The Fourth Horseman

Blood And Bone

I had been locked in this room for days, weeks, months, who knows. I had lost all track of time. I began to lose faith Jay would find me, slowly coming to terms with the idea I would die here all alone. No one left to miss me, no one to even know I'm gone. My captors were ruthless. They would cut me and drip my blood into vials. I had a broken arm which was badly bent to the side and twisted. My left foot had been shattered so I could not walk. They liked to beat me and watch me crawl and hide. They enjoyed it.

It was three vampires; two large men and a smaller blonde. The same woman who had taken me from my home that night. They rarely talked to me and instead hissed in my face or screamed obscenities at me when I could no longer move. I was a shell of the woman I once was.

In my solitude I began to deconstruct myself. I was learning my brash attitude and resilience for hardships in life was nothing but a very thick outer layer. It had come in handy to make me brave in all sorts of situations. It had grew and hardend starting in my childhood. I could not change the things going on around me no matter how much I wanted them to.

I adapted to my surroundings and found a way to accept those things I could not change and allow them to develop my character. I had always thought the hardness was so strong the striated ridges went all the way to my core but I was wrong. Underneath the thick layer I was weak and scared. My once strong and courageous spirit was protected by those layers of brawn and courage. Here my captors had shattered it like an eggshell. What was once strong and stable was left crumbled and withered. I had become something I loathed in my past life. A coward.

I hated the situation I was in. I began to accept the torture that found me throughout the days and nights. Sometimes it was quick and they would leave me alone for hours. Other times it would last hours and I would only get a tiny reprieve in between the shifts they would take.

One of the male vampires seemed to take pity on me and would lessen the torture. He would not cut so deep and he did not hit me. I was scared of him the most because I could tell he wanted something else from me. He did not want my blood as bad as the other two, he wanted something else and I knew it was only a matter of time before he became brave enough to take what he wanted.

I was an open book to my captors. I let them do what they wanted to me without hesitation. What could I do? I was a human, and their strength was no match for my fading body. I began to welcome the idea of peace that would come over me when I took my last breath. Death would find me, but not how I imagined. This death has no face or strong arms to hold me. The death coming for me was as silent as a breeze. My sun was setting and I was waiting for that soft breeze to come and carry me away.

I had yet to come up with a motive for my abduction. I mean I knew it had to be related to Jay in some way or another but what was the actual reason. What end result could these vampires be hoping for. If they thought they could control Jay in some fashion through me I believe they are sadly mistaken. The reality of my situation is Jay has been roaming this earth for 300 years, I've been here all of 25 and knew Jay for a blink of an eye in the grand scheme of his life. I have no power over Jay. And them thinking they could have power over Jay through me was their downfall.

I had become a pawn in a game I didn't even know I was playing. No concept of the rules or how to become the Victor, just here, completely oblivious to rhyme or reason for the game. The real question here is do I actually care. Do I have any more fucks to give. Straight away the answer is no. I had slipped so far into the abyss I was neither here nor there. I found some comfort in knowing I would never clearly see the winner. Hopefully by then I would be long dead.

In walked female vampire as soon as I started to slip into an unrestful sleep. She slithers over to my body laying broken on the hard cement floor. She tosses me a small piece of stale bread and sets a cup of dirty water down beside me. I had no hunger or thirst anymore. I had given up.

"Eat that bread and drink this water. Your withering away and I want you alive so Jay can see what you have become. See how fucking weak and feeble you are. How could one so great love something so small? He will come for you, I can promise this. Your state of life or death on his arrival is up to you."

By broken voice whispers "what do you want with me? What can I possible do to help your cause. Who are you?"

"I am Cora, Jay's true match and love of more than 50 years. You think your the only one who was able to charm the heart of Death? Your mistaken sweet girl. You are but a moment in his long life, I am the bedrock. He will come for you and when he does I want him to see the error of his ways. He will not forsake me for a withering human, rotting in her own filth. You are too weak for Death. Consider yourself the fool if you ever thought otherwise."

"My friend here has become soft towards you. He has requested something from you I am all but too happy to give him. I don't know why he would want to fuck a creature so vile but he does. So you will acquiesce."
The vampires male crept into the room behind Cora and looked at my broken body. " Jameson will want you even less now that you have been fucked by another. I cannot wait to see his face when he looks upon you, the amount of disgust will be palpable. All the better."
She turned and left the room, closing the door behind her.

The man came over to me and picked me up and carried me out of the room. He took me to the room beside mine where the table they would strap me down to drain blood resided. He laid me on the table and grabbed a pair of scissors. He began to cut off my remaining shreds of clothing, dirty and ripped.

I just laid there, no feeling other than pain and shame. I imagined looking down on my body like they say a spirit does when the frame is too broken to go on. Looking down at its home the spirit watches as the body cools and the skin turns to pale white because the blood becomes stagnant and still. I watched myself, being prepared for rape.