She woke stripped down her underwear with her wrists chained above her head. She was in a red room with a giant black bed and shelves of metal instruments. Shit, she thought. Next to her was a vacant set of handcuffs dangling from the ceiling and the girl who she supposed had been their occupant lay sprawled across the bed, groaning softly. Her wrists and ankles were shackled to the bed and blood welled along one arm and dribbled on the floor. She had a head of chesnut hair that fell about her face and her eyes were red rimmed. She was dressed scantily and scars crisscrossed across her body. She had the wrist of a junkie and red X's lead up the arm closest to her. The girl looked at Katya, and there was a look of such hopelessness in her eyes that she would have gone to her, had she not been shackled too.
A man strode into the room with brown hair and jewel blue eyes. He snarled and showed fangs. He hissed at her, and she met his gaze steadily. She did not blink, or turn away. She retreated into that cool place of detachment that she used when dealing with her worst cases. Do not show fear. Calm your heart rate. She breathed in. and out.
He snarled at her baring those fangs again and hissed at her that she would be next. She smiled at that, because for them to switch places, he would have to unshackle her, and she was already trying to come up with the quickest way to cause him the most pain.
Her smile evidently troubled him. "Amused are we? Then what happens next is your fault, and you will follow suit."
She looked coldly down at him. "Those are a cowards words, nothing done by your hand can be any fault but your own."
"Have it your way." She did not like the way he smiled at her. He laid down on his side beside the girl. He fondled her breast roughly and drew his hand lower, watching Katya the entire time. Her face remained expressionless as she steeled her gaze and forced herself not to scream.
He bared his fangs and bit down on her neck and when she cried out, Katya was deeply disturbed that she did not know if it was a cry from pain, or pleasure, or both. Blood spilled on the carpet and his face looked like that of an animal. She was bleeding badly.
The girl lay sprawled across the sheets looking like a lover satisfied.
He unchained her from the bed and scooped her up in his arms and put her hands back in the manacles over her head, matching the position Katya was in. She looked sleepy and … drugged. She looked like that bite had given her some kind of high.
Upon closer examination Beth discovered her neck and wrists to be a mess of nasty half healed bites and scars. A vampire junkie?
That was when he turned his attention towards her. She stared into his eyes as he uncuffed her hands. Looking down at her hands to rub them, she noticed that he was hard and ready to go again. Curious, but she would have to think about this particular ability a bit later.
"You are going to let me do the same thing to you, or I will start using those beautiful tools on the walls. Clear?"
"Crystal." She said evenly. He took as step towards her and leaned in to kiss her. Hating herself for it she returned the kiss, though he made it unpassionately rough and violent, not to mention sloppy. It felt a little like kissing a golden retriever as he crushed his lips to hers. Thinking him thoroughly distracted she fisted her hands in his hair and drew him in closer. He thought for passion. She had other plans.
She smashed his head on her knee and kneed him in the groin for all her worth. He shrieked and blood spilled from his ruined nose. She took one manacle off the bed post and stood on his chest to prevent his escape. She chained his wrist to the bedpost and was excited to discover that the grey shiny metal, silver presumably, burned his wrist, forcing him to keep it in a way that minimized skin contact. His face was a snarling mass, hardly recognizable, and definitely not human. Where he accidentally brushed the metal against his wrist the skin blistered and singed. Handy. Weakness for silver?
"Now. Be a good boy, and tell me where my clothes are, or I will be forced to use these instruments on you." She spoke sweetly and smiled at him a most unpleasant smile.
He spat at her.
"Very well.." She took a knife from the table and held it against his throat, letting it cut into the skin just enough to draw a little blood. "Still don't believe me?"
"My clothes. Where can I find them." She smiled again and pressed that blade a little deeper. Her goodwill and patience had been completely used up for the day.
He spat and coughed up red. Good. Asshole.
She spotted them at the far corner of the room. A pile of neatly folded clothes sat just inside the door. How convenient. "Thank you." She said sweetly to the snarling animal at her feet. She strode over to the wall of horror and made a show of selecting a tool. She took down a knife. She steeled herself, retreated into that cold unfeeling place. And she took off his head. The girl who was chained and whimpering screamed at her.
She put her back to the wall and donned her clothes. She stuck the knife through her belt loop and strode out the door.