The Vampire Covens

Ch.5 Being Human

Ch. 5

            Ow my head. I wake up hazy and off kilter; my eyes still haven’t quite adjusted to the darkness to the room and it smells like mildew. I run my hands through my hair finding kinks and clusters of mud; I sigh and try to sit up… key word there, try. I’m knocked down on my ass by the apparent weight and aches of my body. What the hell happened? Why can’t I remember?

            “Ugh…” I grumble to no one in particular seeing as I’m the only one here.

            I force myself into a sitting position and wrap my arms around my legs causing me to gasp in pain. My eyes finally adjust and I can see grey sheets of rock coveting the walls and ceiling; underneath me is soft rich soil, and just ahead the sun is shining through the mouth of the… cave? Why am I in a cave? A calm breeze passes through and ruffles my already tangled mess of hair, but it brings along a scent… a flash of warmth covering me, protecting me, and that same scent resting in my senses from yesterday … just teetering in my memory, but from what I’m still left sitting clueless.

            After the breeze passes through a figure emerges into the light holding objects in his strong arms. No one … and I mean no one… has that body type; I would be able to tell you who it was from a mile away. The way his shoulders ripple when his long legs stride and the way my heart lurches forward when he’s near; Whoo sends a girl blushin’. Oh jeez… I sound like Mari… what exactly is happening to me?

            He gets closer and I try to hide my face away; I don’t want him to know my thoughts, I know how apparent my emotions can be on my face.

            “How are you feeling?” he asks in a deep husky voice and sets down various pieces of debris. I wonder what that’s for. Hmh… should I be scared? I mean I can’t remember what happened yesterday… well that’s not entirely true… but the only thing I can remember is going to Midtown Creek to meet Zane, and then blank. What if Zane met me there and silently crept behind me with a cloth and whispers “Does this smell like chloroform?” An involuntary shiver runs up my spine with the thought and I scoot a little further away from him. Not noticeably, but enough to ease a little bit of my nerves.

            “I’m feeling like I got smacked by a Mac Truck. What about you?” I say in a voice that’s hardly recognizable, like two pieces of dry sand paper rubbing against each other.

            “I’m fine.” He says with a small laugh. If he is in the midst of kidnapping me is it bad to develop Stockholm syndrome? Because I think I can get used to this. “Probably better than I should.” He smiles slightly, a dimple wedged in his cheek as he pulls up half of his mouth. He has moist looking lips; lips can make silk look like hay, what I would do to that mouth… My tongue stretches across my bottom lip. I catch what I’m doing and instantly stop; I mean I feel like a predator stalking her prey… I’m normally in more control of myself than this. Maybe I kidnapped him? Who knows? Wait… he does… or at least he knows something, I need to focus on finding out where I am and what I’m doing here instead of those deep emerald gems clasped in wispy strands … shit FOCUS!

            “Where am I?” I ask and look down, only to be horrified by my apperence! I look like I’ve been drug through mud and filth and hit every rock, stick, etc. along the way. My jeans are ripped and caked in mud and my sweater isn’t any better. I can only imagine what my face and hair look like!

            “Well, you’re in a cave.” He says still smirking but not so much in a sexy way but more in a mocking way, which at this moment, really makes me question his motives. I scoot a little further away; careful not to make a sound as he stacks the fallen debris into a pile.