((Credit to: OverTheLoveOfYou))
"Are you alright?"
Artemia stared blankly into space. She had been attacked by a vampire. And was now held captive in her own estate. That didn't bother her however. Was bothered her was the fact that at any given time, one of these vampires could try to harm her.
It took her seconds to realize that Angelina had asked her a question. "I'm...I-I..." She lowered her head, scratching and digging into her scalp with her hands. A faint whimper escaped her. Angelina narrowed her eyes, but not because of her. "What did he do to her?" She asked Undertaker, who was standing beside Artemia, his hand lightly touching her back.
"Tried to take her out. He assumed she was a slayer...His anger could not see she was defenseless..." He explained, gently rubbing her back. Artemia snapped her head up. "I had my pepper spray..." She mumbled to herself.
A snicker escaped him. "It would have had very little affect. Unless you were to spray a fledglin'...However, it was clever you managed to hit Grell in such a delicate area."
She didn't respond, not in the mood for being praised. She just wanted to now what exactly was happening with her life...
Angelina then examined her arms, seeing that the wounds had healed nicely. And no scaring was left. "Wonderful..." She then moved the collar of her shirt aside, making sure she was absolutely fine. She took notice of her arms again however, seeing how red they were from Grell gripping her. "She's going to be sore later...But thats about it." She explained, like Artemia wasn't even in the room.
"About her memory...Are you sure William wasn't tired or weakened? Perhaps he made a mistake?" She asked. Undertaker peered down at her, trying for himself. Artemia suddenly shook her head like a wet cat, feeling a bit off. Like an invisible vice was pressed to her head.
"She's immune. Not even I can penetrate her mind." He said with a curious grin. Artemia then glared. "Can one of you tell me what exactly is going to happen now?" She asked. Forget what just happened. She wanted to know her fate.
"You are to remain here, at the estate. Until the family deems you trustworthy to hold this secret." He then cocked his head. "You are a curious creature. A human with a mental block so strong...How intriguin'..."
"Indeed, you are a mystery." Agreed Angelina. Artemia swallowed nervously. She didn't like where this was going. "Okaaaay then. Can someone at least bring me my stuff from my house so I don't freak the fuck out while being here?" She asked, her hands up in the air.
"Already bein' taken care of m'dear." Said Undertaker. Artemia cocked an eyebrow. "-Scuse me?" She asked. Undertaker grinned. "William and Sebastian are fetchin' your things." He confirmed. Artemia swallowed nervously again. They were quick...
"I will appoint myself your guardian. So theirs no risk of you gettin' into trouble here luv." He said with a mischievous grin. Artemia didn't know how to respond to that. A male she fancied earlier was now her guardian. Oh joy.
This would be such a killjoy.
He soon took her arm. His hand cold and rock solid. "I'll show you to your room, where you'll live for the time being." She suddenly flinched her arm away. "God damn, why is your skin so fucking cold?!" She squeaked out. Forget her manners, she was being held captive.
Angelina looked amused. "Vampire's can control their circulatory system...To control our body temperature. Right now our body's are relaxed, and our hearts pump slower then humans. Only twenty beats a minute." She explained with ease. Artemia raised her brows. Now she was growing curious.
"Do you ever get sick?" She asked.
"No. We also don't carry diseases so we can have intercourse safely..." She said bluntly, earning a sweatdrop from Artemia. That was a little too much information...Angelina was really perverted...
"I have several dumb questions to ask. Do you drink blood?" She asked.
"Human blood? No. Only our own kind. Rarely do we drink the blood of a human. Only if we are alone and weakened. So that, you don't have to worry about. We stopped drinking human blood over 500 years ago. There was just no reason to do it." She explained.
Artemia was stunned. That...actually helped her relax a lot more. "Okay...Special powers?" She asked. Madam Red laughed softly. "We're all unique in that. But our normal powers Is memory wiping, strength, hypnotism, Defying gravity, venom, Pheromones, seduction."
