Chapter 2
I awake slowly, expecting the cold white room I have grown accustomed to, but the room that greets me is warm and colorful. I attempt to jump to my feet, ready for a fight, but an invisible force restrains me. After a moment of panic I take a deep breath, and assess my surroundings. The only item in the room with any reminiscence of a hospital is the bed I am forced to lie on, and unlike my cell, there is a door. An armchair faces away from me towards a large fireplace. The sight sends me a warm memory of the goddess Hestia, who cared for the hearth on Olympus, but then I remember that Olympus is in ruins, and the gods sit in various prisons across what was North America. After a moment's consideration I decided that yelling couldn't possibly hurt. "HEY! YOU CAN'T KEEP ME HERE FOREVER YOU KNOW!" I shouted. I had barely paused for a breath when I realized the armchair was not empty at all.
"Actually I can." A man stood up. He was short, with mid length blond hair, and a sneer to match the evil looking eyes that pierced right through me.
"Who are you? Where am I?" I asked angrily.
"I am Sandbrook Snow, and as to your second question, you will have no need of that information." His sneer reached nearly to his ears, and I noticed for the first time the bloodstains on his teeth.
"Well then Mr. Vampire, what are you going to do, suck my blood then not brush your teeth?" I gave a little sneer of my own, and watched with satisfactory as his shrunk drastically.
"You do not want me as your enemy son of Hades." He snapped.
"Do you really think I care? You're the one keeping me locked up!" I retorted. We stared at each other for a moment, then he spun around, slamming the door as he left.