To Escape

To Escape - 5 - Fight Me!

 ^^^^ For the beautiful cover she made

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The door opened a crack,

“You can come in now,” was sternly directed at me.

Cautiously I stepped into the room. It was beautifully decorated, it was a study. An old fireplace gently crackled away the flames licking at the stonewall behind it. A huge rug adorned the floor with faded patterns showing years of use. In the corner of the room was a mahogany desk with lots of papers and files neatly stacked away on it; a leather chair was tucked neatly behind it.  A few official looking chairs were angled around the desk. Around the room were bookcases lined up against the wall as if they would fall down and smother you in an instant. 

  The thing I noticed in this place was that there was not many windows… just dim lamplight.  I saw a figure limp on the floor, was that his ‘food’?

  My eyes fixed on the two figures. Raven and the vampire.

 Was Raven a vampire as well?

 

“Miss Helsing we meet again, let me introduce myself properly I am Christopher Ashmoore and this is my butler Raven Blackwood,” said on-my-next-to-slay-list-vampire.

Pffft… are we in the 19th Century on something, a butler, seriously, what type of people are they.

 

“You got it wrong Mr. Ashmoore its not Miss Helsing…” I sneered.

“Then what is it?” He questioned.

I thought for a moment, I needed to make up a second name – why was I going brain dead at this very moment! Collins, that surname stuck in my head, it was the family name of my old trainer.

“Collins!”  I said stuttered out… then I continued, “Alexandria Collins.” And that was a big fat lie.

I knew he could see past my lie by the expression on his face.

“Collins, eh?” he mocked.

“As much as I would like to talk I really should be going now,” I replied hastily.

I turned around on myself and started towards the door.

“Not so fast, Raven stop her.”

Within 10 mille-seconds I was forced onto my knees in one swift movement, Raven had hold of my wrists twisting them in a awkward position behind my back. I couldn’t move an inch.

“I don’t have time for your games Miss Helsing,” Christopher said lazily.

“I don’t have times for yours neither, what do you want from me?!” I demanded.

“Well I find your attitude disrespecting, but I can’t let you go. I can kill you right now If I wanted to” he walked towards his desk and opened a draw and he picked up MY stake. He carried on, “do you know the amount of vampires you have assassinated?” he provoked pointing the tip of the stake at my throat. I trembled.

“Four hundred and twenty two of you leeches and you know what? They all deserved it.” I snapped, “Why do you find your retarded vampire race so superior, WHY? You’re the murderers, killing humans just to satisfy yourself I find it revolting!”

He grinned. WHAT THE HELL WHAT A FREAK, I thought.

“That’s more of the spirit Helsing go on, fight me!” He said excited.

“I find you pathetic, wanting to fight a girl,” I remarked.

 And with that I spat right at him. Hopefully I didn’t want to end up like his ‘meal’ on the floor.

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                                  Electrifying