"Poofin'..." Interrupted Undertaker, thank goodness.
"...Poofing?" Blinked Artemia.
"The ability to disappear and reappear the next. Any where in the world. Depending on the maturity of the vampire." Explained Angelina.
Artemia heard a noise and turned to her left but noticed Undertaker wasn't there. When she faced in front of her, Undertaker suddenly appeared in front of her in a mist of darkness. "Poof." He said with a grin. Artemia squeaked. "Holy crap..." That was some Harry Potter shit right there.
There was no way she could escape knowing this. He could easily find her with his abilities...She was fucked.
"W-where do you bite usually?" She asked, earning a raised eyebrow from Angelina. "Not the neck, thats for sure...The neck thing was from Stoker. Humans tend to nip their loved one during love making so he added that into it." She said, rolling her eyes.
"Yeah...Arteries being in the neck and s-such..." She remembered. So Grell was intending to kill her. That wasn't comforting at all. She felt light headed from the over stimulation. She found it hard to breathe.
"You're freaking out. You should go relax in your room." She said worriedly. She didn't want her to-
Before she could even finish that thought, Artemia swayed, her eyes fluttering almost shut. Undertaker steadied her. "Shes going to go into shock..." Angelina said with worry. Undertaker quickly scooped her into his arms. "Alright then, 'nough chattin'..." He said gently, carrying her out of the room.
Artemis blinked and looked up at him, rather surprised. "I'm alright..." She mumbled. He laughed softly. "Just relax. You got quite the surprise today. You are taking it better then others my dear." She avoided his stare, staring at the ground as he walked. "Do...I weigh much to you?" She asked him.
"You weigh nothin' to me. I have never felt anythin' heavy in my arms before. Unless you count a side of the house..." He gave a soft giggle. Artemia looked surprised. "Then...How do you know how much strength to apply?" She asked.
"We are taught as fledgelin's...And it's also instinctual." He answered, continuing to walk. She stared at the paintings on the wall as he walked passed them. She was growing concerned. "You're not like...Gonna chain me up are you?"
He tried to stifle a giggle. But sadly a snort escaped him. "Do you want me to?" He asked, grinning at his perverse comment. Artemia raised her eyebrows. "No thank you...U-uh...I thought you would take extreme measures or something."
"I'm not so cruel. Only to those I dislike." He said simply, walking up a flight of stairs. Artemia stared at him. "Were you turned into a vampire?"
He smiled at that. "I was born a vampire. We stop agin' when the body deems itself beautiful and perfect." He said, coming to a door. His finger twitched and the door knob turned and clicked. He then pushed into the room. Artemia was surprised at his supernatural abilities.
She was also surprised by the room. It was Victorian styled. And incredibly beautiful. Red draps hung over the bed. It was comfortable looking. The bed's sheets were satin and silk. They lived in style it seemed... There was even a bathroom.
"Beautiful..." She mumbled. He carried her to the bed and gently set her down on the soft mattress. "This will be your room for now. You're items will arrive soon." He said with promise.
"A-alright...Am I allowed to go anywhere at all?" She asked, finding herself swallowing nervously. He tilted his head. "You are not allowed to go anywhere far unless I accompany you...Don't let me catch you wanderin' alone. The other vampires may not be as kind as I will be..." He replied, his voice barely breaking the silence. There was a warning in there. An eerie warning...
"I won't..." She said nervously. He chuckled softly. "Nobody will harm you now that I have announced I'm your guardian...Just take it easy...Too much is on your mind..." He whispered, his voice like silk. Artemia blinked, before shaking her head. "I'm fine." She mumbled.
"Of course you are." He said with a coy smile. Artemia shook her head again. "You're doing something, stop. I can feel it." She pleaded. He still had that coy smile. "Interestin'...You're sensitive to our powers..."
"Feels like a vice on my head. I just shake my head and it goes away." She explained, curling her legs into her chest, her shoulders arching. She wanted to hide from the world.
