Clara
I have been walking around in this small room, that looks more like a box than a bedroom, for a really long time. I have no idea what time it or how long it has been since I was brought into this horrible place. Something tells me that it could have been days now.
No, I must be hallucinating. I can’t have been that long a time. I feel like I might pass out the next minute. I think it might be the hunger. I didn’t have a proper meal this morning. I was too nervous to have breakfast with my father and his guests so I just had a quick snack for breakfast.
Maybe it is not the hunger. I can go longer than this without having any food. It could be the drug that was injected in me so that I could pass out back in the woods. I have been feeling awfully weak since I woke up.
After pacing about hopelessly, I sit down on the floor and face the bed. I don’t feel like sitting on that hideous bed. Only God knows what awful things have been on that bed before.
Oh, jeez!
I have to put myself together. I can’t breakdown at this moment. I need to stay strong. I can’t just give up and begin to cry again. I have already done that and it isn’t helping at all. Besides, I don’t feel like I have any more tears left to shed.
I close my eyes and bury my face between my palms. How did all of this happen? One moment I was in Damien’s embrace and the next one I am here locked up in God knows where with no hope of ever seeing him again.
Things were starting to go well between us. Damien and I had just started to understand each other and our relationship was getting stronger despite the dark cloud that keeps roaming over us.
I was assured that as long as I had Damien by my side, my father wasn’t going to come between us. Now I don’t have Damien and I have been threatened of losing him.
What he really meant it when he said that he was going to tell my father the truth? I know that I desperately need help. I really want to get out of here, but of being rescued involves my father coming to get me and knowing that Damien is my mate, I would rather not be rescued at all.
I don’t want to lose Damien. I would rather be here till Damien comes for me at his own time. my father would lose it if he found out that I was kidnapped so as to be used as a bait to get Damien.
Actually, he would use it as a golden excuse to tear us apart. He would blame everything on him. God! He would ruin everything. I know my own father very well. He is capable of doing anything.
All the anxiety and endless thoughts have got my head buzzing and I think I might breakdown at any second. I get up from the floor and try to get on my feet. My head is spinning, I think I stood up too quickly. Jeez.. I blame on whatever drug those beasts injected into my body.
I hold onto the bed for support so that I don’t land onto the floor and hurt myself. My body is already enduring enough pain. When I feel like I have stabilized, I let go of the bed.
There is a clicking on the door. Someone is coming in. I immediately stand on alert, ready to strike whoever it is. If it is that hideous Vampire woman, I am at least going to leave a scratch on her face. Though it will heal in a minute. At least she will feel it for a second. I also trained with the pack warriors when I was still young. I will be able to retrace my moves. I am tired of being treated like I am helpless.
The door slowly creaks and I watch carefully so that I don’t miss my blow on whoever it is. I don’t care if he is the leader of whatever and he does whatever crap he wants, I am going to give him a taste of my fists.
I don’t have to be any cautious because if it were Damien, I would have already perceived his scent.
When I detect movement into the room, I throw my fist which lands on the face of whoever it is. He lands into the corner of the room, falling on his bottom with a yelp. The man I just hit doesn’t look familiar nor does his scent.
My wolf is screaming for me to dash through the open door without looking back. Damn! There is my golden opportunity to get out of this horrible place but something tells me that I should check out on my victim who is whining beside the bed.
Shit!
There is something strange about him. His scent is confusing. He smells human but at the same time like a vampire. He doesn’t look like a vampire. He looks more of a timid human boy who just fell on his butt. I couldn’t just make a Vampire trip off his feet.
Go through the door and run away! My wolf yells in frustration.
Wait! Let me just check on him. He looks terrible. I feel like a mess after being locked up in this room for God knows how long but he looks worse than me. His hair is a dirty mess of brown and his eyes are a terrified hazel green colour.
Is he afraid of me? Well, that blow surely caught him unawares. I would also be terrified out of my skin if I were him.
I walk slowly toward him, calculating my safe distance from him so that I have gap to break free and escape incase he is trying to fool me.
Why does he have two different scents? A vampire’s scent and a human scent? Maybe he is a human who has lived too long with Vampires? Does that even make sense? Both scents come from his body.
Then it hits me!
He must be a newly turned Vampire! That is why he has both scents. Why did I have to go through all that confusion? I wouldn’t have noticed the scent of the new boy at Damien’s house because there are so many vampires there.
I get closer to him and take a careful look at him. He looks to be about five years younger than me. That is too young to be turned to a vampire. Do his parents even know where he is or what he is now? He must be captured here like I am.
I raise my hand trying to help him get up but he extends further to the wall. Did I scare him that much?
“I am not going to hurt you. That what just happened was well, a mistake. It was not intended for you. I thought you were one of those that locked me in here,” I tell him, finding the need to explain what just happened.
Some of his fear seems to slip away but he doesn’t look convinced yet. He then takes my hand and I help him get up. He is about the same height as mine, he is just a few inches taller than me.
Thinking about height gets me thinking of my mate who towers over me. I miss him so much. Is he going to come for me? Will he even be able to find me? How will he even begin to look for me when he doesn’t know that I have been kidnapped?
I am hoping that this event of my kidnap doesn’t make my father and Damien collide because the end of it will not be pleasant at all.
“How did you open the door? I thought it was locked?” I ask him.
“It was locked but I just picked the key while roaming around. I was just curious to know what is in here,” he replies.
“You picked the key?” I wonder. I can’t believe those two serious Vampires could let a key slip out of their hands.
“Yes, I didn’t know it was for this room so I just tried it and the door opened,” he says.
Just like that! It sounds like a joke but I don’t have time to doubt it.
“Why are you here? Do you live here?” I inquire from him.
“I woke up one day and I was in this place. I haven’t been able to get out of here despite my very many attempts to escape,” he replies.
“Are you the only one here besides them?” I ask him.
“There are many others. I don’t know how many but we are not allowed to interact. We are kept in different rooms,” he answers.
So he keeps them in here. Damien needs to know this. He needs to know who the real culprit is.
Damn it!
If he comes here then he will have fallen right into that beast’s trap. I don’t want that. I don’t want him to get hurt because of me.
“How come you are able to roam about?” I ask him.
“I escaped out of my room,” he replies with a shrug. Well, that makes sense.
“Look, I have been kidnapped. I need to get out of here,” I tell him.
“Everyone here was kidnapped and no one has been able to get out of here,” he says, and I swallow hard.
“I have been kidnapped for a different reason. I am a werewolf so I can’t be turned to a vampire,” I try rephrasing my statement. He looks slightly shocked to know my identity but not very. He is a vampire anyway so there is no need for him to be surprised.
“My mate… I mean my boyfriend is coming here to get me but it’s a trap. Those Vampires want to capture him when he reaches here,” I tell him.
“Why would they capture him? Is he a werewolf too?” he inquires from me.
“No, he is a vampire. He wants to stop what they are doing to the humans like you. That is why they want to get him out of their way, ” I reply.
I know I might be bubbling nonsense to this boy but he doesn’t give me a hard time asking questions.
“You won’t be able to escape,” he tells me.
“At least I have to try,” I tell him.
Footsteps!
Someone is coming! I can here the heavy footsteps approaching. We both just stare wide-eyed and horror faced at each other.