"Get out."

Russell Edgington laughed and took another step towards her. It was one of those moments Eva felt surreally detached from her feelings. She was flooded with confusion of why this man continued to pursue her, and that overcome any initial fear one would expect her to feel. Or maybe she'd just been in so many close scrapes and bad situations she was numbed from fear.

"Why are you here?"

"They say the one that gets away is the one that you never forget. I can't be bothered with thoughts of the blood left in your system after my little taster."

"Freak," Eva hissed randomly, taking another few nervous steps back. Emotion was starting to take hold now.

Russell Edgington froze, and Eva immediately knew he didn't take kindly to silly insults. His eyes narrowed and the smile got all the more malicious. The radio was a white noise in the background of Eva's fear now. She was sick to her stomach as she realised how her chances of survival were getting slimmer and slimmer each time.

"Go on, bite me," she snapped, her mouth detached from her brain. In a brash moment of madness she took a step towards him. Her heart was pounding against her rib cage and her breathing was growing shallow. Eva's palms were sweaty and shaky, but some strange strength came over her, and she stood proudly. She refused to cower or whimper. She would not beg this toying evil creature for mercy.

If I'm meant to live, I'll live, she told herself. Whatever happened to her, she had come to realise that her whole life had revolved around the moment she met her first vampire. Her life was unexciting and lonely up to now, a loneliness she'd never thought of as sad. Her solitude was always leading up to the big presence in her life the people she'd met recently would hold.

Whatever kind of life she obtained, it would be her life. She wouldn't kneel to these bastards.

"You are stupid," The King of Mississippi suddenly laughed. "But your gambling with your life makes you all the more delicious, and I rarely find women delicious."

"I'm flattered."

It all happened in a split second, which passed like the blink of an eye yet looking back, Eva could break it down moment for moment. Russell Edgington took a determined step forward and Eva refused to let herself take a nervous tentative step back, she refused to look weak. Maybe angered by this refusal to even waver at his threat, Russell snapped, and lurched forward. Eva threw herself away from him, landing against the chest of drawers.

As the King landed on her, she somehow found time in his superhuman speed of attack to grip the large ceramic lamp behind him, and bring it down crashing on his skull. It smashed into a million pieces, and the King howled with rage.

Despite her strong-willed attack, Eva was completely in his grip, and he viciously threw her across the room. Eva knocked the bedpost on her flight, and came crashing down on the large downy bed. Her knee ached incredibly where she'd hit the wooden post, and she gritted her teeth remembering what she'd survived before. Though pain endured does little to numb the pain a person feels.

Though she did become numb in one sense. She became numb to her situation and surrounding. The emotional turmoil took her to a different place maybe, but she hardly registered who it was when Russell appeared above her and sank his teeth into her chest.

She didn't hear herself scream, she heard a different otherworldly Eva scream. The detached voice cried in pain, and the blood of the detached person stained the cream bed sheets.

"Kill me," the voice grunted somewhere between wails.

"Gladly."

The torture continued, and with her conscious slipping in and out, Eva's screams subsided slightly. She lost the strength to vocalise her anguish, and just let out waves of gasps as her blood left her system.

A cold crept upon her, and her fingers that had been clawing at the King went limp. Her arms fell to her side, and the only warmth she felt was from the burning pain in her wounds and the hot tears rolling down her face.

The room was dim and dark to her, and suddenly a glimmer of light burst in through the door Russell had kicked shut behind him. Eric's skin seemed to glow in an ironically saintly way, but his face was demonic. Rage blazed across his expressions as he dove across the room. The king turned to defend himself, but Eric was way faster than he anticipated.

Eric threw him mercilessly against the wall and pounced on him like a cat. Eva opened her mouth weakly to try and say his name, but her body wouldn't permit her speech. It decided then not to permit her consciousness, and her world faded to a muddy darkness once more as Eric brought his fangs down on Russell Edgington's throat.

In her muddled mind, her last memorable thoughts were that she didn't wish death upon the King of Mississippi. Why? He'd been a brutal monster for reasons that escaped Eva, but she didn't want to become a heartless monster that took death lightly. She didn't want to forget her value for life. She was human after all.

Wasn't she?

Why did she attract this mix of evil and caring and curiosity in these creatures? She never envisioned this, never asked for this. She never knowledgably wanted this, did she?

Her humanity had been slipping from her as the days went by, and now she wanted to hold onto it. She didn't want to wish death or horror on anyone, vampire or human or whatever this wide world held for us. It was a wish stronger than anything she'd ever hoped for, and still she saw a brutal future ahead of her.

What future could she hold now though? She was undoubtedly dying.

In her heart she held a future; she knew it, like she knew the sun rose each morning.

What future does death hold?