This is the start of a short story…
The rope burned against my wrists. My skin was rubbed raw I tried to wriggle free of it again. I bit my lip, the blindfold falling further over my eyes. The room was so loud I couldn’t make out what anyone was saying. Chatter was ramped. Lots of were people walking around me, laughing and yelling. I was stuck to a rough wooden pole. I jerked away from it again, my vest jingling slightly. Then I felt another hand grab my chin and turn my head up and away from my shoulder. It had been useless to fight against this tug before so this time I went along with it. I grimaced at the long cold fingers that grabbed me.
My heart pounded in my throat. I was usually able to keep my cool but not today, not here. Struggling against the ropes again, I heard a shout in my direction. I went limp and pulled my head away from the stranger’s hands. The fingers left me and I heard him walk away. There were people all around me. I knew it would be impossible to escape but I couldn’t just give up. Another hand found me, but this one didn’t go right to grab my head, it was on my shoulder. This grip was softer but with a large hand. He nudged me back against the post. More loud talking, right in front of me. Then the hand left me.
The blindfold was tugged off my face. Right in front of me were bright gray eyes that studied me. He smiled at me as I blinked and tried to focus on him so close to me. The man, just a little older than me, maybe 25, pulled away from me and turned say something to the person beside him. I still didn’t understand what he said. I looked around him. Other kids, gaged, blindfolded and attached to pillars stretched the length of the room.
Walking up and down the line of children were men in large dark clothes right out of the gothic era. They were all talking loudly as some crowded around kids and looked at them. The young man looked back at me, and this time when he grinned I could see his fangs. It had been just what I feared, a vampire den. The man brushed whips of hair out of my face. He leaned forward, getting closer and closer to me. His eyes drifted to my neck and I went stiff. I tried to burrow my head into my shoulders. The vampire pulled back slightly and looked at me.
His hand found the side of my face. He studied me.
“The more you relax, the less this will hurt.” His English was smothered with a thick vamprish accent.
I had never heard a vampire speak English. He was going to suck my blood, whether I let him or not. Every inch of my skin crawled. I wanted him away from me, dead in a ditch so he couldn’t devour any more of my friends. But here I was, stuck in front of him at his mercy. I closed my eyes. I would die with honor, not fear.
Straightening my head and relaxing my shoulders, I kept my eyes closed. He gently brushed more hair out of the way. I could feel him get close to me and his teeth brushed up against my neck. My whole body got tense and my hands immediately turned to fists. Something of a fine point, like that of a nail or a needle, broke my skin near my jaw. Then, before his other fang even touched me, he pulled away.
“What am I thinking.” He laughed and looked at the seller. “Were you just going to let me eat him and not pay for him first?”
A wave of conversation washed over me. I could suddenly understand everyone. The vampire before me, in a vest with a black button down, took out a wallet and handed over some cash money to the person beside me. Then he looked back at me, looking up and down my body.
“What’s all this you have on you?” He asked.
I looked down at myself, the guns and knives and crosses that were supposed to be tucked away in my pockets were now hanging by their chains. My bag of garlic was missing as were the wooden stake crosses I should have had strapped to my back.
“Go ahead, speak.” He said.
I opened my mouth but my body was still in shock from being bitten. My vocal chords won’t work, not to mention I didn’t speak any of the vampiric languages.
“You’re a hunter, aren’t you?” He spoke coldly. “Can I play a game with you? Since you can’t speak just listen. I’ll cut your rope and you can do one of two things. One: you may run. The exit is just down this far hall and you take a left at the fork. Or two: you can submit to me by falling to your knees and not get up.” I glared at him as he smiled. “Do you think you can get past all these vampires unscathed? Let’s begin.”
He took the knife that was dangling from my side and slashed the rope behind my back. I lost my balance with the sudden release of strain on my hands. On my knees, I slowly raised my head and looked at him. Taking a deep breath, I shut my eyes. Then I stood up and bolted straight down the hall, past him and all the other vampires. I broke my hands out of the last of the rope and shook them. Rubbing the trickle of blood off my neck, I looked at my hand and smirked.
All my good weapons were gone. I pulled the gun from my waist and held it tightly by me. I snatched that hat off of someone I passed. Putting it on my head I realized It was not a good enough disguise. I could see heads turning as I rushed by. Up ahead I could see a dead end. Breathing as carefully as possible while running for my life, I saw a door off to the side. I threw it open and ran inside. The first vampire on the other side of the door got smacked over the head with my gun. He stumbled back and stared at me.
I felt a cold hand wrap around my wrist. It was pulling my inside where kids lay dead all around my feet. I jerked away from it and tried to get myself back out into the hall. Someone tripped me and grabbed my arms to pull me into a group of three hungry jaws. I could see fangs closing in on me from all angles. My gun dryfired, they had taken all the bullets too. Accepting the last moment of my life, I was calmed by the thought that I had fought up to the very end. The gang hopefully would find resolve in knowing, or at least believe that.
Then I felt a tug on my neck. I fell out of the grasps of the three men who had surrounded me. A gentle arm was placed around my collarbone. The vampire with gray eyes bent down beside my head. I felt a cloth wrap it’s way around my neck.
