Bloody Red Roses

Chapter 4

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I hate confined spaces.

I hate knowing that outside, life was still going on as it normally would for ordinary people.

I hate myself for getting into this situation in the first place. I was stuck in this damn room, with a vampire, who wouldn't even blink as he killed me.

I was going to die; there was no getting out of it.

Believe me, if there were, I would know. I had been trying ever since I had been left alone to get out. I didn't know how long that was exactly, but I thought it was a while. There was no sense of time in this room.

Escape would be a hell of a lot easier if I had something to work with. I literally only had a bed and a bunch of roses. There were no windows in here, nothing that could be turned into a weapon. There was only the one exit, and that was locked tight. No matter how much I kicked it, the heavy wood wouldn't budge.

If I was one of the badass, extreme hunters I'd probably come up with some cool way to escape, something like picking the lock with my own fingernail clipping or the little plastic tip of my shoelace. Unfortunately, I bit my fingernails and I was wearing boots with buckles.

The bed frame was wood, which didn't seem very smart - a wooden stake to the heart was one of the very few ways you could kill a vampire, but then again, it was a very solid frame. I wouldn't be able to break a splinter off, let alone a decent sized stake.

The walls and roof were painted white, which would drive me nuts, if I was given long enough to go nuts, that is. It was too bare and too... simple. The sheets on the mattress were also white. The room needed some colour, and I mean other than the stiff beige carpet. The red of the roses was the only decent splash of colour in the room. My shitty hotel room had been better than this.

I paced the room one more time, before coming up with nothing. Frustrated, I threw myself onto the bed and screamed into the pillow the way I had seen those spoiled rich girls do in movies. It didn't help in the slightest.

Outside the thick wooden door, I could hear some comedy movie playing. I frowned into the pillow; I was sure he wasn't here anymore. In fact, I'd heard his car drive off not long after he locked me in here, an I hadn't heard him return.

I lifted my head and stared at the door for a moment before getting up and approaching it. Hesitantly, I lifted my hand and knocked.

No answer. I tried again, louder. A irritated sigh came from the other side barely audible.

"Can I come out now?" I called. After several moments of silence I kicked the door and yelled out, "I know you're there, asshole! Bloody well answer me!"

I kept kicking until the door gave way. At first I thought I'd finally broken through, but then my foot connected with a jean clad knee.

Oh, crap...

I brought my eyes up from his knee, over his well built chest and finally focused on his face. His scarlet eyes seemed even redder than before and were absolutely furious.

Oh, shit...

I backed up and he followed, just a single step away from me at all times. I kept scrambling backwards until I felt the cool wood of the beds footboard against the backs of my legs. I was tempted to sink down into the boring sheets and disappear, but that wouldn't work. I had to face the music.