"GET ME OUT OF HERE! GET ME OUT OF HERE! GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!"
Even though her screams echoed loudly through the room, the thick walls only allowed for some of her words to pass through to the first few areas nearby upstairs. Each word felt like fire in her throat, and her musical voice became more and more hoarse as time wore on. The girl's sharp nails dug at the stone walls, as if hoping to claw her way out of her chamber. Unlike before when if she were to do this that her nails would become bloody little stubs, she managed to make long, white marks on the wall. It saddened her that even if she could conflict that kind of damage onto a wall, she still couldn't break through the chains and cuffs around her wrists and ankles.
Her attention finally reached back to her aching throat, making her turn her back to the wall and bring her knees up to her chest. Her nails lightly propped themselves against her throat, before she started scratching at it, deeper and deeper. The burn was so fierce! It was almost as if she were in the desert without a morsel of water: Unbearable. She felt like she could cry, but simply couldn't. Besides, if there was any water left in her body, she'd wish it would hydrate her instead of fall out.
"You'd better stop scratching at your throat. At this rate, you might tear it out." A voice said from the doorway, a mere shadow blending amongst the already shady room. However, despite the darkness, she could see him clearly... and didn't even bother wondering why she could so sharply. Each feature looked so familiar, and finally landing only on his eyes, she stopped her vigorous scratching. Instead, she backed even more into the wall with wide eyes.
"Where am I? What... what happened?"
Brendon's teeth gleamed, despite the lack of light. "You're in a basement."
"I figured that one out, genius," She managed to reply sarcastically.
"Then you should've already figured out what happened, right? Don't you remember? It wasn't too long ago."
Of course she remembered the face, but the night before seemed so far away in her memories. Her face scrunched up in hopes of grasping it, but it was merely impossible. Actually, the memories probably would've creeped up quicker if her thoughts weren't so focused on the burning in her throat. Instead of answering back, all she could do was look up at him with eyes filled with hurt. It didn't take him long to understand, and automatically fled back up the steps. A couple minutes later, he returned with a crimson wine bottle and a crystal wine glass.
She scrunched her nose. "Wouldn't alcohol make me even more thirsty? Besides, I'm still underaged."
"Oh, I think this particular brand you'll come to see is a bit more... appetizing." Brendon replied, smirking again. His delicate looking hand poured the liquid a mere inches away from full and handed it to her. She eyed it for a moment before gingerly taking it. Finally after a long time of staring at it, she took a light sniff, and found it to smell strangely divine. So even though he could've done something to it, she drank it. Not only a sip, but completely downed it. Breathing in and out deeply, she snatched the bottle from his hands and downed all of that, too.
Brendon chuckled. "See? I told you you'd like it."
It was completely true. She actually felt... almost normal. Well, at least there wasn't any more pain. She was actually able to focus now. The more she did, the more Brendon drew closer, before crouching down to her level. He didn't speak, but instead continued to stare deeply into her eyes. Almost in awe, he exclaimed, "Your eyes are extraordinary." That made her only roll her eyes lightly. Was he trying to flatter her? Ignoring the comment, she finally asked, "What... was that?"
"Are you sure you're ready to handle it?"
That caught her attention. "...What did you do to me?!"
Brendon rose his hands, quickly saying, "I didn't poison it, I swear. It's actually something rather good for you."
"What are you talking about?"
He bent closer, exposing his teeth once more. "See these?" Specifically, he pointed at his abnormally large canines. That triggered a spark in her mind, making her eyes widen even more than before. She remembered yesterday clearly... Walking home from her job, getting stopped by a stranger in downtown Chicago, then getting attacked by that individual. She remembered trying to escape by going through building after building, but was stopped short at the top of a stairs in one particular building. Stopped from a sudden force and a wild, piercing fire in her neck. That was the last she remembered anything. What stood out specifically from that memory was the man that made those short minutes hell: the man in front of her just at this moment, looking at her rather civilized and amused, instead of a dinner.
"...You bit me!" She exclaimed, disgusted. "You... You-!"
The man couldn't help but roll his eyes, letting out a long breath as he did so. "This is taking too long. M'dear, I'm a vampire, alright? A bloodsucking vampire. Creature of the night? The walking dead? Are any of these ringing a bell in that pretty little head of yours?"
Her breath caught short in her throat, and automatically her pale hand traced over the two holes on her neck. They were already almost like scars. "Vampire?" She repeated hoarsely. She was cringing so much, she managed to bite her lip in the process, and gasped. Her hands traced over her teeth, and to her surprise, her canines were just as long as the mans was.
She wasn't human anymore?
All of her emotions fired up inside her body, causing her to stand up and pounce towards the man, only to be held back by the chains. Instead, she landed on her hands and knees before her stomach could. "YOU BASTARD! WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?!" She shouted, before breaking down into dry sobs. "YOU DID ENOUGH TO END MY LIFE, SO WHY AM I HERE?! DO YOU TAKE PLEASURE IN MAKING WOMEN SUFFER?!"
"Not necessarily." Brendon responded dryly, before standing up to his full height, and stared down at her. "As for why you're here, you'll find out soon enough, when he's rested."
"He?" She repeated, her sobs stopping quickly at the new information.
"Yes, he. Like I said, be patient. Things come to those who wait..." He started to finally retreat back to the doorway before stopping and glancing back at here once more. "Before I leave you to rest, I'd like to know some new information."
"Such as?"
"We simply can not call you 'girl' for eternity, can we? I'm curious to what you're name is."
The girl growled. "Why should I tell you?"
"What else have you got to loose?"
"...Lauren."
