Bloody Red Roses

Chapter 3

Dedicated to TheDarkZelda, my amazing friend who is SUPPOSED to be drawing me some fan art of Arcaelus. Hun, you volunteered, I didn't ask. Get to it already or I'll keep bugging you ^__^

The picture on the side is Arcaelus' baby ^__^

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Amazingly, I had managed to dose off. I would have thought that sleep would be impossible with a vampire hanging around but here I was, bleary eyed and momentarily confused, as the soft fabric whispered across the skin on my face and was taken away.

Blinking, I could only spot two differences to the warehouse. One, there was a horrible smell in the air that i couldn't quite place, and two, that there was almost no light anymore. It was just about as dark as it had been when my eyes had been veiled by the black fabric, save for a slight illumination creeping under the crack of the door, provided either by the moon or ordinary street lights. Crap, I must have slept for HOURS.

I shook off my sleepy stupor fast, squinting in an attempt to pick out any dangers in the dark. And I found one.

Arcaelus stood before me. I wouldn't have been able to tell he was there except for his red eyes which seemed to almost glow and the unnatural, creepy feeling that he gave me.

I wanted to throw up.

I couldn't help flinching away from him as he moved behind me and took ahold of my bound wrists.

"Hold still," he said in annoyance. I felt a jerk and heard a tear and suddenly my wrists were free.

Slowly, I pulled my hands into my lap, confused as to why he was untying me. I was trying to resist the urge to punch him in the face while I could. Even if I was fast enough to land a blow on him I would probably do more damage to myself than to him.

My confusion only grew as he crouched in front of me, flipped on a flashlight so that the beam shone right in my face, and began untying my ankles.

"What are you doing?" I questioned. When he didn't acknowledge the I had spoken I tried a different question. "Are you letting me go now?"

The look he gave me then said that I was bloody moron more than words ever could. "Of course not. I'm taking you somewhere private."

"Why?"

Once again he didn't answer me. When my ankles were free he pulled me to my feet and stared at me for a few moments.

I was impossible to not be aware of how close his mouth was to my throat. My heartbeat increased and his lips tugged up into a sick sort of smile.

"You," he finally spoke, "will come with me. You will not attempt to run; you will not scream; you will not try to draw attention to us in any way. Or you will regret it. Is that clear?"

Hell yes, it was clear: try to escape and I'll die. Nice and simple. I'd have to cooperate for the time being. I nodded.

"Alright, let's go."

He led me over to the side door, keeping ahold of my upper arm the whole time. The floor was slick and several times the only thing that stopped me from falling on my butt was his grip. What the hell was on the floor?

When he opened the door the fresh air was a relief. It washed that horrible smell - whatever it had been - away. It was my first taste of freedom. I was more likely to escape if I wasn't confined, even if it was night time.

The satisfaction of being one step closer to being free dimmed a little into confusion as he pulled a lighter out of his jeans pocket.

"What are you-"

Stepping fully out of the warehouse, he lit the lighter and threw it through the door way. Immediately fire sprouted with a little whoosh sound, growing faster and faster until I couldn't see past the red flames licking at the doorway.

Oh. Suddenly I placed the smell; oil. He was burning the evidence of his crime. It made me sad, thinking that this would be my colleagues' final resting place. They hadn't been the easiest of people sometimes, but they still deserved a proper burial. No one deserved this. I felt tears prickle my eyes.

Oh well, too late now. Arcaelus had a hold of me once more, this time my hand - just in case, I thought, anyone was looking out of their window at this hour of night; this way, we won't look suspicious - and was leading me down the street, towards a dark car I could just barely make out, that was parked halfway down the block. When we reached his car I stopped to stare.

"You own a Skyline R35?" I couldn't keep the excitement out of my voice. Skyline's were my favourite cars, even though I'd never driven in one. At least if I had to drive to my death it would be in this little piece of heaven.

His smile was smug as he dug out the key and opened the door, "Get in."

And I did. It was amazing, best ride of my life, even if it was with a vampire. In fact, I was so distracted by the fact that I was finally riding in THE car that I could almost forget that he was a vampire. Well, not quite. But I was able to pretend that I was by myself and actually behind the wheel for a little while. Closing my eyes helped my little fantasy.

I was pulled out of my daydreaming way too soon when the car came to a stop. It was then I realised that he hadn't touched the brake once during the entire drive. He must have run every red light.

We were parked out the front of a very ordinary looking house that had it's porch light on. I had to blink to make sure I was seeing right. Yep, I was. It was a medium sized brick building with lace curtains hanging in the front window. Cute. The porch light illuminated a neatly trimmed lawn and a white mailbox with a "no junk mail" sign and the number 26 attached to the side.

26 what? I thought as Arcaelus climbed out of the car and zipped around to my side, inhumanly fast. I hated not knowing where I was.

Again taking my arm in his vice like grip, he took me to front door, briefly releasing me to unlock the front door and flipped the inside light on.

The living area was simple: a plain black couch, a T.V. set sitting atop of a wooden entertainment unit, a filled to the brim bookshelf. Each shelf was crammed with books and when no more could fit the were lain atop of the row, each book fighting to fit. In front of the bookshelf were a few more stacks of books.

My capture was a bookworm. Nice. Just looking at the titles of the books told me more about him than he actually did.

I peeked at one of the stacks as we passed. Romeo and Juliet was on top of this pile. Why would a soulless creature of the night read romance novels? Horror ones I got. They had to get inspiration for their torture sessions from somewhere, but Romeo and Juliet? The thought made me want to laugh.

He took me straight to a closed door across the room, passing a doorway that opened to an efficient looking kitchen. The door he stopped in front of had an old fashion key sticking out from underneath the handle.

He opened it, giving me a chance to observe the room. No window, just the one door. A double bed that sat in the middle of the room. A bouquet of red roses, tied together by black ribbon was the only adornment, otherwise the room was bare, except for the pillow and blanket on the mattress.

"Welcome home," he said as he pushed me into the room and slammed the door shut with a boom of finality. Faintly I heard the lock clicking shut.

I was trapped.