"Do you want some peace?" He asked her. Artemia was thankful for how kind he was being. But she was still afraid. "I still got some questions..." She mumbled.
"Don't be afraid to ask me. Time has no meanin' to me." He said as he took a seat on the couch, grossing his legs. Thick black strapped boots showing.
"How old are you?" She asked, her head was still down. Undertaker tilted his head up at the ceiling. "About...Lets see here...Two thousand years old I'm assumin'..."
Artemia was frozen. He had to be joking. He lived for that long and he was still goofy and kind? She thought madness would have consumed them. "Thats incredible...You look so young..." She complimented.
"How old did you think I was?" He asked, a grin on his face. Artemia lifted her head slightly. "You look about...thirty...Maybe younger."
"I was three hundred years old when I stayed this age...This is as beautiful as I will ever get." He told her. He then sat up. "Do I look appealin' to you?" He asked with a coy smile. Artemia hid her face again. She didn't know how to respond. He gave a giggle, knowing her answer. "Now, you rest up. Then I shall show you more of the house. Just simply call for me..." He whispered, before exiting the room. She heard the doorknob click.
Artemia watched him leave, feeling shaky still. She got out of her bed, walking to her door. She attempted to turn the handle but it was locked. The door was made to lock on the outside...
"...Well...Fuck..." She mumbled, scratching her head. They were serious.
She had to sleep. She had no choice which sucked. She walked over to the bed, looking around. It was clean...Sebastian cleaned everything in the estate it seemed. Not a single dust speck anywhere. "Someones OCD..." She mumbled, climbing into bed.
It took her a while to finally go to sleep. Being in a new place under house arrest wasn't exactly easing her. But once she was out, she couldn't wake. She was stressed and needed plenty of energy.
…/\/\/\...
"How long until you deem her trustworthy?" William asked Undertaker, who was relaxing on the couch in the library. Undertaker slowly tilted his head. "Until you all do. I already trust her. I have seen her mind. She would do us no harm...She might break at some point...But shes stronger then her father..."
"I can still smell her blood, why is that?" He asked, suddenly suspicious. Undertaker grinned, pulling out the blood stained handkerchief from before. "A lovely smell, is it not?" He asked, teasing him. William rolled his eyes. But there was a burning hunger in his throat. They would need to feed soon.
"How long have we been alone, William? Been forever...Skulkin' in darkness..." William did not answer, obviously confused with his manner of speaking. Undertaker would sometimes talk about things nobody understood. "We've never been alone, Undertaker. We've always stayed together."
"Come now, think outside the box. It's always been just us. Isn't it about time for more additions to the family?" He asked boredly, his fingers brushing over the handkerchief. He then brought his fingers to his lips, slowly licking them.
"You mean...Seek out mates? There isn't many of us left...There's only a few females." He said with a raised eyebrow. Undertaker smirked. "I wonder what it's like with your brains, must be so borin'...Again you never think outside the box..." He then brought the handkerchief to his nose, breathing in the sweet scent of Artemia's blood.
"You're starving. You should feed." William said worriedly. Undertaker smiled coyly. "Bein' as old as me doesn't require much blood William, you know that." His mouth brushed against the fabric of the handkerchief, his tongue delicately brushing over the blood stain. His fringe parted, and a pair of glowing yellow eyes stared into the darkness.
Her blood was tantalizingly good...More flavorful then a banquet of sweets...
William narrowed his eyes. It had been almost forty years since he last fed. Undertaker was certainly old. But vampires needed plasma to function and survive. He was to the point where he would possibly go into hibernation if he didn't feed. Or starve...
"I'll have Sebastian offer himself." He said, adjusting his glasses. William had not fed himself for a while so he would have been too weak. Undertaker simply glanced at him with one yellow eye before continuing to drown himself in Artemia's scent.
Yes, Artemia was certainly special.
…/\/\/\...
