There were four astoundingly beautiful women huddled around a weeping and distraught Violet. I took a step into the room where I was met with vicious growls and piercing stares. Violet took one look at me, her eyes glassy with the tears that would never fall, before she through her head into the shoulder of the blonde woman. My heart broke for her. Violet and I hadn't become friends, but I still felt a deep loss.
"Get out of this room," hissed the red head. Agreeing hisses and growls came from the others.
I didn't know what I did to offend so many. The day had been so long and filled with so much. I needed the silent escape of sleep, but I knew it would never come. I needed the freedom of my wandering ways but knew that the pain of loneliness would find me again. My confusion began to change into irritation.
"What's wrong with Violet?" I questioned.
"Like you don't know you little harpy. Why don't you do us a favor and jump into the fire place?" Screeched the red head.
My temper started to get the best of me. Looking back at it now, things would have been much easier if I just walked out the door. Hindsight is 20/20 I suppose.
I shifted my weight to the balls of my feet knowing that my next words had the potential to start a brawl. I looked again at the four vampires and assessed each of them for weaknesses. A deep growl began to build, a challenge, to call out the alpha female of this group.
"Don't growl at me little girl…" the red head crooned as she rose from the floor and sauntered up to me.
"…I will put you in your place real quick."
A smirk crossed my face as I reeled back and socked the little princess to the ground. I learned another lesson in the seconds that followed, an alpha is not foolish enough to speak when goaded. I had but a few milliseconds to enjoy my success before I was pinned to the wall. I looked into the eyes of the tall blonde right before she bit my shoulder joint. A howl escaped my lips as I tried to fight back. Clawing at this woman was not providing me with any leverage to gain an advantage.
Everything was a blur. The other girls had moved Violet away from the fight and were positioned in a protective huddle. No one would help me. The blonde then tore at my oozing arm wound and my arm ended up across the room. I had thoughts of giving up. Of just letting her send me to hell, but it wasn't in me to give up before. It sure as hell wasn't in me now to let her win so easily. With that, I braced my back onto the wall and in one swift motion kicked both my feet up and into the blonde bitch's chest. She went flying across the room, still holding onto me for half of the distance. Crashing into what sounded like crystal, I got up and grabbed my arm. The red head wasn't having it. Her claw-like hands twisted into my hair. Twirling around I quickly found an opening and wrapped my arms around her petite neck. With a single pivot I was able to remove her head from her body. It would seem comical if it weren't so vicious.
The blonde walked up to the disembodied head and carefully picked it up. She started to walk towards the body, but that was not going to happen. She was not going to reassemble this piece of trash. I flitted to the body, dropped my arm next to it, and prepared to attack. Venom was dripping from my mouth like a rabid dog.
"Try it, and you are next," my voice darkened as I spoke.
The idiot started to walk towards me again, when a broken voice peeped.
"Charlotte, just stop."
Violet stood from the huddle and stepped in front of me.
"Leave her be. She doesn't understand what is going on. We all were where she is at once…" Violet bent down and picked up my arm. "…No more this evening."
All roads in this house lead to confusion. I cautiously began to rise, but I shouldn't have. Violet turned around. All the rage and sadness flooded her eyes. I became lost in the blood red pools before I was met with a smack.
"We will discuss this in awhile, but you are putting everyone in danger. Take your arm and go back to your room."
I must have looked like a fish out of water. My mouth was opening and closing because I had no words for a response. I took the appendage from her delicate hands and made my way out the door. It was quickly slammed behind me.
"Just great. Now I'm wandering alone in this big ass house of hell with my arm off," I mumbled to myself.
I knew I needed to feed in order to make the healing process go quicker. I didn't know where I could go. Walking down the hallway to my room I began to feel a lucid calm. It grew stronger as I approached the room I was forbidden from entering. Maybe it was all a dream. I kept walking until I reached my cell. Albeit luxurious and comfortable, it was still a cell.
I walked towards the window, and saw it had already been repaired.
"They sure move fast," I thought aloud.
Turning back to the ungodly large bed I saw that there was a large jug and a note on the nightstand. I knew that it hadn't been there before, otherwise it probably would've gotten demolished. Picking up the delicate paper I immediately recognized the elegant script.
Dear Miss Shayla,
I figured you would be needing this, and since I like keeping my wait staff alive I am allowing you to have it. Make sure you are fully healed before you leave your room.
Regards,
Major J. Whitlock
"Gee, what a charmer," I mumbled.
The jug was warm to my touch and smelled like heaven. I pulled the cork out with my teeth and spit it across the room. Pulling the jar to my mouth I savored the smell before taking a large pull of the crimson bliss. I had a brief flash from my human life. The days when I would play on the porch while my father sat in his rocking chair, sipping on his jug of moonshine. If he could see me now; like father like daughter. There were however, more pressing things to take care of.
I picked up my oozing arm, said a prayer, and forced it back into the socket. A painful screech came from my mouth before I got my wits about me. After making sure that it was correctly in place I chased the pain with the blood. The searing pain soon turned into a dull throb and I was beginning to feel a bit blood drunk.
Standing with a wobble, I sauntered back to the window where a washbasin was sitting. It had been awhile since I truly felt clean. Taking another swig from the jug I picked up the washcloth and dipped it in the water. The cool water jingled as it fell back into the bowl. The cloth felt soft on my skin and the water, although room temperature, felt warm. Finishing off the blood I began to stumble.
"I wonder if there are any other clothes here?"
Talking to myself was becoming a habit.
I rummaged through the armoire recklessly. There were formal dresses, pants, shirts, and all sorts of undergarments that I couldn't even begin to figure out how to put on. I pulled off my ripped pants and soiled shirt…in the garbage they went. Standing stark naked, drunk, and in a prison camp was not where I thought I would be. Lost in thought I didn't even here the door open.
"My, my darlin, I knew you were somethin'."