Size Matters

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Sitting upright in my bed, I checked my alarm clock. It was eight pm which means that the start of a normal day begins in the fantastic world of vampires.

Goody.

I used to think my days here were terrifying and obviously my first day was the most frightening. I remember getting an introduction to the prison! There was actually a vampire showing me around to my room, the dining room and the leisure room! (This didn’t actually contain much apart from lots of places to park your wheelchair and televisions to watch re-runs or vampire network TV—which was mainly horror shows). To be honest, I didn't pay much attention to the fiery, red headed Scotsman, who seemed too normal to be a vampire.

Well, that was until he fed on me that evening.

I even remember him showing me how to get the television to register my voice so it would turn on and that we were not allowed to go out of our cells unless we were in our wheelchairs. I think they were the only things I remembered, oh and apart from the weird nocturnal time schedule we had to adjust to, to suit the vampires. My other thoughts were on how to escape when the vampire finally turns his back on me.

Anyway, morning meant breakfast time and entering the dining room I spot the coarse, black hair of a man. His back was turned to me, but I knew that that pitch-black hair complimented his dark brown eyes. It fit nicely with his cute, tanned and rounded face. I called his name and steered myself in his direction.

“Zec!”   He turned around to see who had called him, which I thought was a bit stupid as he knew my voice. He found me rushing towards him and grinned.

I reached the table as soon as his cockney accent filled my ears. “Alright Ava? I haven't seen ya in a while. How'ya been?”

“I've been as good as I'm ever gonna be in this place, Zec.” I sighed as he handed me a bottle of coke.

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” he replied. Somehow, I had a very hard time believing that. Zec was the most laid-back person I knew and I don't think he seems to realise what a hell-hole this place is. Maybe it was because he was already in prison before the revolution happened.

Zec is a handsome man, only nineteen and has jet black hair. I had a huge school girl crush on him when we first met here, those eleven months ago. That was until I found out he was imprisoned for stealing a sonic car. He wasn’t in there for long, just a few months. But his mental state couldn’t cope with the pressure of that claustrophobic place. And now, being imprisoned by monsters in a smaller place, I am truly convinced he has gone off his rockers.

His hazel eyes bored into mine and I couldn’t help but smile. He was my only true friend, well apart from Sov that is. Sov is a twenty four year old blonde, with an enormous grin. She is a trained firewoman and was working in the trade for nearly six years. She was happily married with two young beautiful children Jak and Mek. Well, she said they were beautiful; I had never actually met them.

And never will, because her husband and children were killed in the battle between the human race and the supernatural’s.

As if right on cue, Sov strolled right up to us and plopped her super-sized drink down on the table while mumbling, “Alright guys?” It was obvious that the stress of this place was getting to her too and by the looks of things, she’s taking it out on herself again. I grabbed her wrist and pulled it to my face, she tried to pull it away from me, but I held it in place. There over her blue throbbing vein, were about five, large nail scratches. I sighed, let go of her wrist and again, was grateful that the vampires wouldn’t let her nails grow long enough to actually cut the vein.