Artemia soon awoke from her sleep. She flinched as she felt pain in her arms. She blinked a few times, trying to focus her vision. Her eyes drifted down to her arms, shocked by the serious amount of bruising...
Grell was incredibly strong...She was nothing compared to their sheer power... Artemia brought her legs into her chest on reflex. She was growing more and more afraid.
She sat up in bed, before getting up and walking to the window. It could be opened... She peered down below. That was a hell of a drop though...
So, all she had to do was say his name to call him?
"Undertaker?" She mumbled.
A sudden sound and he was right behind her, breathing hot air down her neck. "Boo."
Artemia squeaked and moved back. Her hands up as a shield. "FUCK ME, JESUS!" She felt like shitting herself. He was so quick. He laughed deeply, seeming amused. "Did you have a good nap?" He asked. She nodded stiffly. "Do you need somethin'?" He tilted his head.
Artemia soon caught her breath and lowered her arms to her sides. "I wanted to go for a walk..." She swallowed nervously. He chuckled. "As you wish. Come along." He cooed, going to the door and lifting a finger, the doorknob clicked and turned, before opening.
"How do you do that?" She asked. He shrugged, "Our powers are unique...This is simply one of mine..."
She sighed softly, following after him. "Where will we go?" She asked him. He shrugged his shoulders. "The armory...You need to see some of our history..." He said, going down the stairs. Artemia perked. She was always interested in history.
She followed after him, a small smile on her face. At least she was out of her room. And Undertaker was most interesting to be around so it was even better...
"I want to know more. I can't contain my curiosity." She said with a soft laugh. Undertaker smirked. "Such is a human, always curious."
Artemia blinked. "It's not really a human emotion. Other animals have it to, even you." She pouted. He just smirked more. "Not as much as a human. Humans do so much to find the answer to everythin', like their lives depend on it."
Artemia couldn't respond to that. He was correct. Humans were stubborn. "So...You have no trace of human in you at all? You're a different species all together?" She asked.
"Indeed. Luv. However, we are able to procreate with humans if there are no female vampires to mate with. So theirs no risk of us dyin' out..." He said, a glowing eye glancing back at her. She froze up and tensed. "What was that?" She asked.
"Our eyes glow from time to time...My family has the green eyes. So you can guess who I'm related to." He giggled, his boots clacking on the hardwood floor.
"Oh... So you're related to Grell, Will and Ronald?" She was surprised. But also not. It made sense however.
"Yes I am. I am the oldest. Can you guess how I am related?" He asked, pausing in his walk to stare at her, his eyes were hidden again.
"...Well...Definitely not their brother...Or dad." She snickered. He smiled coyly, looking amused.
"Their uncle?" She asked.
"How interestin'...You are talented..." He said with a crooked smile. Artemia blinked. "I was right? You're their uncle?" She asked.
"Indeed...They call me the old man..." He said, continuing his walk. Artemia was trying to keep up. So perhaps that was why they feared him because he was the oldest and more experienced. "Is Sebastian related?" She asked.
He shook his head. "Sebastian is the last of his family. He is family however. He is Ciel's god father. Ciel had been captured by slayers over A hundred years ago. Sebastian Was a good friend of Ciel's father Vincent...He managed to find Ciel and rescue him. However, Ciel's family were burnt to death...Only his aunt survived, Angelina."
Artemia looked horrified. "Oh my god..." She mumbled, feeling sickened. So they had enemies. And were hunted. Thats why the needed to stay here. For protection. They needed to keep this place a secret...
"Things have died down however...No slayer has stepped foot into our domain since that time. They are believed to have died out a long time ago..." He said, stopping down a hallway. There were statues of armor lined up against the wall. Artemia walked over, staring at the detail, the color, the sharpness.
"Over five hundreds years ago we wore these clunky things. Quite a different look from today...Now we wear bulletproof armor..." He chuckled softly, his hand fondly caressed a silver type or armor. "Be careful touchin' them. They are sharp still after all this time."
