Love me like a human

Chapter x-7

Hello again! 

For what seemed like an eternity I couldn't move with the pain, slipping occasionally out of conciousness and back again. When I finally found the strength to sit up without passing out, sweat and blood caked my boday, my hair in clumps and my nails feeling disgusting. The silvers effect on my body was wearing off, telling me I only had a limited amount of time.

I never really believed in vampires before. My dad would tell me stories about them, but this was a very, very long time ago. He would tell me of great wars, battles between the two kinds, and the hatred spawned afterwards by the decimated vampires. A wolf alone would never be able to take one down, but we had much vaster numbers and didn't rely on human blood. 

Atleasy that was what he would tell me before my mother would slap him upside the head for frightening me and Max again. 

I could feel myself changing, my wolf fighting to hang on, whilst I was healing and getting stronger already. This isn't good. 

Looking down at my shackles, I realised it was either my life or my foot.

So I broke it.

It was pretty easy, the bone felt pretty light and my disentangled foot slid out of the cuff whilst I held in my screams with all my might. I ripped off part of my leggings, so now both knees were showing, and wrapped my ankle up tight to stop the blood flow and help the healing process.

Unfortunately I didn't have the luxury of time to let it heal, so propping myself up on my hands, I got up on one leg, desperately trying to not use the other.

I hopped around for about three minutes before realising this wasn't going to work. I got back down on my hands, looking a bit like a dog with a leg missing, and found an unatural knew balance and coordination to my movements.

Evad didn't seem to use a key, so I reached the handle and pushed the door out into the hallway.

My eyes didn't need to adjust this time, so I creeped out into the corridor, noticing there were stairs on either side. So I'm guessing this is some kind of dungeon.

Who the hell has a dungeon?

I took the stairs to me left, sneaking towards the first sight of natural light I had seen since I had gotten here. At the top of the stairs the corridor widened slightly, and judging by the pictures and windows this seemed to be a normal living space.

Except for the smell.

Too late I saw the person coming round the corner, my instincts making me jump up and into the nearest room. My eyes widened, I looked down at my ankle, waiting for the sharp pain, but all that came was this dull ache as if I hadn't strecthed. I ripped the cloth of and saw it was slightly crooked, but nearly healed. 

Guess I can walk now then. Looking up, I noticed the room I was in was similar to a living room. There was a sofa, a TV, and to the side a shelf full of books. 

How civilised.

I saw a window, and walked towards it slowly. I fumbled with the lock but it wouldn't budge. I was about to turn around when I heard running back down the hall, and a muffled "She's escaped!" being called.

Well, doors have always been for unimaginative people.

I grabbed a chair near the books, it was good quality oak with a cushion stitched on the seat. How pretty.

Smashing the window, I dived through and flipped in the air before landing in a crouch. Ahead of me I saw another man, hanging up some laundry. He spun and looked shocked to see a girl as dirty as me jumping through a window.