The Vampire's Slave

《Two

《TWO

All I could see was that the figure was a male. He stepped closer to me, and smirked. My jaw dropped-he was good looking.

"Rachel Smith." He smiled. The light was dim and I could only see some of his facial features. When he spoke I could see he had dimples, when he glared at me I could see he had blood red eyes. Red eyes?

'Must be colour contacts' I though to myself. The red eyed man carried on chatting to me, but I was just mesmorised by him.

"Do you understand me?" He asked sternly.

I blinked, and unsurely nodded, "Yes... hey what's your name?"

Max and his friend looked at one another with a worried expression. "Did you just ask me my name?"

"Yeah." I replied.

"Well, I'm not telling you. So guys take her down to her room." Snapped the guy.

Harvey and Max once again started to pull me away. "Rachel don't ask him stuff." Said Harvey.

"Damian hates questions-mostly ones that are from his new arrivals." Explained Max.

We walked down a winding staircase, and the more steps I took the more darker it had became. Yet, dim candles gave the area little light. The yellow wax had almost gone. It dripped down onto the steps.

Carefully I tried to dodge them, and accomplished doing so. "Not long now Sunshine." Smirked Max. He held a smile as I looked up to him.

White fangs...

I must of beeb seeing things. So, I blinked a few times and once again stared at his mouth. I'm right! "Oh my goodness!" I exclaimed, in excitement but also fear.

"Ye?" Asked Harvey. His teeth came out too.

We walked down a pitch black hallway. I could see doors though, each having their own number. "You're vampires!"

"Urm... no..." Lied Max.

"I saw your teeth!" I shouted. "They were pointy and really weird!"

Harvey opened one of the doors. Room 13 was on the number of it. Max throwed me inside and slammed the door shut.

"Sweetheart you were seeing things." He repeated.

Liar.

I let them go, and I just sat on my own in this cold, old room. It was small and unhygenic. In one corner was a dead rat. In curiosity I approached it.

I gasped. Its tongue was grey and its fur was a coal black. It's tail was still pink, however, but it's length scared me.

"This is terrible." I muttered to myself as I walked to the metal bed in the corner of the room by the door. I layed on it and rested my head on the stained pillow. It was as hard as a rock.

I fluffed it up a tad and made myself comfy-possibly the most difficult task yet. Once again I murmur all kinds of words and that to describe how I'm feeling.

Still feeling annoyed I looked up to the ceiling to find the worst thing ever... a spider.

It had long, hairy legs and a fat, round body with a bright green pattern on it. I leaped up and sprinted to the door. "Help me!" I screamed.

Yes, I have a phobia of spiders. "Help someone!" I squealed, my fists hurting from bashing on the iron door as hard as I could.

I felt something tap me on the shoulder. Jesus not the spider...

"Look at me." Demanded the voice. I don't believe spiders can speak.

Because of the sharpness to the man's tone I twisted around to find the rude bloke who didn't bother answering me earlier before.

"Hello..." I whispered nervously.

"You need a time out." He blinked. The only colour I could see apart from blackness was his sparkling, red eyes. They glimmered for some reason.

He held out his hand, and allowed me to take it. The spider started to walk above me. "Please can we leave!" I begged.

The man laughed huskily, "I'd rather see you suffer this."

I struggled with my wrist to try and let myself free-

Suddenly I blacked out.