"Certainly was different back then..." She mumbled, marveling at them. Her hand reached up and gently felt the armor. She perked as she heard footsteps.
William, Grell and Ronald entered the hallway. They eyed Artemia wearily, still not trusting her. Grell was glaring daggers at her while Ronald was day dreaming like usual.
Undertaker tilted his head. "I was showing out dear guest some of our history. And she'll possibly join us for dinner tonight if you'll all allow it." He said.
Artemia was startled. What did he mean by dinner? Did they eat normal human food? A twinge of slight pain in her finger and she pulled away. She examined her finger, a single drop of blood oozed from her broken skin. The armor had cut her...
The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She slowly turned her head, seeing Grell and Ronald staring at her with hungry glowing eyes. They could smell her blood and it was strong. Ronald and Grell had not fed for a while. And now that her blood was out for all to smell, it was feeding time.
Undertaker stared at them both, his eyes glowing as well. He knew what would happen if they tried anything. They didn't feed like they were supposed to...None of them fed...This was going to be a costly mistake.
Ronald was the first to lunge at Artemia. With her quick thinking, she ducked down and covered her head. Undertaker was on Ronald in an instant, throwing him against the wall and pinning him there with a single hand. The wall cracked under his strength. Grell didn't try to attempt it now. Now that Undertaker was pissed. Grell's eyes cleared along with Ronald's. There was a long pause.
Undertaker's fangs were bared for all to see. And they were long and sharp. He looked...demonic almost. And starving... His pupils were wide, his basic instinct had taken over. He suddenly hissed and sunk his teeth into Ronald's shoulder, piercing his flesh. He yelped out like a beaten puppy. Artemia felt her blood run cold. This wasn't happening...
Undertaker's eyes were glowing a dark red, which was rather unusual since they were always yellow. Artemia stood up, eyes widening. Was this punishment or feeding? Had to be both.
"S-Stop...Undertaker stop!" She squeaked in a shaky voice, earning a sideways glance from him, a glowing eye acknowledging her presence. But he still continued to feed.
"Hes unable to stop. He has insatiable hunger. He has not fed in almost forty years. He may feed from all of us tonight." William explained. Grell was looking nervous, knowing he was probably next.
"He...was without blood for that long?" She asked, watching Ronald's face look less pained. Undertaker wasn't biting as hard. His fangs were huge compared to the others. He had fangs on the bottom teeth as well...
"He's old, almost as old as Sebastian. Older vampires don't need as much blood..." William sighed. Artemia watched with sick fascination. It wasn't bloody, it wasn't gorey. He looked like a baby suckling from it's mother now. He kept glancing at her. Artemia blinked. Was he...Imagining it was her he was feeding from?
"What if he fed from me?" She suddenly asked, earning wide eyed looks from everyone, even Ronald. Undertaker slightly paused, before biting Ronald harder. "N-Not a good idea." Ronald squeaked out.
Artemia remembered Angelina saying human blood would only bide some time. It wouldn't satisfy them...
He continued to feed, his glowing eye now staring at her. It would be a while before he would finish. Vampires never finished quick like in movies.
She didn't think this would happen. It was her damn fault for not paying attention and cutting her finger. This was her punishment. Now all of them were going to hate her.
Undertaker suddenly pulled away, his eyes returning to the yellow shimmer. Ronald sighed in relief, thank god it was over... Undertaker snapped his head to look at her. Artemia tensed, feeling a bit like prey with him staring at her like that...
To her surprise, he dashed passed her, roughly pinning Grell to the wall. He squeaked out, eyes flinching open as Undertaker sunk his teeth into his arm. It wasn't friendly when they fed, or erotic. William was right. He would feed on all of them...
"It's best to not draw attention to yourself while he feeds. He's intent on feeding." A voice said, Artemia perked, seeing Sebastian standing there. Vampires were so...Weird.
"Best not to walk away or even run either." Sebastian said. Atemia had no intention of leaving. She was too afraid. First it went from vampires trying to eat her, to Undertaker suddenly feasting on his family.
