Chapter 6

I yawn, trying not to stretch out my body as the pain in my back worsens, I’ll definitely need some painkillers to help me. For some reason I am just not healing quick enough, and that is a problem. A very dangerous problem. But there is nothing I can do about it right now, so there is no point in worrying, the doctors will know what to do.

The doctors, where are the doctors? I haven’t seen one in a while.

I open my eyes, looking around the strange room that I haven’t seen before, my heart rate increasing rapidly. I’m no longer in the hospital, I realise, it was attacked and I … I was captured by the Nati vampire I spared.

Fuck. Where has he taken me?

I look around the room, dark maroon wallpaper lining the walls, a tv and a small sofa in the corner to my left and a bookshelf littered with books and a chair to my right. I was laid on a four poster bed, white curtains tied at the edge, and as comfortable as it was, I needed to get out of here before he comes back and decides to finish me off.

My hand nervously reaches for my neck, but I stop just before I touch the raised flesh, why did he spare me? Especially when he knows who I am and what my family has done to his kind.

Something doesn’t feel right, I don’t feel normal. I don’t feel like myself. Perhaps it’s the blood loss. It’s making me crazy.

I stumble from the bed, using one of the posts to hold myself up whilst my legs get used to the weight of my body, it’s like I haven’t walked for days. The floor feels so unfamiliar to me, my body feels weird and my muscles feel tight. They feel like they haven’t been used for a long time.

Just how long has it been since I was brought here? A few hours? A day? I have no idea if my family is even looking for me.

I look down at myself, realising That I am naked all except for my sports bra and pants, someone had undressed me and I had a pretty good idea who.

I need to get the fuck out of here before he comes back to finish the job.

I test the weight of my body on each leg before I use the wall to keep me upright as I walk towards the door, my entire body tense with anticipation. Would he barge in and drain me dry?

What exactly did he have planned for me?

“Come on Mae.” I tell myself harshly, “you are stronger than this.”

I grasp the circle handle with both hands and pull, but the door doesn’t move, not even an inch. Locked. Of course it’s locked, the Nati wouldn’t just let me wonder around his home.

Fuck. I need to look for another way out.

I look around the room again, nothing a door to the right of the tv, so I decide to head that way, only to be disappointed when I find a small bathroom with a shower, sink and toilet. There’s not even a window in there I could use to climb out of.

Next to the bookshelf there’s a large window with a bench covered in cushions, maybe I can use that to get out, if it isn’t too high, I could jump. Though I wasn’t sure my body was even capable of that right now.

Either way, I had to try.

If I fall to my death trying to escape then that is fine by me, I’d much rather die from a fall than from the hands of a Nati. Especially the Nati who drank from me, twice.

I try to pry the window open, but just like the door, it’s locked, and there isn’t a key in sight. I’m trapped. I’m fucking stuck here with that creature.

I can’t see anything out of the window except for miles and miles of trees, though I can tell I’m in some sort of mansion, and I am on the very top floor, maybe five stories high.

I slump down on to the window sill, picking up one of the soft cushions and holding it to my chest, doing my damned hardest not to cry. I won’t show him how afraid I am, but I just need a moment to collect myself. I’m allowed to have emotions, especially at a time like this.

I don’t know how long I’m sat there before I hear a key turn in the door, my entire body tensing in fear, had the Nati come back to finish me off? I’m not ready to die.

The same vampire who attacked me walks in, a small tray in his hand, a coffee and a slice of toast sitting on top, and whilst part of me instantly wants to refuse, I’m starving, and I’d kill for a coffee.

No point in starving myself, right?

He smiles when he sees me sat by the window, the green of his eyes sparkling in the dying light, the sun can’t hurt him anymore, it’s vanished behind the clouds.

“I’m glad to see you are awake.” He says, handing me the tray, “I was worried you wouldn’t.”

I take a sip of the coffee, the hot liquid burning my throat as it goes down, but I love it. I love the familiar burn. It reminds me of home.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have tried to drain me dry.” I say coldly, looking anywhere but directly at him.

Why is he so fucking gorgeous? It should be illegal to have a body like that.

It’s distracting.

“If I wanted to drain you dry then I would have.” He takes another step toward me, leaning close, “I already told you that I have other plans for you.”

“And I already told you that I’d rather die.” I growl, tempted to throw the coffee at his face.

Maybe then his looks wouldn’t distract me so much.

He laughs, a throaty and genuine sound, “You are a breath of fresh air, little hunter, I can’t wait to break you into pieces.”

“You can try.” I shrug, “but I’m not someone that you can break.”

“Isn’t trying the best part?” He says, eyes flashing a deep crimson red.