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I know I said I wanted to be done by the time I graduated, but that didn't happen. I graduated. Congratulations to all of the other Class of 2014-ers. I hope things are working out for you like you planned…like getting into the college that you wanted to get into and getting the car you wanted. For me it was getting a new laptop. It's not the one I wanted, but it's mine.

I am not due to college until Spring of 2015. I joined the Navy Reserve and my basic training is in January. Yay me. Long way to go.

I have a lot of free time so that means a lot of time to write. If this story is not done by January, someone please kill me. Fast.

Terrah could feel him as he came down the curving stares that led into the dungeon that she was held in. Every time he entered, a sense of dread came over the room, one that told you to stay the fuck away.
Though she easily guessed that the others were vampires, witches, and werewolves, she didn't know what the hell he was and that made her panic even more.
"My pretty," he addressed her as he came into view. She stayed lying on her side, not bothering to acknowledge his presence. Plus, it was always the same thing. He'd come in and walk towards her in that creepy floating kind of way, wanting her to make a move. He always wore the same red silk robe, the hood on, red eyes glowing from the shadows of it. His hands were porcelain pale, long and thin fingers tipped with sharp black nails.
She froze when he placed his hand on her shoulder, the grip tightening and pushing her so that she was on her back. Terrah was met with his face. He wasn't unattractive, just deathly pale with his thin features. And the fact that he was ginger all the way, fiery red hair and scarlet lips.
"How isss my little one," the question was always rhetorical. Taking those clawed fingers of his, he ran them down the span of her naked arms, goose bumps rising and not from desire.
Before she'd gotten used to the routine, she'd had fight in her. Terrah would do her best to fight him tooth and nail, the fact that one of her legs was chained down didn't dim her spark in any kind of way. For sure, he fought her back, but he didn't do anything that would have her down for long. Nothing that would hurt the baby growing inside her. In fact, he loved it when she fought him, had found out just how much when he'd fallen on top of her pressing a very prominent arousal into her hip.
He was above rape. When she hadn't been aroused in any kind of way he'd looked at her with a look of disgust and left the room.

Terrah jerked as his cold hand touched her exposed belly and the fluttering inside her started. A smile coming onto his face, all of his razor sharp teeth exposed. She hated that her baby kicked in his presence and that it made him smile. That should be Luca.
Although the motherly instinct was rearing it's head, she'd tried to calm herself. She knew not to interrupt his moment. While fighting back was somewhat satisfying, she knew what would come afterwards. His bite.
The first night that she was there, she'd been bitten and it had knocked her out for a couple of hours. The venom was more powerful than the last every time and Terrah figured that they'd been feeding her elixirs while she was out. As in they, she meant the two women that he called hag.

Hag 1 and Hag 2 had been the ones who were seeing her throughout her pregnancy, making sure that everything was fine.

She didn't know what it was, but everyone was after what was growing in her. He kept referring to her baby as The Host.
Host for what she wondered.

"Only in three months' time," he spoke.

When she'd been captured, she'd been three months. Now four had passed, and there were two more to go. Where the hell was Luca? Wasn't he looking for her? God she hoped that he hadn't given up and that her 'friends' were helping him.

He'd already had weight on his shoulders with the war going on, now the fact that she'd gone with heir was another. Please don't let him die.

Her head snapped to the side as she was slapped across the face. "Don't you think of him in my presence."
She spat at him. "Fuck you."

His nostrils flared and his eyes glowed brighter. "You dirty bitch." In a flash he had her up by her hair, her bare knees on the cold stone of the dungeon floor. "Get up." He pulled on her locks. "Get. Up."
She grabbed onto her hair, trying to remove it from his fist. "FERN!"

He pulled harder, forcing her to stand with him, suddenly the cuff fell away from her ankle and he smiled sinisterly.

What a fucking turn of events, she thought that it would be a clean night where he's leave her along. She shouldn't have spat on him that was for sure. She fought and fought and fought as he pulled her up the stairs.
"Where the hell are you taking me," Terrah took a deep breath, "leave me beeeee."

He hadn't taken her upstairs many times, the only times he had, it was to show her off as his fucking pet, turns out that some creatures doubted that he actually had possession of the vampire's bride.

