Captured by an immortal

Chapter seven continued

Anger ran down my spine, I rolled my hands into fists and banged on the metal door. I banged and banged and banged. The site in front of me never changed. Danny never moved. Adrian began to unlock the door and ushered me inside. He lit a little candle by the door and illuminated Danny.

His body was tied to a metal pole. A pool of blood had gathered around his bare feet. His head was hanging down. I tried to search for any signs of life. Slowly I began walking over to where he was chained. As I got closer the sight got worse, I noticed the blood was running down his bare chest several puncture wounds ran up his arms all the way to his jugular vein. He had turned a strange colour of purple, his whole body bruised.

Cautiously I lifted my hand to move his hair away from his face. Danny’s eyes were open. Unseeing.

I screamed and fell back onto a pile of blood. Shakes began to invade my body as I tried to wipe away what remained of Danny’s life force. Adrian came closer and lifted me up. I began to kick and bite at his arms until he reluctantly released me.

Danny was dead.

He was dead all because of me.

I fell to his side and wept for the love I had lost. For a life I had taken unintentionally. The necklace I had given him for our anniversary hung from his neck, it had changed colour from the bright golden shade to crimson. My heart broke at the sight of my love. The only person who had given me hope that I would survive this nightmare. I had let me guard down around Adrian, I had fallen too quickly into trusting him. He was leant against the far wall watching me his face emotionless. I turned to look into his eyes and made sure my face reflected a look of disgust and hate. He flinched and glared back at Danny.

Oh my Danny I thought, I began stroking his hair.

“Remove the chains” I told Adrian. He walked over to where Danny was tied to the pole and did as I asked.

Instantly I pulled him onto my lap, my outfit stained with his blood. He was still warm he had only recently died. Bled to death. I kissed his blood stained hair and stroked his back and wept again for his life, for his friends and family, for myself. All the while Adrian stood next to me watching in disgust as I cradled Danny.

Finally I gently closed his eyes and laid him down on the floor, kissing him one final time I stood up and turned towards Adrian.

“How could you” I whispered. I glared at him with utter hatred.

“He did nothing wrong” I continued.

I stole a glance at Danny for the last time, this would be the image that would haunt my dreams. I would never be able to picture the sweet happy Danny. The vampire had ruined it for me. They had killed him and in doing so they had damned me.

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I spent days on auto pilot. Doing the tasks Adrian required. He never wanted to read and I never let him. Once his room was tidied I would excuse myself and head back to the bed chamber. Jess and Anna questioned me wanting to know what was wrong. On many occasions Jess would wake me up stroking my hair, she had heard me crying in my sleep. I never told a soul what I had witnessed in the dungeon. His unseeing eyes haunted my dreams, I dreamt I had sucked him dry and left him for dead. My hatred for Vampires grew stronger. Growing up we were told that vampires were civilised, we didn’t need to fear them. They had integrated into society over a decade ago. How wrong were we? I learnt that first hand.

I tried not to think about my family and friends. Before Danny’s death I had constantly thought about him, his smile and his kiss, his touch. That had got him killed. I swore that I would never think about the people I had left behind. I tried not to think at all. When doing my tasks I concentrated entirely on that. Adrian would moan about not being entertained.

“You are not doing a good job entertaining me” he stated one day frustrated.

I frowned and turned to face him.

“Kill me then” I simply stated no emotion in my voice or my face. Adrian studied me and ran long fingers through his hair and began to frown. Eventually he turned around and walked out of his room. I was left alone. The moment the door slammed shut I broke down into tears.

I wanted to die. I wanted to forget and be free from the images that haunted my life. I curled into a ball and wept uncontrollably. I don’t know how long I stayed like that but eventually Adrian returned. Seeing me in that state he quickly lifted me off of the floor and placed me on his bed wrapping his thick silk duvet around my body. He sat at the edge of the bed and rubbed circles on my back. I cringed away from his touch; hurt flashed through his eyes as he dropped his hand and sat on the floor at the opposite side of the bed. He rested his head and closed his eyes and began to hum. I quickly drifted off to sleep and for the first night I didn’t dream.