My Blood Or My Love? ✔️

Chapter 2: Vampires Are Real (Unfortunately)

Dedicated to @HannahOBrien8!
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I woke up to the sound of dripping water and a strong metallic smell - blood.  My eyes sprung open.
I sat up groggily and hissed as a sharp pain shot through my head. I carefully touched the side of my head with my fingertips and felt a sticky liquid.  Shit!  I was bleeding. There was nothing to bandage it with so I decided to ignore it.  I slowly took in my surrounding.   I was in a dirty and damp cell with stains of God-knows-what on the cracked walls.  The place reeked with a stench of rotten fish.
Then the memories of last night hit me.  I was going to the cinema with Clayre, the snack shop was closed, I walked to a convenient store a few minutes away and then a van pulled up beside me and I got kidnapped.  Wow.  Life hates me right now.

I grumbled and leaned back on a wet wall dripping with condensation from the cold air.

Suddenly I heard footsteps and stiffened. The sound echoed through the room and stopped at my rusty cell door. I could hear the clatter of keys and the door squeak open. In walked a man around 6ft 4". He walked over to me and I could feel my arrogant and snappy side surfacing.

How dare this shithole kidnap me and lock me up in this God forsaken place?! Who the hell did he think he was?!

He continued to approach me until he was standing right in front of me. He knelt down and I could smell his foul breath as his face was an inch away from mine.

"Hello, babe. Did you sleep well?" He asked mockingly with a smirk on his face.

"If the place had a mattress, some food, better scenery and a place to piss then it could've been acceptable. Oh, and the kidnapping part decreased the marks as well."

Angering the enemy was definitely not the brightest idea but, hey, my mom always told me to be yourself around people. If this douche bag couldn't deal with it, then that's just real tough shit.

The dude's smirk just widened.
"Well, sorry we couldn't provide you with your needs because you're here to provide us with our needs, baby doll," He stated. "Do you even know where you are and who we are, huh?"

"I don't care who the fuck you are! Just let me go you ass!" I shouted in his face. Bad idea.

The impact was so powerful that it nearly knocked my head against the wall. My cheek felt like a red hot poker had came into contact with it. Tears threatened to fall out of my eyes. I could feel an ugly bruise starting to form on my face. This was the second time I have been hit today and I didn't want another one anytime soon.
So I just sagged against the wet wall and looked down at my bare feet deciding to keep my mouth shut.

Mr. Mighty Fist seemed happy at my retreat and took a step back.

He crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at my shaken form.

"You will learn to show some respect here, human. And that you are like toys to us vampires and can be thrown away when we're tired of playing with you."

Huh? Did this sociopath just say vampires? How did I land myself in this weird shit? He might as well have said that Cheetos were mutated carrots.

"Did you just say vampires?" I asked, baffled.

"That's right baby doll, your worst nightmares and scariest bedtime stories are true," He whispered menacingly.

"Actually the Boogeyman was my scariest bedtime story and nightmare," I corrected.

Well done, Isadora. What happened to keeping your mouth shut?

"We'll see about that, won't we then?" He smiled at me. "For now we need to get you ready for the auction."

Auction?! What was I? A China vase?

"Whoah, hold up. Did you just say auction?" I asked, this time I was slightly creeped out.

"Do I have to keep repeating myself?" He sounded clearly annoyed. "You will be auctioned off to a vampire who will be your master and whom you will stay with until you die or he kills you first."

"Wow, how reassuring. Thanks for the prep talk." I was so angry right now. I didn't want to be used around for other people's entertainment. I wanted to throw up right now. I was going to be sold to a VAMPIRE! Just how creepy can this get? Please let this be a bad dream.

"I will get Viola to prepare you for the auction that will begin in 2 hours time." At that he got up and left, slamming the cell door shut.

This is real. I will be auctioned off to a vampire. I will not die free. I will die as a hopeless and chained person.

Just then I heard the sound of high heels. My cell door opened once again and in walked a lady in her mid 30s wearing formal clothes. Designer glasses were balanced on her pointy upturned nose and her hair was in a bun so tight that it smoothed out all her age wrinkles.

"My name is Viola Matthews and I will be getting you ready for the auction", Her voice was strict and posh like your typical English teacher, "And you are?"

"Isadora Pallas," I croaked out.

"Well Isadora, follow me to the preparation room," She said.

I got up unsteadily and held onto the wall for support. When I had steadied myself, I shuffled to the cell door and followed Ms. Snooty Pants to be doomed.

Hopefully they have snacks in the room.