This family was fucked up...
Grell was growing irritated, but dare not move. He didn't wish for Undertaker to feed on him. He prefer only William to feed on him. Undertaker suddenly bit down harder, earning a growl from Grell. Undertaker simply growled back, his fangs seeming to grow longer. They sounded like angry lions when they growled.
"...So vicious..." She said nervously. William nodded. "He'll calm down soon. It's not usually like this unless you're starving." He said. Artemia suddenly felt pity for Undertaker. Why did he not eat for so long? And why was he STILL looking at her while feeding?
Artemia was suddenly worried. What if he couldn't control himself? What if, during her sleep, he came in and tried to attack her? He could easily snap her in half. The many ways of how he could kill her were running though her mind. She tensed.
She needed to get out of here, tonight possibly. Just run, run wherever her legs would take her. She was scared shitless now.
Undertaker soon pulled away from Grell, before growling and rushing at Sebastian, knocking him to the floor and sinking his fangs into his shoulder. Sebastian didn't even wince. He looked annoyed however. Grell was struggling to get up. He had been drained like Ronald.
How could one vampire drink so much? How special was Undertaker? How strong was he? What made him so feared? He was downright terrifying now. Was this was they feared him so much?
He soon stopped sucking, and leaped away from Sebastian. He stood still for a few seconds. Artemia watched him, wondering if he was full.
In a blink of an eye, Artemia was laying on the floor, Undertaker pinning her there, hovering over her. Artemia didn't have time to scream. The four males weren't even trying to rescue her, they were just staring.
Artemia's wide eyes stared into his glowing ones. Was she going to die?
He suddenly lowered his head, rubbing his cheek against hers. Artemia sweatdropped. But she was surprised as she heard a purring sound coming from him. Was he...cuddling her? His hands were no longer pinning her down, but were gripping her shoulders. He kept nuzzling her, Artemia kept flinching her head away. "I-Is this normal?" She squeaked.
"Pretty much...When we're full we cling to a female or whoever we're bonded with. I suppose it's deeply rooted from being a fledgling." Sebastian said tiredly.
Artemia went quiet as he rested his cheek on her collar bone. She was nervous. She was paranoid he would bite. But she couldn't help think he was vulnerable in this strange trance he was in. A little...cute.
"Funniest shit I've seen all week. Never seen him like this." Ronald mumbled, standing up. Artemia was surprised. He wasn't like that usually? So it was new for him to cuddle a female after feeding? Was it because he had not fed in so long?
When she looked up again, she was surprised to find it was just her and Undertaker now. Why did they leave?! Great, they left her alone with a cuddly vampire that could rip her throat out. Assholes!
Well fuck.
His purring didn't diminish. In fact it turned deeper. He remained still however, still nuzzled below her neck. Artemia sighed softly. "What the hell am I going to do with you..." She mumbled softly.
He suddenly sniffed, his nose twitching. Artemia tensed. He wasn't...
He sniffed again, his head moving towards her hand. Her eyes went wide. The cut... Oh shit...
She gave a gasp as he grabbed her hand. It wasn't rough. Just startling. She was trembling now. "D-Don't. Undertaker...D-don't..." She was scared now. He was still hungry?
He nuzzled her hand, the purr was louder now. Artemia blinked at how gentle he was being. She was expecting him to break her neck or her arm. His lips were brushing her skin. And Artemia felt a strange euphoric feeling rush through her body. He was doing something.
He soon found the cut. His eyes were barely open. She was pleading in her head he wouldn't go into a frenzy. That he wouldn't hurt or kill her once he tasted her blood.
Her eyes suddenly widened as he pulled her finger into his mouth. His tongue was rubbing against her finger. He felt his taste buds explode as he tasted her. He let out a sigh. Artemia tensed, feeling the oddest sensation rush through from her finger to her body. He was drawing out her blood. Just through the little cut. She twitched slightly, feeling her hand going numb.
