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Chapter 5

She woke up with a massive headache and realized she was sitting in a hard chair with her hands handcuffed behind her and her feet to the legs. The room was empty as far as she could tell, and darker then she thought possible. There were three vampires in front of her wearing ski masks one was unbelievingly short, no more than five feet and the other two were more average height. The small one was shining a light in her face making her squint.

"Very original," She mutters, and received a hard slap in the face. She realized they had somehow managed to remove her mask. "What do you want?" She asked angrily.

"Oh we heard you know Haydn." The small one says, sickly sweet. Marisia swore.

"That freaking stalker vampire!" The vampire's eyes appears to widen.

"You're not friends with him?" She asks astonished.

"Friends, I'd be happy if he fell off a cliff! He's been stalking me for weeks! If you're trying to get back at him for something, it won't help if you use me." She said incredulous.

"Well you may feel that way but I know he feels differently, and you need to be out of the picture. He hasn't told you anything?" She sounds completely confused. Marisia's mind is flooded with thoughts. Oh my gosh their going to kill me! All because of that idiot stalker Haydn! They cannot be talking about what he told me. That was a total lie! Right? She began to freak out; in her mind she wouldn't let them see her getting upset.

"What did you do with Calvin?" She asks more calmly.

"The blond freak? We just left him there. He'll be fine." The small one says with an indifferent shrug. She sighs in relief, again mentally.

"So what are you going to with me?"

"Kill you of course. Haydn should have left you alone."

"Why me? Why not one of his friends! I hardly know him!"

"You may hardly know him, but he's known you for a long time." Again with the cryptic riddle crap!

"That doesn't make any sense! I'm only sixteen!"

"He must have told you. You've had several lives, and he's been with you for every one of them," She turned to one of the taller ones. "Is it possible she is the wrong one?"

"No," the tallest replied in a deep gruff voice. "She said it was her, and he's been following her everywhere."

"How long are you going to keep me here?" The small one, who appeared in charge, looked back at her.

"Until he gets here," She gave a feral grin beneath the ski mask. "We'll kill you right in front of him." Marisia fought back the urge to scream.

"Great, and what if he stops you?"

"We'll kill him too." She said nonchalantly with a shrug. The biggest one slapped her hard.

"No she said he must live." The small one tried to jump on him, snarling but the other one pulled her back and out of the room. As they all left the little one was kicking and screaming.

"But she'll just come back! She won't come back if he's dead!" She protested thrashing wildly in his arms. They disappeared into the blackness, taking the light with them and leaving Marisia in complete and total darkness.

"Crap!" She said to herself, now that she was alone she allowed herself to freak out. She moved her hands back and forth trying to free herself from the handcuffs evil clutches. But it was useless, even if she freed her hands her ankles were still handcuffed to the legs of the chair.

She slumped back in defeat. She could die any minute; they could walk in any second with him and kill her. Considering the fact they were vampires she had a feeling it wouldn't be pleasant. After a couple hours, minutes, it was impossible to tell, she dozed off into a fitful sleep.

She was awakened by a hard, painful slap in the face, apparently their favorite form of torture. The small vampire was alone and was giving her a frightening glare. "What?" She asked crossly. "Can't I even take a nap before you kill me?" She was rewarded with another slap, even harder this time making her teeth rattle.

"You don't seem so fierce to me, we captured you easy enough." The vampire scoffed.

"Well that's because there were about twenty of you and only one of me!"

"You didn't fight very hard."

"You had two giants holding me down! I still managed to kill a few. When is Haydn supposed to get here anyway?" She was rambling now, jumping from topic to topic. The vampire shrugged.

"Any time, could be minutes or days. I don't think we should wait though," She stepped closer. "If I could, I'd kill you right now. But they'd kill me. So I'll just have to wait."

"Can I at least get something to eat?" Marisia asked, not bothering to respond to that chilling comment. Plus she was starving she hadn't eaten since Wendy's last (night?). The vampire appeared confused for a minute. Marisia rolls her eyes. "You know food?"

"Oh I forgot about that. No, you can't you need to be too weak to run," She gives a cruel smile. "See you later." She gives a little wave and melts into the darkness.

Marisia struggles again, and succeeds only in tipping her chair over. She has to lie like that for hours till they come back and finally get over their laughter. She just hopes Haydn will hurry up either he would save her when he arrived or she would die, but at least it would be over.

