Blood and Roses (Continuation of "Bite From A Vamp") - on Hold

Chapter 1

I sat in my dark room, writing in my tattered leather journal. I felt trapped. Like a caged animal, I wanted to get out and release my energy. It had been a year since I'd seen clear blue skies and the golden sun. I was in a world of darkness. The only shred of light came from the moon, stars, and electricity. I hardly ever turned the lights on. They were the closest thing to the sun, and their brightness would only remind me of what I was missing. Michael hated when I would lock myself in my blackened room for days on end, because I would find it too difficult to pretend that all was fine and well. I spent most of my time writing in my journal - memories of my past taking up most of it. Michael says that the past is meant to stay in the past and forgotten. He may of forgotten a time that he was human, but I won't. I refuse to let it go and I'm going to hold onto it for as long as I remain a vampire.

Lately, Michael has also been concerned about my health. Since it has been a year since I was turned and, accidentally, drank a human boy dry, my health has started to dwindle a bit. I've been drinking animal blood regularly, and though it's kept me alive, it's not what I need to stay that way. Alive that is.

I could hear Michael's boots echo down the hall, and I quickly slapped my journal cosed, buckling the lock and placed it on the book self closest to my bed. I had just made it to my desk and made it look like I had been drawing when Michael flung the door open. Hmm, I could have sworn I had locked it.

"Enough, Chloe!" he boomed and strided in with a confidence I've only ever read about. He stood behind my chair and gazed down at my drawing: a girl, covered in chains, standing by a barre window. Oddly enough the girl looked much like me and the window, minus the bars, looked much like the one by my bed. He snatched it up and glared at it. "What is this?" he demanded.

"A drawing," I answered.

A hiss rose in his throat. "I know that, Chloe. Why does she look like you - covered in chains and gazing longingly out a barred window?"

I shrugged as I felt his cold glared on my back. "Maybe it's how I feel," I mumbled.

I heard him crumble it up, then uncrumble it and gently set it back on my desk. "It's too good to ruin," he explained, knowing exactly what I was thinking. "You need to leave this room, Chloe. It's not healthy to stay in here night after night. Maybe that's why you feel the way you do."

"There's nothing out there for me anymore!" I bolted from my seat, making Michael take a couple of steps back to avoid the flying chair. "I can't go out into the sunlight. I can't see my friends or family. I can't live a normal life." The last part was a soft whisper, but I knew Michael could hear me. "For a year now I've told you I didn't want this. I don't want this pathetic life."

"It's only as pathetic as you make it, Chloe."

"Please leave." If I could cry, I would. I sat myself on the bay window seat and starred out into the cloudy night, not a star to be seen. Even the moon was completely covered by a dark cloud. No shred of light, just like my life.

Michael came and took me by the arm gingerly. "You're not staying in here all night. Come on, you need something to eat. You up for rabbit? Something stronger like deer maybe?" He began pulling me up.

"I'm not hungry."

His were were blazing. "You going to eat something, Chloe. You can either do it willingly, or I can do what I did before."

A shiver crept down my spine. After I had fed off that unsuspecting boy, I wouldn't eat anything, causing me to grow incredibly weak and Michael had to strap me down and force a bag of human blood down my mouth. I didn't want to go through that again.

I nodded, defeated, and followed him out of the room.

The entire time I fed - I asked Michael to pour the rabbit blood in a cup, I couldn't bare to think of sinking my fangs in the poor animal - Michael watched me. It made me uneasy, but he refused to leave me be. Said he wanted to make sure I ate. Afterwards, Michael tried to persuade me to go out into the garden - though it was nothing but dead weeds. He told me the fresh air would do me good. I didn't want to. Instead, I went back to my room, and locked myself in.

Night faded away as I sat by the window. Sunrise came too soon. My head looped to the side, my gaze falling upon the small space by my bed. I zoned in on the crack running vertical. Part of the wall was sticking out. I slowly got up and crawled toward it. Upon observation, I came to realize that it was actually a thin door. I forced it open with my vampire strength. A cloud of dust blew in my face. Once the dust settled once again, I spotted a thin book stuffed inside. Reaching in and taking it out, I gently turned the old stained pages. One page caught my attention. My eyes widened as I slapped the book closed, placed the door back and carried the book to my desk.

I went to double checked the bedroom door, making sure it was locked, and went back t the book. With one last look to the door, I opened the book to the same page. At the top of the page, in bold, was: "Cure for Vampirism". 

A/N: Ok, people, here it is. I hope you all enjoyed it, as there is more to come :) If you hadn't read it in the description / summary, you might want to go to my short story "Bite From A Vamp", if you want to know how Chloe was turned into a vampire, and what happens if vampires don't feed for a certain amount of time.