Here's another short chapter. I'm really sorry about how fast this chapter moves, but I wanted to get another chapter out for you guys and I thought it was personally better if it moved this fast. Also, just a quick heads up, in the next chapter, I hint at a character that has yet to be remotely mentioned. Stay tuned.I do not own any of NBC's Dracula, just M.

Back to the end of chapter 1

M had no idea how long she had been in the cell under Lady Jane's house, but she did know that hours turned into days and days into weeks. With each passing day, she became weaker and weaker and craving something she had never craved before, blood. M would contemplate whether or not she should find a way out and deal with her craving, in the weeks she spent in the cell, but never acted upon it. Although with each passing day, M was more tempted, as the cravings kept getting stronger and stronger.

One day, M was awake when someone came to give her food an M mustered all the strength she could and stood up, leaning against the cell wall. The person with the plate of food dropped it on the hard, stone, cold floor in front of the cell door which the person was standing in front of, while M struggled to stand. M looked at the person, which she could now see was a girl no older than 10 and calmly said, "Run."

The girl, without thinking about closing the cell door, turned around and ran. Meanwhile, M was using the walls and her sudden urge, to get out of the cell. M's eyes had changed colour at this point, but thankfully no one was around to notice.

Once M made it to the opened cell door, she stood in between the door and the lock, with one hand holding onto either side. Whilst standing there, M was listening for anyone; anyone who would try and stop her and Lady Jane. M only stood there for about a minute before she realized Lady Jane was not home and no one was coming to try and stop her. With that, M darted to the nearest cell wall on her right and started to make her way out.

After what seemed like hours to M, was only maybe 10 total, M was standing outside Lady Jane's house. M had come out the front door and now with enough strength to stand without support, looked around at all the people rushing back and forth across the streets. M was rather surprised at all the people rushing about, due to it being dark out, even with the few street lights, but M did not care for she found what she wanted and started to follow it. M followed what she was after, into a dark alleyway and she used the dark to his. What she was after was a young man, no older than 20 and he thought it a good idea to tell, "Whoever's there, I'm armed. I will not hesitate to..."

He was city off, for M had grabbed him by his neck and she was holding him up about 5 feet from the ground. The man was visibly terrified and looking into M's pitch black eyes did not help. M, rather maliciously said, "As if you could hurt me."

The man was struggling to breath, but M did not care not show any mercy as she pulled his neck to her mouth and bit into it. Then all of a sudden, Lady Jane ripped M off, the now dead man, and threw her onto the stone ground. M tried to back up, while still on the ground, but she was stopped by other order members. As Lady Jane bent down on the left of M, M, in her British accent said, "How quant? You think..."

M was cut of due to Lady Jane slapping her in the face. M turned to look Lady Jane in the eye and in her American accent said, "You think I care about how much I just took?"

M didn't say another word for an order member had knocked her out. Lady Jane gently laid M back on the ground and whispered, "What have I done? I'm so sorry."