The next day, all I could think about was him, and those sinister fangs. He could have bitten me. Will he kill me if I can't give him anything of use? I asked myself. I wondered if telling him what he wanted to hear would make things better or worse for me. I needed to think quickly. I didn't know if he would come back again tonight, but I decided to stick with the true story. I didn't think it would matter either way.
For hours I laid on the floor, thinking about all the possible outcomes of my situation. He could suck every drop of my blood out, he could torture me or, though the chances were almost nonexistent, he could let me go.
I didn't know if it was day or night, so I stayed away from the door. I wanted so bad to kick it open, but I wasn't that stupid. I looked at the door for a long time, thinking.
I finally got enough courage to slowly inch my way to the door. I put my hands on it and pressed my ear against it. I heard nothing on the other side, only the sound of my jagged breath. I stood up and pushed the door as hard as I could, while trying to make as little noise as possible. I was so frustrated that I accidently let out a scream.
I was silent for a minute, but heard nothing. "Shit!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, and then slid down the door until I was sitting, with my head in my hands. I didn't even realize that I had fallen asleep.
No one came in for what I assumed was another day. I was starving and my throat was so dry due to the lack of water. I still laid next to the door until I heard footsteps approaching my cell. I quickly crawled away from the door and watched as the door unlocked and swung open.
He entered with a woman, who I recognized was the same person who had checked my I.D. to get into the club. I noticed that their fangs were fully extended, and that they shined blood. I backed up into the corner and looked up at them. He looked different. His hair was now a lot shorter. He wore jeans again, but instead of a t-shirt, was wearing a dark blue workout jacket. I couldn't help but admire his beauty, despite everything that was going on. I hated myself for it.
"Well, Eric", said the woman, "I'll leave you two alone to chat." And with that, she left, shutting the door behind her.
I looked at him, liking that now I could put a name to the face. Eric. His fangs were still out, but the blood was gone now. Had they just killed someone? I tried not to think about it.
"Have you decided to confess to what you did", he asked, "or are you going to continue to be stubborn?" When he spoke, I think I stopped breathing for a few minutes, but then I regained some sense of what I was talking to.
I gathered all my strength to be able to stand up. "I have already told you everything", I said hoarsely, "and I don't understand why you care so much why I confess if you are so sure that I did it."
When he didn't say anything, I continued. "Why can't you just let me go or glamour me?" I asked desperately. I gathered some strength to say, "There will be police looking for me and you can bet you will go to jail for this!"
Next thing I knew he was right I front of me with his fangs fully exposed. "Do you really think threatening me will make anything better for you?" He straightened up to his full height and noticed me flinch. He smiled his dark grin, and then walked to the other side of the room to open the door. I was relieved.
"Follow me", he said from the doorway. I froze. I couldn't will my legs to move.
"That wasn't a request", he said dangerously low. I attempted to move my legs, and they did, but at a way to sluggish pace. He walked over to me and took my wrist, having to half drag me out of the room.
A few seconds later, he opened another door. It looked like a normal office. There was a desk filled with papers, some filing cabinets, and a black leather couch, which looked a bit shiny and wet. I had to look at it twice to realize the couch was covered in blood. I backed away quickly and ran into the doorknob. I had no sense left. Eric was in the room with me, but I felt the doorknob behind me. I needed to distract him.
I remembered my silver necklace. I still had it on. I yanked it off my neck and threw it hard as I could at his head. I didn't see what happened because I had flung the door open and was now running as fast as my legs would carry me. I found the exit door, but it was locked. I tried pulling frantically, not noticing that someone was behind me. "Second time that's happened", Eric said, "Luckily this one missed."
I froze the second I heard his voice. I turned around to see him smiling at me. He turned and walked back towards the office. I followed, knowing I had no where left to go. He shut the door behind me before walking to the desk. My eyes were still drawn to the blood soaked couch.
"Why did you bring me here?" I asked, not looking away from the couch.
"I've decided that there is a possibility you are not lying", he said, studying a file on his desk.
"Does this mean you're letting me go?" I asked.
"It's too soon to tell," he said, "Besides, you're lucky I didn't kill you because of that stunt you pulled."
I sat on the ground and thanked God that I was still alive. I put my head in my hands and began to sob softly. I picked my head up and saw that he was looking at me.
"If you believe I didn't kill that vampire, then why won't you let me go?" I continued to cry, but I stared him straight in the eye.
"I said I may believe you, and besides, I may want to keep you", he said so seriously that I thought he was joking.
I stopped sobbing now. "Keep me?" I asked sarcastically. He must be crazy to think I would agree to that.
"Well I'm not sure yet", he said, walking over to where I was and kneeling down beside me, "there is one more thing I must know." He took my wrist again, and his fangs ran out.
Eric looked straight into my eyes with no emotion at all. My eyes grew wide and I could not look away.
He spoke, "Lily…try not to worry so much. You are perfectly safe."
"I am?" I asked in disbelief.
"Of course you are." He replied with a smirk, "You would only be in danger if you had done something wrong which you did not, right?"
"Right!" I said with a smile.
"Good girl." He was now inching my wrist closer to his mouth.
"Oh, and Lily could you do one little thing for me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"What's that?" I asked with that dumb smile still on my face.
"Trust me." And with that, he sunk his fangs in to my wrist. The sensation caused a moan to escape my lips. Nothing had ever felt so good.
