirked! I wanted to lunge at him. "Look at the way she looks at us, Andrew; like she would love nothing more than to kill us. Well that's not going to happen now, is it?" Gretchen said with a laugh. "What is your name? Or does cat got your tongue?" she added with another dainty laugh. By this time, the boy near the window had drifted our way, presumably to hear the answers to the questions they would soon ask about me. When he turned towards me I could finally see his eyes. They were a light blue, a contrast to his hair and light skin.

I remained silent; I would not give them the satisfaction of an answer. They didn't deserve an answer, let alone to be talked to. I just kept staring at them, with my look of disgusts and hatred. "You know," Gretchen said angrily, "it's not polite to not answer someone's question. Now I will ask you again, what's your name? If you choose to not answer again Andrew here will have to come over there and you won't like that too much." I remained as silent as ever. Gretchen gave a look to Andrew who appeared in front of my within a matter of seconds. He knelt on one knee, to get a better angle at my face, but before he could land a hand on me I spit right in his face. I knew I shouldn't have done this, but I couldn't help it. I had to do something, even if it was childish.

Andrew reached into his pocket, brought out a handkerchief, whipped his face and then slapped my face harder than he had probably intended to hit it when he had come over. My spitting incident had probably made the hit harder. The hit had caused my head to fling to the side and after a few seconds I felt excruciating pain on my right cheek. Vampires have ten times the strength of a human and it probably took all of his discipline to not break my cheek bone with the simple flick of this hand.

"Now, what is your name?" Gretchen asked again. If I wanted to have a face left, I knew I had to answer. "Christine," I answered with as much hate as I could filter into it. "Ah, now that wasn't so hard now was it Christine? No need to make things painful now do we? How old are you Christine?" Gretchen then asked. "I just turned 17 today," I replied. I looked down; I couldn't stand to look at them anymore. "Really? Well happy birthday," Gretchen said. I looked up what I hoped looked like a sarcastic look on my face. I wanted to say to her "Well thank you. You just made my day better. I mean this morning I was on my way to work when I got taken and I thought well this is the worst birthday better, but your simple happy birthday has just made my day so much better." I held my tongue, though. I didn't want another slap across the face; I don't think I could handle any more pain.

"Well, Christine today is your lucky day. We normally make the girls go to work when they first get here, but since you had a little mishap getting here and it's your birthday you can have the rest of the day off. We wouldn't want you to get to work and do a half-good job. You will, however, have to work tomorrow. Jane will show you to your room where a bowl of water will soon be in shortly so you can wash up. Your new clothes are already in the room," Gretchen said. By the tone of her voice on the last sentence she said she was clearly done talking. She rang the same bell as before and Jane walked in. "Jane, show her to her room," was all Gretchen said. Jane walked over, slid her arms around my waist once more, and helped me up. We slowly made our way down the hall, to my new room, my prison.

So there is my first chapter of the story kinda. hope you guys liked it. this is my first attempt at writing.

sorry that it is kinda short. i am working on adding details! :) please review and tell

me things that i could improve on