“Sorry boys, this one’s taken.” He said and kissed my hairline.
He finished wrapping my neck with the transparent cloth and a light glowed from my neck for an instant. I could see, in the reflection of a large button on the cloak of the man in front of me that a black symbol somewhat like the outline of a forest had appeared right over the wound on my neck. The vampire then turned me around by using his arm as leverage and started walking me back the way we came.
I pulled away from him, ducking out from under his arm. As I tried to run, my head whipped back. The vampire was holding my hood and he was pulling me down the dark hall. His glowing eyes cast a gaze at me that I could only read as ‘where do you think you’re going?’ And I turned around to walk beside him. His instructions to get to the exit had been accurate and it occurred to me that if I had done what he said I might have been able to escape.
He shoved the door open and we were out of the auction room and in the cold night air. I looked up at the sky. There was still a lot of black smoke in the air, blocking out the sun. It couldn’t have been very long since I was kidnapped. The darkness the vampire’s polluted the sky with only lasted 13 days. I had been kidnapped on the fourth day of darkness.
“Have you found your voice yet?” He asked as we stood just outside of the building.
I shook my head no, not even wanting to try.
“That on your neck will keep any other vampire from snacking on you.” He said and then reached down and put a leather bracelet on my wrist. “This will force you to obey me. No, you can not take it off.”
I jerked my hand away and tried to find the clip but it had disappeared. In its place was the same tree outline thing that was on my neck. He watched me studying it. Then, before I was done trying to figure out what it was, his hand touched my chin. I looked up at him quickly.
“You’re very cute.” He said.
I pulled away from him, blushing slightly.
“What is your name?”
I kept my eyes off him and looked at the cracked cement. He knew I couldn’t answer but still he looked at me.
“Did they bite you, the others? Is that why your voice is still gone?”
I turned over my wrist to show him a long bloody gash. He made a face and grabbed my hand. I watched with wide eyes as he dropped to one knee and kissed the blood on my hand. Jerking my hand away, I watched him lick his lips and stand up. He took a small bandage from his pocket and held it out to me. I gently took it and wrapped my wound. My stomach was turning over and I felt cold.
“You look quite pale.” He said and placed his hand on top of my head. “You’re taking to this badly.”
I looked to him, my knees shaking beneath me. The world was fuzzy and I felt like I could have fallen over at any moment. The vampire turned his back to me and knelt down.
“I’ll carry you home.” He said and looked back at me. “Some kids just don’t take well to being bitten.”
I gently reached out and touched his back, if only to stabilize myself. Then I felt myself give out and I fell into him. I couldn’t even keep my head up as he lifted me up onto his back. Resting my head on my arm, I couldn’t see where he was taking me. I tried to hold on, afraid he would drop me if I didn’t. But my mind slipped into black.
I work up in bed and sat straight up. It was still dark out. My heart was racing. I grabbed my shirt and held it just to make sure I was really awake. As I looked around I quickly realized I was not in my room. I got up and went to the door immediately. It was unlocked. I started into a hallway and up some stairs, as quiet as I could. At the top I could see a living room and a big door. I knew that was the front door, and it was right there, no more that ten feet away from me.
The vampire was sitting on the couch with his back to the door. It looked like he was reading a newspaper or something. All I had to do was walk silently behind him to the door and then run for my life and there would be no way he could find me. I started creeping across the carpet, my eyes glued to him.
He didn’t move a muscle but said. “Good morning.”
I stood there praying that someone else would answer. He could have been on the phone or maybe there was someone I couldn’t see in the room or some pet. No one else said anything but I didn’t dare to move.
“Don’t make me chase you down and kill you.” He said and then set down the newspaper and looked over his shoulder at me. “Come over here and sit down.”
I looked at the door and then slowly walked over to the couch and sat on the ottoman. He smiled at me and nodded. My heart was not pounding as quickly now but I was still staring down the door.
“The primary reason I got you was to snack on you.”
My eyes snapped back to him. “I-”
I had nothing to hold over him, no bargaining cards, nothing to offer him or take away from him. Taking a deep breath I looked right into his cold gray eyes.
“I have a request. Please kill me. I couldn’t stand eating other humans so please don’t turn me.”
His face twisted into a smile. He laughed quietly.
“Don’t worry, you won’t be dead for a long time.” He stood up and walked over to the window to look out over the black town. “I’ll just drink a little from you every now and again. That’s the way it used to be, harvesting blood from a few humans instead of culling hundreds.”
“So-” I looked at him standing there. “So I’m going to be a cow? A sheep? A tortured soul who you torment for years?”
“I sure hope not.” He turned around and smiled at me. “I’d like it if you willingly let me drink from you. And I’ll try to keep you happy.”
I shook my head and took a step back. A loud bang came from outside and I jolted looking out the window by the door.
“It’s just some kids playing with there food.” He said. “You know how they’ll eat just about anything they can catch.”
Thank you for reading! If this post gets 15 likes I’ll post part 2!