Vampire's Hostage

Vampire’s Hostage

Before

The party was going great, music pumping from a huge stereo on the corner of the clearing in the forest we were in.

“All the crazy shit I did tonight
those will be the best memories.”

I danced with my friends, laughing, holding bottles in our hands.

“I just wanna let it go for the night
that would be the best therapy for me.”

I stumbled as my heel twisted in the grass, but I quickly caught my balance like a pro.

“All the crazy shit I did tonight
those will be the best memories.”

This party, my friends, pretty much the entire senior class was here. It was so much fun, everyone was talking to each other like we were all best friends.

 “I just wanna let it go for the night
that would be the best therapy for me.”

On the chorus practically everyone joined in.

 
“Hey, hey, yeah, yeah.

 
Hey, hey, yeah, yeah.

Hey, hey, yeah, yeah.

Hey, hey, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah.”

But then the music stopped. And most of us – I included – ran screaming in terror.

The Vampires had come out to play.

One

I ran, we all did.

I remember small things that happened. Unimportant things.

The blaring music was abruptly stopped as someone kicked out the speakers.

We all turned in that direction to see the mob of rail thin teens with almost translucent skin and flashing electric eyes of all different colours.

They were frantic. Screeching and moaning and growling, trying to keep hold of themselves.

They pretty much exploded energy, like it was their life force. There was something about them.

It screamed: “DANGER!”

The tallest, a strawberry blonde who looked about 17, yelled a single word.

“FEED!”

It turned into frenzy.

We screamed and ran; I took off into the woods, in a random direction like everyone else.

I had to get away.

I remember tripping over the heels my best friend had tried so hard to get me to ditch.

I fell several times, scraping my knees and cutting my palms.

Hands.

I felt hands on my arms.

Another set crawled across my stomach and back and face.

I screamed and the hands responded with laughter.

I fought. The hell I did.

I tried feebly to escape but the night creatures were impossibly strong.

A set of hands moved my neck for better access.

It was a he, I knew because he kissed my neck before sinking his thin sharp fangs into my flesh.

I'm going to tell you, it was not at all what I’d expected.

The brush of his fangs alone made me swoon, but there was more. As his fangs pierced my neck, a wave of Searing icy tingles caught me, sending me on a high so great if it hadn’t been for the hands, I would have fainted.

I'm not saying it didn't hurt, not at all – the pain was so intense I almost blacked out from that too – but the thing was, the ecstasy was made from the white hot, sharp tingles of pain, it was all too much. Really, it was too many conflicting emotions! My mind raced to keep up with the sensations my body was feeling but –

That's it.

When I registered the fact that I was being drained by a Vampire, and that I was loving the pain, my mind couldn't take it. It went into overload.

Black.

 I woke up. When I say woke up, I mean it. I'm one of those people that, when I've slept long enough, or I sense something, my eyes snap open, and I'm awake for good.

My eyes scanned the area I was in.

Bars, tall bars that reached floor to ceiling. I was in a cell, it was dark and dank and I heard a faint dripping in the distance.

My wrists were in chains.

“H-hello?” I whispered; my voice came out scratchy and rough.

“SHHH!” I heard from the cell next to me.

“H-holly you m-must stay quiet, they are V-vampires, d-d-do you know how w-well their hearing is?” It was Joyce, my best friend.

Tears leaked out of my eyes. I knew that if vampires were keeping us here, we would die soon.

You see, vampires were pretty much common knowledge, though no one had ever seen one. Well, I should start over no one had ever seen one and lived. Tonnes of times people had gone missing in large groups, by the time they were found, they were all dead, drained of blood and had two lacerations on their neck. The police had even realised eventually that they had no leads to anything else, it was the only thing they could think of.

I’d never believed, but now, now I have proof staring me in the face. and I was going to die because of it.

I wrapped my arms around my knees and shivered.

I wish I could have at least said goodbye to my family.

I scooted closer to Joyce’s cell.

“Joyce,” I whispered. “We have to get out of here.” My voice was scared but determined. I shakily said: “We have too.” 

“But, but how?” she whispered.

“I don’t know.”

It was quiet for a long time after that. I sat there, trying to think up a plan. I looked around some more but it was really dark. When I looked at the bars again I realised that they had to be able to open, or else we wouldn’t have been able to be thrown in here in the first place. Behind me, there was a solid concrete wall, no help. And on my other two sides, were chain link fences, reaching the ceiling.

I tried to figure out what the dripping in the distance was, but quickly gave up; realizing I most likely did not want to know.

I shivered again.

Beyond the bars I could see another set, and behind them another concrete wall.

It was almost as if I was in a corridor made of cells. The thought made my stomach turn; not only was I and my best friend trapped here, but so was the rest of the senior class according to the number of cells here.

I strained to see who it was on the other side of the bars.

It was Gregg Neil, he wasn't really my friend but we had worked together on a few school projects, so I knew him well enough.

I heard footsteps. Not like human footsteps, quick and soft and shallow. Like the sound of snowflakes falling. Almost impossible to hear.

Far down the hallway of cells I heard a loud, screech, like a Train coming to a halt. Then I heard a scream.

It happened again, more noisy scraping and then screams.

It took me three more times to realize that the sounds were the metallic screeching of bars being pulled open, and then human screams and a Vampire bit them. Over and over.

And it was coming closer.