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Chapter 33

SHORT CHAPTER ALERT!!!

Mia's POV

After half an hour the door handle started moving. I jumped up scared that Dante was back.

But it couldn't be him. He wouldn't struggle so much with openening the door, since he had the key.
It could be Aldric. But again he wouldn't have left the meeting without Dante following. The struggling stopped and silence filled the room.

Something could be heard though. The person on the otherside was picking the lock. My heart started to race. I didn't know who would want to come in this room. Maybe someone who wanted to kill the prince? That wouldn't be new.

The door swung open and in walked an unfamilliar face.

- Who the hell are you?!

The man in his mid fourties chuckled.

- Just like your mother.

The voice was familliar but still felt unknown. It felt like jaimes vu.

I moved back into the corner as he walked closer. His tall figure soon towering over me.

I didn't pay attention to how I put my legs and they got stuck together.
I fell down on the floor and into the corner.

Great! Now I'm totally trapped!
Yohoo Mia!

I congratulated myself then internally slapped myself. The tall man bent down to my level and lifted up my chin. His hands were cold as ice. Guess he was a blood sucker too.

He chuckled at my helpless state and reached in his pocket.

My eyes widened at the sight of the syringe filled with liquid.

Not again.

What was with vampires kidnapping and drugging the other. Honestly they need to go see a doctor. This wasn't normal. They weren't in the right state of mind. Probably mentally ill. That would explain why they're all so weird. Except for Aldric. He's a great man. I moved up against the wall as he reached his hand towards me.

- What do you want?! Let me go!!

The blood sucker caught my arm and held it down. His grip was too tight for me to be able to move my hand but I kept scratching with my free hand until I drew blood. He didn't even seem fazed by my scratching. This blood sucker kept a dttait face the whole way through my struggling.
My moving and straining didn't make him loosen his grip. Actually it did the total opposite. I was sure it was going to leave a mark. A pretty bad one actually. He started touching my arm like he was looking fkr something. Soon I ralized he was looking for a point to enter the liquid from the syringe into my arm. I figured if I kelt moving he wouldn't find it. Atlest nkt that easily, and maybe someone would come back in and help me.

Sadly that wasn't exactly what happened. I failed to keep moving and fighg against him. My energy ran out and I became weaker. After finding the right point he plunged the syringe in my arm and pushed the liquid inside. I hoped it would just make me pass out for a bit. Nothing serious.

I started to feel light headed and sleepy.

- What did you do with me...

My voice was weak and quiet.
Almost too quiet.

He didn't reply. Or maybe I just didn't hear. I was fighting to stay awake. But the liquid was too much to handle.

...

I woke up in a cold dark room. My body felt numb and I couldn't move. My head felt too heavy to lift. I laid there in one place freezing. Finally gathering all my strength to lift up my body I sat up.

I looked around the cold dim room. It was morning. The sunlight made it's way through a small crack in the wall.

I turned my head when I heard the large metal door openening.
I saw the same man walk in.

- What do you want?

My voice was raspy and my head hurt really badly. I just wanted another nap and a big glass of water. My mouth was dry like a desert.

He shut the door behind him and grabbed a chair from the corner.

He turned it around and sat down with his legs apart towards me resting his head on his arm.

- Where am I?

I asked in attempt to get him to answer. I looked at him with fury in my eyes. I had enough of being dragged from one place to another.

- Have they told you, you talk too much?

He asked rubbing his temples.

- I don't care what they told me! let me go you son of a bitch!!

- I see your master hasn't taught you any discipline.

What was with these guys and respect?! Didn't they know you have to earn someones respect? And drugging them and then carrying them to god knows where, isn't something that will make you respect them. They weren't that important. Maybe they call them If someone wants to die but doesn't want to commit suicide. I don't see what else they're good for.

I sighed.

- You think you deserve respect?

I scoffed

His amused smile dropped from his face and he stood up. And that's when I messed up. Why don't I ever think before talking.

He walked over to me and pulled me up by my hair. My legs were still very weak and I stayed on the gorund. I started whimmpering as the pain was too much to bare. I tried to show almost no reaction.

My legs finally started working and I stood up. He harshly slammed me against the wall, and grabbed my throat, squeezing it tight making it harder to breath by the second. I felt like the veins in my neck were going to pop.

I tried hitting his hands but I was more focused on breathing.

- Just like your mother. Fierce.

His voice was cold with a hint of amusment.

- W-what d-do you know a-about my m-mother?

The bottled up anger inside me was starting to hit the surface. My tears were about to fall if not for the strong hand on my neck almost killing me.

He made sure I could breath a little so it would be a slow and painful death. I kicked him a few times in the crotch aswell but nothing seemed to work.

- Well I was the one that put her out of her misery.

My eyes widened. The man standing infront of me was Hayden...

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