She drifts in and out of sleep. Awake when they came to threaten and mock her, and sleeping when they leave. She knows it has been several days, and if they don't kill her soon, she will die of starvation.

"Guess what?" The little vampire asks her happily one day, after slapping her awake.

"What?" She mutters

"Haydn's coming." Marisia is immediately alert.

"When?" She starts to feel hopeful, but realizes she could just be lying.

"Two days!" The vampire says triumphantly.

"Two days?" She says in dismay, she doesn't know if she can live through two more days of this.

"Yes two more days and we're done with you!"

"How long have I been here?" The vampire thinks a moment.

"Five or six days." Five or six days! I didn't think it was more than three!

"Why did you come back?"

"To tell you, make you even more unhappy. You don't look so good." She says looking more closely.

"No really, I just haven't eaten any food in almost a week!" Even in a situation as bad as this one she can't help the sarcasm. They had given her water, but nothing else. The only time she was allowed out of the chair was to go to the bathroom, and she was blindfolded and surrounded by vampires at least then she managed to get some water from the faucet. The vampire seems surprised, probably because she hadn't thought about food for a couple hundred years.

"Will you die?" She sounds curious, not concerned.

"Of course I will! "

"Oh, I hope you don't before Haydn gets here, it won't be any fun." She actually pouts.

"Just get out," Marisia says in disgust. The vampire scowls but complies. She struggles again, but it's useless. "I'm going to die," Marisia whispers in disbelief. "I'm sixteen and I'm going to die." Please God get me out of this! She prays desperately. I know I never really pray or go to church but get me out of this and I promise I will! I'll try my best to be good, but please God please get me out of this!

She doubts He will listen. She has never been very religious had in fact found it hard to believe a God could exist that would let her parents be killed and leave her orphaned. Why should he listen to her? She isn't especially good, she doesn't even know if He would approve of her getting vengeance on all of the vampires, so why would He listen to her when there was most likely plenty of good little Christians who would probably faint if they did what she did on a daily basis praying right now.

She begins to do something she almost never allows herself to do cry, throughout this whole ordeal she has never shed a tear, but now they are streaming silently down her face. She was going to die, and what had she even done with her life? Oh sure she had rid the world of a few vampires but that was it. No one would remember her. She continues crying until, exhausted, she falls into a fitful sleep.

There was a light shining in her eyes. Marisia moans and turns away. She is so exhausted she would just sleep a little more.

"Marisia!" A frantic voice whispers. "Marisia please get up!"

"What do you want?" She asks irritated. "Is that jerk Haydn finally here? Or are you just going to kill me already?" The voice chuckles.

"Even half dead and captured you still manage to be angry." Marisia focuses on the face of the voice and is surprised, and not, to see Haydn.

"Finally you get here! This is your fault! Apparently since I know you they decided to kidnap, torture, and kill me!" He looks very sad.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen. Come on let's get you out of here." He goes around behind the chair to take off the handcuffs. Suddenly before she can even blink, the small vampire appears. Haydn looks up, but before he can do anything, the two vampire brick walls that captured her grab him, along with the little ones accomplices. "Marisia!" He shouts, fighting as hard as he can, but accomplishing little.

The small vampire pulls out a gun, apparently there was no time to conduct a long painful death for Haydn to view they were going for quick, simple, and efficient. Marisia braces herself for the end, hoping it will be over fast and won't hurt that much.

"No!" Haydn cries. The small vampire grins maliciously and fires. Pain explodes in her side. She gasps in pain and almost screams from the burning agony. She fires again hitting her stomach and this time she does scream. It is unbearable, she blacks out for a moment.

When she wakes up all of the vampires except Haydn are dead around her. So it wasn't a dream. I'm shot and dying. She thinks dazed. She doesn't really hurt anymore, she's just numb, and growing sleepy and dizzy. Haydn just keeps saying,

"No, no, no!" Over and over. She realizes he had taken or rather ripped off the handcuffs, was clutching her hands and seemed to be praying.

"Oh shut up," She murmurs. "I'm trying to sleep." He was coming in and out of focus, her vision is blurry and it feels like she's floating. Haydn looks up at her the ghost of his old smile on his face.

"You can still hate me even when you've been shot twice, it simply amazes me. I'm getting you out of here," He assures her. "You might want to go back to sleep, this is going to hurt." He picks her up and she shrieks as wave of pure agony hit her, and then she once again passes out.

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