Assasins Blood

Chapter 4

I lay in bed that night staring at the (now clean) ceiling thinking over the last few hours. After Dr Maelstrom had sealed the deal I was quickly removed from the room, the 4 guards had to support me I could barely stand, I could have sworn I went into shock, except monsters like me don’t  go into shock. I am a vampire. Vampires don’t go into shock. But I was frozen as I left that room. It had happened, I had been sold. It wasn’t what I was prepared for though, I was prepared for a middle aged man to buy me and then ‘take me to his leader’ who was likely to be even older, ugly and mean. I had not been prepared for a handsome stranger to buy me for the princely sum of $15 billion! I was not prepared to discover that he had the same heartbeat as me. I was not prepared for the hope that blossomed in my chest. For even though I had promised Tessa that this was what I wanted, that I might be able to get out of this imprisonment buy being bought, I had never actually believed it, but now I did.

The rest of the evening had passed by in a blur; I vaguely remembered commotion as I had left the room with the giant doors. Some shouting, what sounded like a punch and then the release of calming gas were just some of the sounds that emanated from the room where I had been auctioned. At my room I had been met by Tessa who had helped me to take off all of the makeup and got me in my shocked state into bed. She had left me for a minute to get me some blood. God I was an emotional wreak and I hate emotion! For the first time I was as uncertain about my past as I was about my future. This man had raised questions for me that I thought were already answered. Dr Maelstrom had told me how I came to be, I was created in a test tube and raised from there. He said I was the only one, he said that I was special, that there was no other one like me. Now I knew this to be false.

That man… I didn’t even know his name. I turned over, the questions buzzing around in my head like bees. The thought made me shudder – I don’t like bees. One summer, I must have been about 12, I was playing in the courtyard (with a gun) when I found a bees nest stuck right onto the side of the building (building 3 – the one I hate – for multiple reasons).  You have probability guessed how I found it – I shot it. By accident of course – but did the bees listen to me saying that? Did they heck. They swarmed out and attacked me. I was left with about a hundred bee stings and a permanently scarred psyche. Now I hate bees. Well off on a tangent there. But you get the picture – my thoughts were going mad. I wanted to ask him so many questions – like why did his heart beat match mine? Why did he pour 15 billion into buying me? Why did he completely ignore me? And most of all I wanted to know his name. Stupid I know, but still…

I replayed these questions over and over all night, I swear I didn’t get a wink of sleep. I was wide awake when I heard a timid knock on the door at 6am. Normally I would kill anyone who woke me up this early, but since I was awake anyway, I didn’t think it made much difference. I wandered to the door putting my hand to my mouth to stifle a yawn. God, I was so tired! I opened the door on an incredibly scared looking scientist – I think it was the same one that  bumped into me yesterday – I didn’t care enough to remember if it was him, but I thought I recognised him from somewhere. 

“What do you want?” I questioned him, in a voice that would probably sound better if I had been gargling nails.

“Trish told me to tell you that she would be here in 10 minutes and to wake up properly before she came and to please start brushing your hair” he spoke in a voice which would have been inaudible had I not had incredible hearing. Just to irritate him asked him to repeat it, which he did. He was reading from a piece of paper, which I was sure Trish had given him. I smiled inwardly and again asked him to repeat himself. He did so again. I was on the verge of laughing – he was so scared! It was like he thought I was going to eat him any second. Lost in my musings I failed to notice that he had said something to me.