I awoke with a fright but I was so exhausted that I didn’t have the effort to jump. I looked around, this isn’t my room, where am I?
“ In the Black room.”
I looked around. And saw that there was a figure in the chair. That’s when it all came back to me
“YOU BIT ME!” I said as loud as I could. Which wasn’t very loud, am I dead, I reached for my neck. Where there was a giant bandaid patch.
“I cleaned you up princess.”
“don’t call me that….You cant keep me here you know, I have a family, they will be looking for me.”
“they don’t even remember you exist, I made sure of that.”
“what did you do?!”
“I earased your existence, from there photo’s and their minds.”
“you cant do that you, nobody can do that. You don’t know who’s met me. Who remembers me. Besides how is that even possible… you cant erase photo’s. can you?”
“it’s so entertaining watching you figure this out. You see dear, I have friends in high places, supernatural places. Not to mention I’m…”
He roared laughter.
“ even in danger your sense of humour is still full of spice”
“I know, you’re a vampire, im not an idiot. But what I don’t know is why you haven’t killed me yet?”
“im planning on changing you my dear, you will be beautiful but I have to make sure you are loyal and wont leave me” he said it with spite. It made me think this had happened before.
“ why wouldn’t I leave. How will you make me stay?”
He began to grow angry. “ I intend on making you fall in love with me. So that you want me to stay with you forever. You wont want to leave me.” He looked at a photograph of a woman, she looked similar to me. Not exactly the same but similar features.
“ did she leave you?” I pointed at the picture.
“she, she is unimportant!” he yelled and threw the picture across the room. I got up, slowly and stumbled over to the smashed picture frame. I lifted the picture of the beautiful woman in the corseted dress. I turned the picture over and read the description on the back.
Miss Loretta Olivia Charles
At the Annual Victorian Ball
Mistress of Mister Jacob Arthur
“she seems important, she’s quite beautiful. Please tell me about Miss Charles” I asked really politely. I really wanted to be a smartass but I figured if I want information I had to be nice.
“she was the love of my life. Then she decided 150 years later that…” he looked up. “she just left okay!” he yelled then smacked me across the room. I went flying smashed against the table I was laying on minutes ago. A sharp pain down my arm that made me cry out in pain. He rushed to my side and picked up my arm. I winced in pain. “it’s broken.” He said calmly.
“Thank you Captain Obvious!”
“I can fix it, but you cannot freak out. Otherwise it will just hurt. Ok?”
“Ok” He leaned in close, towards my neck. I started hyperventilating remembering the pain from the last time he bit me. He pulled off the bandaid patch.
“relax little one, your safe.” He cooed. I calmed down and he sunk his teeth into the previous wound. A sharp rush of pain then a strong pain up my broken arm as it healed itself, then pleasure it was hard to describe, kind of like sex I guess. That’s when he let go.
“why, why did you stop?” I asked my eyes glazed over.
“if I took anymore you would pass out or you would die” he said replacing the patch on my neck
“I don’t mind dying.” He looked at me bluntly. Licked his lips, then walked out and locked the door. I sat there staring of into space as the feeling returned and the throbbing pain in my neck was newly unbearable. I started crying out of exhaustion and pain. I fell asleep but I didn’t dream. Just blackness, what’s to come I suppose.
“WAKE UP!” I awoke to being shoved of my table. My body weak and aching, as I slowly tried to stand but fell straight down. He reached down for me.
“get your hands of me!” I screamed at him.
“I’m sorry?” he said, sounding confused
“you should be, asshole.”
“I don’t believe that was an apology. I did nothing wrong.”
“you bit me! AGAIN! After throwing me at a table!’ I screamed at him again
“will you calm down?!” he screamed back and picked me up off the ground. “I’m just trying to help, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I have had plenty of times to work on my temper but it gets worse as the years go by.”
“that doesn’t mean you get to take it out on me, I may be your prisoner but its not very nice.”
“I don’t think of you as a prisoner dearest, I think of you as a guest, that simply cannot leave”
“gee thanks” that was the last words I spoke because at that moment he placed me standing on the ground but held onto me to make sure I could support myself. He helped me walk through the door, down the stairs, which was the hardest and took me into a newly furbished kitchen. There was a table, chairs, a fridge, knives, forks, the whole set up. That’s when I noticed that on the bench was food, bundles and bundles of food. He sat me down in one of the chairs at the table and placed 3 small plates in front of me. They all contained soup, each bowl a different flavor.
“There’s pumpkin” he pointed to the left bowl “tomato” middle bowl “and chicken and corn? Which one would you prefer? Of course you are welcome to all three, if you’d like?” I reached for the pumpkin on the left and started eating it.
“thank you, jake” he smiled at me. It was then that I realized how hungry I really was. He saw the look on my face and said
“There’s lamb, beef or pork to choose from next” I smiled at him. “It’s understanding why you are so hungry, you haven’t eaten for three days” I stopped eating and looked at him had I really been there three days……