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Damiens coming after her!!!! Will she escape? Will she have another break down?? oooh look-- shiny object!!!
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“Damn.” I hissed venomously as my gaze flicked right then left. This was ridiculous. There were so many halls, so many doors. Even with the key ring this place was going to be a mess to get out of and I’d been luck so far. No one had passed by and it was only a matter of time before the vampires came creeping. The fact that the vampire from before had a radio combined with my scent perfuming the halls and the nonexistent outfit I had on showcasing marble skin was nothing but a time bomb ticking strapped onto my freedoms’ wings.
Why was my life always so very optimistic?
With a strategic decision- A.K.A: eeny-meeny-miny-mo- -I went left and prayed that I wouldn’t come across so cliché display of morbidity like beheaded bodies or pools of blood just waiting to be slipped in.
Don’t blame me for the absurdity of my thoughts; I was in a freaking dungeon for Godsakes!
A. Dun.Geon.
How much more cliché could something like this get? A pompous vampire know nothing strutting around thinking he owns the world? Oh wait, I already had met the jackass.
Trying to keep my sarcastic thoughts somewhat under control, I darted into a smaller corridor and winced as muscles strained in my legs to come to a silent stop. There was still pain. No matter how hard I tried to block it out. No matter how much time passed it seemed as if it would always be there; living deep within my bones in remembrance of… stubbornly, I brushed the thoughts away. There was nothing down that road. Nothing expect torment and unending blankness; nothing I need to relive.
My fists clenched but I merely turned and kept going on my trek through the shadow infested halls. Every step was a choice. A choice to freedom. But also a choice into the unknown.
What was here?
What was hidden in the corners?
What waited beyond the next veiled corner?
Death?
Torture?
I had faced them all before, so why did my heart beat frantically at the prospect of the faceless enemies awaiting me? Shouldn’t I have gotten over it? Accepted that everyone dies? Surely going through days on end with Damien taught me something. But then why was there still fear? It didn’t make sense but maybe it didn’t need to. Maybe this was living. Maybe this was life.
Taking a deep breath I headed around the next corner and sighed in relief when nothing appeared. But maybe it was worse that way…
“Building plans…” I muttered, attempting to distract myself from my own mind. “To get out I need building plans… and if human nurses care for the people here they’d most likely not remember the entire layout, so I just find a nurse station grab the plans and get the hell out of here before I made into a chew toy again.” My eyes flicked all directions before a feint glow of light caught my attention and I headed for it.
Desolate door.
Desolate door.
Desolate door.
Nurse station!
I wasted no time picking up the pace and sprinting over to the little area and sliding behind the desk in a search for the maps. My heart pounded an irregular rythym as I hastily brushed my hands over the many papers on the writing surface. Nothing. I wanted to tear clumps of my hair out at the discovery but bit back the urge and instead turned to look over the rest of the station.
Damaging myself wouldn’t help me. In fact the vampires would most likely be lead to me via direct scent of my blood. Like damn sharks, able to smell a single drop of blood in a giant body of water. I silently snickered at the thought. They sure had the teeth to go with it.
My gaze whipped over every surface of available and I opened drawer after drawer until I was positively yanking them out, so was my frustration.
“I’m going to die. I’m going to die. Damien’s going to find me and I’m going to die.” I chanted almost deliriously under my breath. Tears started filling my eyes despite my trying to force them down and I had to gulp in several deep breaths in attempt to calm myself. I didn’t want to die. I mean no one ever really wanted to die but…. To have death this close… I let out a shaky breath and ran a palm down the side of my face. This was it. It was over. All my surviving was useless and worthless. It hurt to have it brutally shoved into my face, the truth. Because the Truth was that I really hadn’t had any chance of escape at all even in the beginning. MY kidnappers were Vampires for Christssake. Blood sucking leeches spewed out from Hell’s boiling depths.
I was mortal.
I was breakable.
Why the hell had I even entertained the notion that I had a chance?
Crouched down besides a metal nurses desk stained with old blood it all hit me hard. I had built myself up only to escape into a deeper pit of suffering that would ensue if Damien found me. When Damien found me.
I put ground my teeth together hard. Was it too much to ask for my old life back? The life without worries that I’d so spurned and spat upon. I wanted it back… I wanted it all back.
Footsteps echoed to my ears and my whole form froze. My blood started rushing madly through me.
Step.
Step. Step.
Step.
They were coming. My eyes flitted around the small lit area and locked on a wickedly pointed knife up on a filing cabinet. Why? When I had just embraced the fact that I had no chance to survive? Well, it turns out that Human survival instincts aren’t as weak as they seem.
As the footsteps got closer i lunged for the weapon and grasped it in my hand with an eerie sense of calm.
I didn't want to die.
The knife twitched in my hand and i turned to face the footsteps before shrinking back into the depths of shadow just to the side of the nurses stations.
I would fight anyone that wanted to make me face that fear.
I wanted to live.
I would kill for a chance at it.
The person was drawing closer. I felt the adrenaline filling my veins so much that i felt as though i was in a dream. My eyes were straining. My fingers were rubbing anxiously at the hilt of my weapon like they themselves wanted to feel the bite of the blade. A strange burning sensation was crawling from my legs curling around my torso and reaching for my head.
Step.
Step. Step.
Step.
My lips curled back in a feral snarl and a familiar tingling sensation began to spread along my spine.
The person stepped into the light and i didn't even bother in taking in their appearance. My instincts were screaming. My blood was pumping. They were a threat. They represented death.
I lunged for them with a speed I didn't remember having.
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Hi......so...she grew a back bone *smiles*
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Note: I just am coming back and feel free to stab me. I don't really no what i'm doing with this story so if no response i'll just trash it and move on to another since i'm looking into the wattyawards coming up. Just a thought!!
