Blood Won't Stain This Floor.

Chapter Four; You're a What?

What an odd dream..

Tiredly, I opened my eyes and tried to stretch my arms in front of me, but my arms were trapped on something.

Weird? My arms must be stuck under the covers..

Detirminedly I tried to wiggle my arms free but to no avail so instead I decided to open my eyes.

"Oh god no." I murmured, looking around myself at the small, dark and bloodstained room.

And that's when the events of last night rushed back into my head.

The concert, the walk home, the kidnapping, Blade's face.

I need to get out of here, I'm not safe here, that guy. That guy Eric, the Jersey killer. Is probably only a few rooms away..

Look around properly I noticed one window high up on the wall to the right of me and a small television to the left of me, there's also a chipped wooden door directly in front of me.

Wait.. A window. If I can just get out of these bonds, then I can break it with my shirt over my fist an-

"Don't even think about it." Eric grunted as the door swung open and whacked the wall loudly.

"Do-don't think a-about what?" I stuttered not-so-innocently.

"Escaping. Because it won't happen LaChiavetta. And your little Salvatore won't come help you either." Eric snarled, closing the door behind him and leaning against it.

"You know, you would look so much more appealing without the snarl." I muttered, narrowing my eyes.

"What?" Eric asked, obviously taken aback by my comment.

"I said. You would look much cuter and more attractive if you smiled." I hissed as anger flared through my kidnappers' eyes.

I probably shouldn't have said that.. Me and my snarky remarks will get me killed one day.

"You shut up! Or you'll regret saying anything. I can kill you like this." He shouted, snapping his fingers in my face.

"No. You wouldn't do that. I know all about your killings, and that isn't your style. You can't kill me anyway. You need me for something. That much I know." I smirked, ignoring my minds protests for me to just shut up.

"I might just need you for blood, sweetie. You seen Blade, you have seen proof. I'm a vampire, and I will hurt you." He explained, narrowing his eyes at me.

"You're a.. A- what? Bull." I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.

And then he did something I should have expected..

Eric slapped me.

"Please? You think that hurts? My mother slaps harder than you! I still have the bloody bruise! See? So if you want to kill? FINE. KILL ME. I don't give a damn." I sneered, staring my kidnapper in the eyes.

"You are one crazy whore, LaChiavetta. I might just keep you around. Blood bag and all that." Eric chuckled while walking out of the room.

"Don't leave me in here! No! Hey! Stop!" I shouted as the door closed in front of me.

For all I know he could come back with a knife..

He does slap harder than my mother, I should mention. But that's explainable for what he is.

Blade's P.O.V

I let her slip right through my fingers. I'm such an idiot! What will Marcus say? Oh God. Marcus.