I woke to the same haphazard sunlight as I had that first day.
The pains in my neck were dull, and my body felt as if I had been
sleeping for too long. Dazed and confused, I took in the room
around me, hauntingly familiar. How did I get back here?
The voices I could hear in the hall - yes,
voices - were those of the three people who had captured
me. My head spun with confusion and betrayal. We had been at the
station just a moment ago, it seemed. I wracked my brain,
searching for memory of something, anything that would've gone
wrong to send me back to this horrible place. The voices were
"All I'm saying is if she's too weak, I'm going out
tonight and getting someone else." Jay pushed open the door,
cutting me with his caustic words. I glanced to the bed, spotting
me in a sitting position. "Well hello there sleepyhead. It's
about time you woke up."
"What happened?" I hissed under my breath, distraught
by the fact that he would do this to me after what we'd been
through. Why would he take me back here?
"Well, Rick and Maria left to find feeders. Then,
before I could even touch you, you passed out again." He sighed,
clearly annoyed. I was stunned. Completely speechless. How could
it have possibly been a dream? There was no way. Everything was
so vivid, so real. The promises he made…well, I couldn't have
made them up, could I? Yet it was true. As I looked into his
eyes, there was no trace of the love I thought I had seen. How
strange and disorienting this was!
"I'm…hungry." I breathed figuring that would buy me a
little more time before…well; I didn't even want to think about
"Fine. Eat quickly, though. I'm hungry too." A sinister
grin spread up his flawless face, and my heart sank. Fantasies
are a drug. The high is wonderful, taking you to an alternate
reality where your wildest dreams come to life. But the crash
takes you sinking back to the pain of reality, which in my case
will never match the reckless daydreams I conjure.
Jay came back in, interrupting my contemplations with a
plate of food. It was smaller this time, and he tapped his foot
impatiently while I ate. The food was tasteless to me,
meaningless in that the life would soon be sucked out of my body
The tray soon lay upon my knees, completely cleaned of
food. I didn't look up from it until I heard the ominous click of
the door locking.
"I hope you ate well." He chuckled, slowly stalking over to the
bed. "Stand up." My throat became too dry to beg, so I stood,
making him snicker. "Good girl."
His hands encircled my wrists, pushing them behind me until my
palms touched the sheets. He leaned in, trailing his lips down my
jaw, down my neck, down my collarbone, until his face was buried
in my shirt. My breathing hitched. I couldn't take much pleasure
in the experience, knowing the torture I was about to endure. He
slid off my blouse slowly, dropping it beside the bed.
"Mmm…"His nose brushed my chest, apparently smelling the blood
flowing rapidly through my veins. "…very warm." He slid back up
until he was at the nape of my neck, feeling for my pulse. I
imagine it wasn't hard to find. The rate my heart was going could
hardly be healthy. His cold fingers pressed lightly on the point
of my pulsation, while his other hand explored the area around my
"This will only hurt a bit." He chuckled, deadly fangs grazing my
skin as he did so. Sharp agony shot through me, producing a
murderous screech as Jay, the one I thought I could trust, dug in
his villainous teeth. It was like being stabbed in the neck with
a salty blade, while also sitting in a raging fire.
A few torturous moments passed, burning pain ripping through me,
before I finally succumbed to the blackness.