Immortal Love Book #2. Evil

15. "Finally, I find you"

Three days had passed, and I knew nothing of the outside world, and by outside world I meant anything outside our prison cell. Alexander had been sleeping a lot, and by that I meant almost as much as me, and he still refused to drink from me any time the voice from the speaker told him to. Three times a day someone would bring me food, and Alexander would occasionally eat with me, saying it could help him feel less hungry, but something told me he wasn't feeling less hungry at all.

The forth day began just like the others, I woke up wishing I had never come here, and Alexander woke up at around the same time as me. I wondered if we woke up at the beginning of the day or the night, I also wondered if I would find out soon. I looked over to my right side, seeing Alexander still laying in bed, looking at the ceiling. His skin was paler, with a subtle grey undertone, and his usually flawless pink lips were dry and chapped. His eyes weren't as blue as they were the first time I saw them, and his usually silky hair looked lifeless. He didn't look all that different overall, but there were little things that if you looked closer, you would realize he was slowly dying, and I was slowly losing my mind. Alexander couldn't die, he was the only thing in here keeping me sane. I wouldn't last a day alone inside this cell.

"Are you okay?" Alexander asked, half sitting on the bed, probably noticing my panicked expression. I thought of asking him the same question.

"I'm fine." I said, and then I sighed. I sat up on the bed and I ran my hands over my face, wishing I would open my eyes and be back in my bed in Santa Mon. That didn't happen. "How do you feel?" I asked him that every morning, and he would always say the same.

"As good as new." I didn't have to be a psychic to know he wasn't telling the truth. Alexander ran his hands through his hair and took a deep breath.

"Are you sure you won't--" I was interrupted.

"I won't die, Stella." he said to me for the fifteenth time since we got here. "How many times do I need to tell you?" he asked, annoyed. I didn't know whether I should believe him.

The little red light on the corner of the speaker turned to green, which indicated someone was about to speak. Everyday, around this time, a voice would inform us of the subjects that would be 'interrogated' during the day. Alexander had a number 0n his back, 321. I didn't have one. On the forth day of our misery, the voice said this:

"The subjects for today are: 214, 283, 145, 93, 253, and..." they took a second, and then continued. "321. I've been looking forward to that last one." and then the light turned red again. I looked at Alexander, trying to decipher his expression.

"Great." he exclaimed turning to his side, facing the wall.

The last three days I had spent laying on my back wondering about things. I wondered what was happening, where Dennis was, what they wanted from us, if I would ever see the people I loved again, and so on. I wondered about a lot, as usual, but the thing that had been keeping me the most uneasy lately was knowing Alexander and Dennis were in pain, and that there was nothing I could do to help them. Maybe today would be the day something good would happen, maybe being chosen was a good thing. I thought as I looked at the ceiling, hoping for something to change.

Suddenly, the door opened. Me and Alexander sat up and looked at it. Alexander and I learnt pretty early on that the door being open didn't mean we were free, mainly because there was a seal around the room, and we couldn't get out. I thought maybe breakfast was coming, but it seemed a little early for that. Besides, there was no one there. I frowned.

"What do you think--?" I didn't finish my own question. Alexander didn't even get to hear it, because before he could, he sprinted towards the door with vampire speed, but he didn't get far.