Never before had she wanted desperately wanted to be a celebrity. Maybe she'd wished for it a couple of times when she was a little girl, but what little girl didn't? She definitely had the fame now. The Pussycat Dolls' lyrics crossed her mind. Be careful what you wish for because you just might get it.

Damn, she should have just face Luca in that god damned club. She just probably wouldn't be in his mess if she had. This was turning into a life lesson, teaching her to start going with the flow and maybe bad shit wouldn't happen to her then.

She softened her voice as she next spoke, "Fern," no answer, "Fern where are you taking me?"

He let go of her hand and grabbed her by the neck, pulling her against him all at the same time cutting off her breathing. "I don't have time for games pet. Just do as I say and it will be easy on you."

See, it would be easy on her. That's what they all say.

The need to cover herself was burning her alive. Long ago, he'd taken her clothes away. The only thing she'd been allowed to wear was a sports bra and panties. She had a wide variety to choose from and she wondered if he'd gone out and gotten them himself or maybe he'd sent Hag out.

Strangely, there wasn't anyone in the castle, not that she knew of. It seemed almost deserted, there wasn't any belongings around. No furniture.

"Slow down, I can't walk that fast."

Dread came over her in a rush. It had her clutching her throat with the one hand that was free, falling to her bruised knees. Terrah didn't hear him as he glared down at her scorning her. That gaze burning.

She shook her head, "No no no no no." Over and over.

There he goes again, gripping her hair. It was the beginning of a tug of war that she didn't want to be a part of it. She put her hand to her bulging stomach, using the other as leverage on the floor to help her get to her feet again.

She'd been surprised the whole time that nothing had gone wrong her pregnancy. All this stress that was getting unleashed unto her body was surely affecting the baby as well. He/She had been kicking strong the entire time though. God, don't let anything be wrong.

So many stairs. They went up flight after flight, the dread growing heavier and heavier.

A large wooden door. That's where they came too and Terrah wanted to run for her life.

The door opened at will, one of his mind games. The room was dark, but she could hear moaning, like that of a wounded person. It was more than one person though. He pulled her inside, making her walk ahead of him.

All around chains rattled, there were things hanging from them. They were people of course, but she knew that they weren't human. The shadows were too thick so she couldn't make out any faces. A small opening in the roof gave a little light in the center of the room. Light that reflected in a raised slab of stone. An altar. An altar that had built in cuff at four points.

Her feet moved at their own accord. Backing her up, making her bump into him. She jumped and ran as best she could to the other side of the room, turning to face off with him.

That grin, showing all of those sharp teeth. His white hair seeming to glow in the moonlight, the pale face almost angelic.

"Seize her."

Before she could even get a good scream out, she was grabbed from behind. A body that definitely didn't belong to the women she was used to.

There was more than one of them. Her hands were bound by big fists, another person held her feet.

This wasn't the kind of struggling that she did with Fern, nor the kind from that alley. This was my life is about to end kind of struggling. All the others being a nine. This was her ten.

The stone was harsh against her skin. There wasn't a bit of warmth to it. Her strength was draining from her body as she pulled and kicked, the cuffs rubbing her skin raw. Her throat hoarse from screams.

They'd been laying on the couch watching TV as usual. They're thing. Luca was laid out so that his head was on the arm, his hands behind them. Terrah laying against the couch cushions, her head on his chest.

Something had happened on TV to make the both of them burst out laughing. As they had quieted down she'd looked up at him, to only find him looking at her. He'd given her a big grin that seemed like a big grin and then leaned down to kiss her.

As the screaming went on and on, she knew that he had to love her and that he'd be on his way to rescue her from this horrible fate.

At any moment an army would storm the castle. Luca would come through that doorway and kill Fern and the things that had put her down.

The door of the room opened, but she knew that it was only Fern.

"Hag?" Terrah croaked in question as she saw the pretty woman step into the light. The other hag came to stand beside her, she was holding a chest. The one they'd been bringing with them for all of her visits.

Containers of unknown substances were placed out around her. A candle lit. Salt sprinkled.

A dagger glinted.

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