Nobody's Angel

Nobody's Angel: Ch. 15 {A Vampire Romance}

I woke up with a pounding headache. Moaning, I uncertainly opened my eyes to slits, gradually opening them when I realized that the place was dark enough for my liking. I went to scratch my neck, only to find my neck chained to a stone wall and my wrists to the floor. Rats hid in the corners, and ominous dripping sounded far off, echoing around the empty room. Or, so it seemed empty.

“Jeez, took ya long enough,” someone spat. It landed right on my forehead. I tried to wipe it off in disgust, snapping my head to whoever did that, a snarl on my face when I realized I couldn’t.

“Don’t you dare spit on my again or I’ll cut your throat out and use your blood for syrup on my French toast!” I hissed.

“And how do you expect to catch me?” Owen asked with an amused glint in his eye as he crouched down in front of me.

“I’ll stake you in the back of both your knees so you can’t run away!” I retorted.

“Ooh, so I see you have heard about the wood. Do you know the name of it?”

“No, I don’t.” He made a tsk-tsk noise with his tongue.

“Quorin wood, which is what Seth will be stabbed with if he sets foot on this side of the wall.” He sighed, sitting down all the way. Wow, I guess I’m really not a threat to him. “No, you’re not.” Ugh, he’s just like Seth. Why are these guys always in my head?!

Owen snarled dangerously, putting a hand around my throat and slamming my head against the wall. The metal dug into my skin, and I saw stars. “Never compare me to that goodie-two-shoes! He doesn’t even know how to be a true vampire!”

“Speaking of which,” I whispered, then gave up after that. My head hurt too much when I talked, and my throat was really dry. I coughed, licking my chapped lips. God, how long was I out?

“What? Speak, girlie.” It was an order, and I grudgingly listened.

“How long was I out? And why are there rats here? Isn’t that a good source of blood?” I asked smartly; he never said what to speak of. I felt a tingling in my cheek, the pain quickly growing until I cried out, tears stinging it even more. I bit my lip to try and distract myself.

“You will quickly learn that I hate smart-asses,” he stated smugly. “But since you obviously didn’t choose this life, or Seth, then I feel almost bad for having to kill someone who hates him as I do. But I do have a promise to fulfill, and vampires never break promises. I’ll answer your question, though. You were out for about eight hours.” It was 11 when Seth and I went downstairs to meet with Sarah, and we were in there about an hour, so it was eight’ o’clock at night, February 13th. “And this is a special prison to scare little human girls.”

He held out his hand, showing me a big, plump, brown rat wriggling around in his fist. I gasped, shivering unpleasantly. I hated not being able to defend myself. And I didn’t particularly like rats in the first place. I wasn’t one of those girls that would freak out and run away screaming bloody murder, but I avoided them if possible. He brought the rat closer to my face until our noses were touching. I pressed my face against the cold stone wall, but he only brought it closer. I shivered in disgust. It tried to bite me, missing only by the space a leaf of paper could fit into.

“Scared?” he taunted, waving it in front of my eyes; the beady red ones stared into my own. When I didn’t respond, he let its greasy hair skim my cheeks.

“Yes!” I responded. “Yes, I’m scared. Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, get it away from me.”