She took an intake of breath. She was struggling to speak. Undertaker could feel her heartbeat though her finger. The taste of her life force was exquisite. He drew it out more, his mind wandering. He was swallowing it, taking it into him. Soft audible gulps were heard. She was nursing him.
"S-Stop..." She pleaded. Though her mind was becoming clouded. She wasn't dying. Far from it. But something was arousing her. He had caused something in her. She was pushing herself harder to speak. If she didn't say something now, she was fucked.
"S-Stop...STOP! FUCKING STOP!" She screamed, ripping her finger away from his grasp. He was frozen, as though unsure of her rejection. Artemia squeezed her fingers, trying to get feeling back into them. They were numb. She soon shoved him off her.
"G-Get off me. Don't touch me!" She squeaked, getting up and stumbling a little. He stared at her, those insane glowing eyes staring...
She rushed back to her room, not looking back. She didn't want to look at him. That was perverse, it was strange. It was frightening. She made it to her room in under 2 minutes, since she was running to get away. She quickly locked herself in the bathroom, rushing to wash the cut. She felt sickened. The bleeding had stopped.
She had to get out of here. It wasn't safe. Undertaker drank from her. He was starving it seemed. She had to come up with a plan...Her eyes narrowed.
She opened her bathroom door, eying the sheets on the bed, then the window. This was going to be a very dumb idea, but it would work.
.../\/\/\...
Ronald and Grell were terrified as Undertaker entered the library. They were trying to evade him, but try as they might, they were no match for his skill. He soon had then pinned to a wall with his hands pressing their faces in.
"If I catch you doin' such a thing to our guest again, you'll be worse off then now." He warned them, his body giving off that intense power. The walls cracked under his strength. This was the side of Undertaker only they knew about. The two were squeaking in pain. It was vicious. It was cruel. But they were fledglings and had to learn their place. Even if Undertaker had to beat them nearly half to death.
"STAHP WE WONT DO ET AGAN!" Screamed out Ronald, his voice was muffled.
"I'll make sure of that, nephew..." He grinned wide, his fangs gleaming.
Several shrieks and terrified screams were heard in the library.
.../\/\/\..
Once Artemia was finished tying the sheets, she threw them out the window. The other end tied to the bedpost. It was like escaping from prison...Only your inmates were hungry fucking vampires.
She quietly leaned over and began to climb down, her eyes looking around for any sign of them. She was scared shitless. Her heart was racing. What if she got caught? He was powerful. He could appear at any moment...She bit her lip, shimming down the rope. It felt like forever. The ground seemed far away still. Her arms were getting tired. She had to keep moving. She was stubborn.
She eventually felt the ground beneath her feet. She slowly let go of the rope. She was in the garden...She looked around, before slowly making her way around the mansion. She couldn't believe she was doing this. But maybe she would make it out...
She looked up at the sky, ironically it was almost a full moon out. And very dark and cloudy...She wondered where she would go after she got out. She didn't know. Hopefully her car was still parked up front...It was starting to rain.
She was glad it was raining. it was a stroke of good luck. The rain would drown out the car turning on. Her eyes narrowed. she could see the gates. She kept ducking whenever she saw a window close by. She had to stay hidden..
She made it to the gates, quickly unlocking it with her keys hiding in her pockets. God she was so fucking close she felt like throwing up. She slowly pushed the gate open and rushed to her car, her feet splattering water as she ran down the steps.
She was soon up against the door of the car. She quickly unlocked it, getting her wet ass inside. So close, so close. She jammed her key in and turned it, the car turning on. The radio playing music. But she soon paused. Something didn't...Feel quite right. Oh no no no no no...
Slowly, she lifted her head, her hazel eyes snapping to the rear view mirror.
He was there. Undertaker was sitting there, laying back in the backseat, a grin on his face. Arms behind his head like he was relaxing. His eyes glowing intensely. "Where you off to?" He asked, his voice was deep and condescending. Yet amused.
Oh, fuck me.