The Vampire's Siren

Chapter 7

"What are you doing here?" I ask, backing against the wall.

Susan laughs, stepping forward. "Did you think I wouldn't know exactly where Jasper and Jackson would run to? And do you really think I don't know what you are?"

"But why are you here?" I cross my arms.

"To get you." She steps forward again.

"Why?" I try my best not to panic. Why is she here? What do I do? How can I defend myself against such an old Vampire?

"I just told you." She rolled her eyes. In an instant she's right in front of me. Her hand flies over my mouth. "Don't you dare scream." I nod vigorously. "I won't have to kill Jackson if you come with me now."

I can't do anything but nod again, as a tear runs down my cheek. I can't let her hurt Jackson.

"Good. Now, sleep." She orders, and I can't fight it. I immediately close my eyes, and my body falls into her arms.

The next time I open my eyes, I'm in a small, unfamiliar room. The ceiling is a dingy brown, and I'm on a bed, chained to the wall. I experimentally tug on my chain, but it doesn't give at all.

"Ah, you're awake." Susan says, entering the room.

"Where are we?" I ask, wary of her. Even if she raised me to think she was my mom, she didn't do a good job. Especially lately.

"Somewhere in the mountains, you don't need to know." She sighs, sitting on the bed. "Thankfully, you had a good breakfast, so your blood should be nice and tasty." She licks her lips.

"Wait!" I scamper to the end of the bed, as far from her as I can.

"Why?" She laughs. "Do you really think I'd just bite you?"

"Isn't that your plan?" I wrap my arms around myself.

"Well, originally, sure." She laughs. "But then you ungrateful rats had to kick me out of my own house. And since they've told you everything, and this stupid Pack is after me, I need to raise money to start over."

"How are you going to do that?" I unwrap my arms.

"There's this thing called a 'Black Market,' Chelsea." She snickers.

"DON'T USE THAT NAME." I seethe at her.

"Whatever." She waves me off. "Anyways, I can make good money off your blood. I'm sure you've been told that a Siren's blood is like a drug to Vampires."

I nod, following her thought process.

"So, what we're going to do is keep you healthy, take a bag or two every other day, and sell them." She says, standing from the bed.

"For how long?" I ask, emotionless.

"As long as it takes to get as much as I want." She says, occupied with getting supplies from the dresser next to the bed. "And there is absolutely nothing that you can do about it."

I sit there, numb. I can't do anything. She's right. All I can do is sit here, letting her take my blood. I can eat, sleep, and bathe, but on a chain or under supervision most likely. But I can't escape.

"What will happen to Jackson?" I ask in a quiet voice.

"Well..." She hums, getting her tools set up. She puts on a mask resembling a gas mask, likely so she can't smell my blood. "It won't be pleasant." Her voice is slightly muffled as she sticks the needle in, and gets to work collecting a bag of blood. "It will be like an extreme case of pneumonia. He won't be able to function after a while. And when he gets to that point, he'll be as weak as a human. Then he'll start going through withdrawal symptoms similar to that of a human's when they're getting off of drugs. Then his body will shut down, and he'll go into a deep, coma-like sleep. And barring a miracle, he'll stay that way, and it will be easy to kill him." She explains, as my blood fills the bag.