Prey

Chapter 8

There was a time when I was in first grade that I believed that I would grow up to become pretty, and have boys chasing after me. And then, in the 9th grade I finally figured it out. I was a total loser. With glasses that covered half my face, messy blond hair that was always thrown up in a bun, and freckles that sprinkled every inch of me. So of course people made fun of me with their clever ass names. "Cow face." "Four Eyes." etcetera, etcetera. (Que me, rolling my names at all the dummies who come up with these name.)

Now that I am a prisoner in this hellhole, I imagined what I could have done differently to gain attention. Of course I would always be the freak. The weird book nerd, the weird girl obsessed with Star Trek, Star Wars, LOTR, etc. But maybe I could've actually tried to get the attention of one single boy. But now I would never get the chance, because I was surrounded by a bunch of blood suckers. Not all of them were bad, some were actually really hot. But they had the potential to kill.

So do humans...

I look up at my cell. It seemed to be a legit prison cell. The walls were wet stone, and the door was metal, and could only be opened from the outside. It made a giant CREEEKing sound whenever it opened. Usually it meant that I was gonna get food, or they would bring me to a restroom where I could shower every other day.

But today, Darren came in.

I sit up straight, and look at him. Then I roll my eyes, and start to pick at my fingernails. "Why am I being held in here?" I ask for what seems like the billionth time. The bed felt like it was beginning to meld into my skin, and I felt like I was going crazy staring at the same stone ceiling. I'm surprised I hadn't grown a beard, but I guess that mostly only happens to guys. Maybe they would sell me to the circus as the Bearded Lady. But as I run my hand over my face, I don't feel any scratchy hair on my chin. I almost forgot Darren was in the room while I was zoning out until he cleared his throat.

"Did you hear anything that I just said?" I smile sheepishly up at him. Then mutter an apology. He sighs. "For your own safety. My kind would like to get their hands on you. Or mostly their fangs." He laughs at his supposed joke, then turns serious once more. "Anyway, I was assigned to come get you." He grabs my arm, and shoves me out of the cell. I almost jump with glee, or do a little kick into the air, but I decide against it. That would be weird.

"Where are we going?" Darren rolls his eyes, and keeps a firm grip on my elbow. "You're starting to hurt me." I squirm in his tight hold, trying to break free. Only, vampires are really strong, and I skipped gym classes in school.

We enter a bigger room made completely from marble, even the chairs in the center of the room are marble. But they have cushions on them. And vampires. Surprise, surprise. I glance up at Darren, then at the girl in the center chair in the center of the room. I try to smile, but I can't quite get my muscles to work as I look at her. Her dark eyes are trained on mine, and her short black hair is pulled into a tight pony tail, making her look... Wait she's probably thousands of years old, yet she only looks like she may be in her late twenties. All of them look as if they haven't aged in a while. Vampires! Urg.

"We have summoned you here..." She looks around at the chairs to her left, and to her right at the two men sitting beside her. "...Thank you for coming." I nod my head, gaping up at them. I close my eyes before any bugs can fly in.

"We have all agreed that you would be more safe, elsewhere." She glares at Darren, then at his hand that is still on my elbow. He immediately let's go. "Darren-" she says his name with much distaste, "will accompany you to a secret hide out far from the city." She purses her lips, "you will be leaving today. Dismissed." We are forced out by men guarding the door. I trip and fall on the rug, getting a rug burn. Those are the worst, they feel like satan is trying to lick you. Odd example.

Darren helps me up. I shove him off me, him not expecting it. "I don't want to go with you." I complain. "And why alone?" I throw my hands up in the air. As we walk, I notice we aren't on our way to my cell. Man, that lady really wasn't kidding when she said right away.

I zone out, but not long before I see a door. It heads out into the chilly night.

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