It seemed as though the line separating my conscious and
unconscious was blurred, permanently putting me into a state of
pain and confusion.
Now I awoke in the small room near the kitchen, the one I had
been pushed into that first day. My stomach churned, hunger
gnawing at it incessantly. That was no match for the pain in my
neck; the dull ache I was expecting. Instictively, my hands flew
to the spot, tenderly fingering the two small bumps. It was Jay's
first time at this I guess, so there were drips of dried blood
down my torso and splotches on my neck.
I looked around for the first time, starting at the sight before
me. A little girl was quivering in the corner, tears streaming
noiselessly down her cheeks. An older girl lay across the dusty
floor, blood spots covering her neck. My breathing hitched as the
stale, rusty smell wafted up to my nostrils. I crawled over to
the little girl. She couldn't have been more than seven years
old. Judging by the cleanliness of her clothes, and the fact that
they were still on her body, I could assume she was Maria's.
"Hey." I whispered, my voice raspy and weak. She flinched away
from me. "Don't worry; I'm not going to hurt you. See?" I stroked
her hair, cleaning the tiny flecks of crimson in the blonde
curls. She looked like a tiny porcelain doll, so fragile she
could break at the slightest touch.
"What's your name?" I prompted, cupping her little face in my
"Ch-Charlotte." She stammered. Her voice was barely a whisper.
"Hi Charlotte, I'm Scarlett." I smiled as warmly as I could, more
strength flooding through me with each passing minute. She
sniffled, resting her head on my lap. I stroked her head gently,
humming an old lullaby my mom used to sing to me.
Time passed, and Charlotte's breathing lapsed into the even
fluctuations of a sleeping child.Her curls parted, revealing the
bite marks that looked somewhat larger on her tiny neck. I
brushed them tenderly with the tips of my fingers, silently
fuming at the thought that they would ever do this to a child.
The figure on the floor stirred, rolling over and moaning with a
pain that I knew well. Her eyes fluttered open and I put a finger
to my lips, gesturing to Charlotte who was still in her
well-deserved slumber. The girl blinked, a hand flying to her
"What the hell is going on?" She hissed. "And why do I have the
world's worst hickey?!"
"It's not a hickey. We've been abducted, and the people
responsible...well, you're not going to believe me, but they
drink our blood."
"That's bullshit. Vampires don't exist."
"They do here. How do you explain this?" I pointed to my marks on
my neck, and watched as her eyes followed the bloodspots.
"Oh fuck no."
"Okay, well there's kind of a seven year old girl here." I
"She's asleep!" She retorted, voice low. "How can you be so
fucking calm in this situation?"
"I've been here longer than you have."
"Well, I imagine it still hurts like a bitch!"
"More than that." I sighed, shuddering at the memory of the
agony. "What's your name, anyway?"
"Tiff. How bout you?"
"Cool. How do you know her?" She gestured to Charlotte.
"I don't. I woke up and found her with us." Pulling back the
curls, I displayed the bite marks so Tiff could see. I heard her
cuss under her breath.
"To a baby?!"
"I know! It's infuriating!"
"Damn straight! I'm gonna kill these bastards the first chance I
I rolled my eyes. "Nothing would make me happier. Unfortunately,
they're - oh, I don't know - supernatural monsters!"
The door slammed open just then, and Maria stepped through. My
arms automatically encircled Charlotte, who had woken from the
noise and pulled her closer.
"Lunch for human." She bent down and set the huge silver tray on
the floor, slipping back into the hallway as quickly as she came.
I bent down to take a piece of fruit, and Tiff smacked my hand
"Are you mental? What if it's poisoned?"
"I wish." I muttered under my breath, and then added. "Besides,
if you don't eat before the feedings, you'll become frail and
She grumbled to herself, but reached toward the tray anyway.
Charlotte tugged on my hair.
"Can I have some food?" Her little voice would have been
absolutely adorable if it wasn't so sad. I maneuvered so she
could get at the plate.
"Here you go. Did you have a good sleep?"
"No." She mumbled, her mouth full of food. I waited for her to
"I had a nightmare."I fell silent. How could anything be worse
than this? She looked at Tiff. "Who's that?"
"Hi Charlotte!" I could tell she was trying her best to be
friendly, and I appreciated it.
"Hi Tiff." Charlotte answered quietly, reaching for another piece
"Oh Tiffany!" The door burst open again, and Rick stepped
through. Tiff slipped back to the corner and I scooped Charlotte
up again, covering her ears.
"Get away from me you cannibalistic bastard!"
"Get over here you sexy bitch." He growled, lurching forward and
dragging her out of the room.
"Get off of me! Fuck you!"
"Oh don't worry." He sneered. "You will." She continued to
screech but I looked away, not wanting to meet her pleading gaze.
The door shut with a bang, and the voices were muffled.
"Where's Tiff going?" Charlotte looked up at me with her big blue
eyes, true confusion clouding them. I didn't know what to say at
first, figuring that "that man is going to suck her blood and
probably rape her" was not an appropriate response for a child.
"Don't worry, she'll be back. Let's just rest for now." I placed
my hands gently over her ears to block out the haunting screams
that filled the air just a moment later. I wish someone was there
to cover mine.