Broken Wings (SAMPLE)

Chapter Eight

Walking to my certain death, I tried not to upset the two of them any further than I already had, though I couldn't just pretend like it wasn't scaring me that I was being led to the house that I knew I would die in.

It was strange, when I thought about it, how much I had wanted to die when in the hands of my dad but now that I was here in London, kidnapped by vampires, I wanted nothing more than to live. I wanted to get away, go back home and try to get over it but I knew I definitely didn't want to die. Not anymore. It was definitely strange to think how quickly my mind had changed on that fact.

Then again, if I were to die, I would rather do it on my own terms and in my own way rather than being tortured and having the blood sucked out of me - literally. Whatever Shadow's methods of torture were, I knew it wasn't going to be pretty and I would be in a lot of pain, much more than I had ever been in when living with my dad. I knew I wouldn't be able to take it.

Once at Shadow's home, I was taken to the bedroom that I had woken up in the day after I was taken. Then, Leah left me alone with Shadow. Like that wasn't reason for me to be scared, he then locked the door and put the key in his pocket. Now, it was obvious to me that locked doors didn't stop vampires on account of their strength so that could only mean he locked it to keep me in. To make sure I didn't escape again.

"Now," He started, letting go of me. "What do I do with you?"

"Let me go?" I suggested meekly.

"I'm never letting you go again."

In any other situation, that statement might have been romantic. However, in these circumstances, it only succeeded in bringing a fresh wave of dread upon me.

I always thought I'd die at the hands of my dad, not a vampire who, up until a few days ago, I only thought they existed in the media.

Shaking my head, I backed away from him. "I don't understand. If you're going to kill me, why not just do it? Why wait? Do you like scaring me?"

He shrugged but gave no indication that he was going to answer my question. I wasn't particularly sure he knew what to do himself and I had almost convinced myself that he was just winging the whole thing when he said three words that made me tremble.

"You will die."

He unlocked the door and left the room without so much as another word, locking it again behind him. I was trapped with no means of getting away again. Not unless I wanted to risk breaking my legs if I chose to jump out the window.

I sighed, sitting on the bed when I started to contemplate everything that had gone wrong in my life. Everything started going wrong when my mother left. I couldn't help but put some of the blame on her. If she didn't leave, my dad wouldn't have abused me, he wouldn't have kicked me out. If he hadn't kicked me out, I wouldn't have been kidnapped by a vampire, no less and held hostage. A chain of events led me to this situation I was in now and it all led back to her.

I couldn't help but wonder how she was? What she was doing or if she ever had another kid. She's always wanted another baby. She may even have remarried though that would mean she'd have to divorce my dad and I'm not entirely sure that ever happened. It may have done but as I was so concerned on getting through the day, I had little time for anything else and such thoughts had never entered my mind.

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Over the hours that I was left alone to my thoughts, I soon found that I wasn't as scared as I once had been. Now, I was more curious than anything else. Resigning myself to the fact I had indeed been kidnapped by a vampire, I found myself wanting to know about them. I had always been fascinated by vampires but as I'd never thought to be in the presence of one, my rational side was instantly terrified of Shadow. Of course, that wasn't ever going to disappear, I was always going to be terrified of him simply because I knew what he could do. I was afraid of what he could do should he chose to do it. I didn't fear death, not anymore but I did fear the ways that I would die and as he'd so eloquently put it - note the sarcasm - he would torture me in any manner he thought necessary, in ways I'd never heard of.