Chapter 1: The Monster
Alanna was sitting in her corner of the RV, chained to the wall as usual, while Jack and Donny were counting out their money. Alanna knew she was nothing more than a slave but was too afraid of Jack to turn into the creature. Her fears had become reality more times than she cared to remember.
Jack was nothing if not callous and sadistic. He enjoyed hurting Alanna and forcing her to submit to his every whim. He didn't care how old she was; in fact, Alanna figured that he enjoyed using her all the more because of her age. He had turned her into a murderous creature with a thirst for human blood. Yes, she had access to her powers before she met him, but, she never craved blood before – especially not in her human form. No, this man had manipulated into even more of a hideous monster.
Things were growing worse for Alanna as time had gone on, and she was becoming increasingly more worried that she was losing touch with her humanity. As she was contemplating these things, the smell of fresh meat began to overwhelm her senses. Unaware of her surroundings, she had missed Jack and Donny leaving the trailer and returning with a freshly shot deer. All three of them had quickly left the small city of London, Massachusetts and were now more than one hundred miles away.
This was fine for Alanna, who wished to be as far away as possible from the site of her murderous rampage; however, as the fresh meat was thrown to her she had no choice but to eat. The hunger overwhelmed her as she bit into the creature. The more she bit into the fresh, the more blood poured out and the more she enjoyed it. Although this upset her deeply, there was a part of her – a ravenous and animalistic part – that enjoyed it. Moreover, this part wished that she could have hunted the deer herself – perhaps, even eating it while it was still alive.
This thought scared Alanna and nearly made her stop eating; nonetheless, she did not and as she finished biting off every single piece of deer meat she stopped and began to cry. She held her arms and began shaking as the tears rolled down her face. What had she become? Why did she allow herself to continue this charade like she was still human? No, she was not human anymore, and, it was all thanks to Jack. That damnable man who should never had let her live. Perhaps, she thought, she could kill him?
As she watched them sleep, she thought that it would be all too easy. She could kill them both quite easily. She could drink the blood from their limbs as she forced them to watch. She could do it all too easily but, then, where would she go? Who would care for her? No…although she hated them with every fiber of her being, she was still a child. She was still human, and, she needed to be taken care of and as much as she hated to admit it; there was a part of her, although small, which loved them…even with all that they did to her.
Was she wrong? Did she deserve to be locked up for this? Could it be that she really is stupid, as Jack constantly told her? Why couldn't she run away? Why not kill them? Didn't they deserve it? The 11 year old little girl thought about this for at least four hours, but, sleep eventually overtook her. There was nothing more for her to do but sleep because, at least in her dreams, she was a normal girl. The only thing she had to worry about in the dream world was what dress to wear when Bobby Jones, the most handsome prince in the dream world, asked her, the princess, to the ball. All she wanted was love and all she ever found in the real world was pain. She wondered, was pain the same as love or was there more?