Bloodbank

Seven

I woke up the next morning with the sun low in the sky and a blanket draped over me. Groggily looking upwards, I saw that Mason was already awake and leaning on the motorbike.

"Why didn't you wake me?" I asked, removing the blanket and realising I was naked. Quickly, I slipped on my clothes as Mason packed away the blanket.

"You needed the rest," he replied as I got back on the motorbike and we continued our journey towards the city.

This city was much bigger than then last, with what looked like a giant marble building in the centre that was reflecting the orange glow of the setting sun. It was surrounded by hundreds of smaller buildings, ranging from stores to houses and hotels. Being only a few miles away now, I could just about make out a lake, spanning the length of the city, and palm trees dotted around; a desert oasis.

Mason turned around, and at first I thought he was looking at me, but then I saw his gaze fall far behind my head.

"They're following us," he muttered, twisting the handles of the motorbike and accelerating, creating a whirlwind of dust behind us. Once the dust cleared, I squinted and saw that Nathan and Scott were very far behind us, on their own bike, identical to ours. I took comfort in knowing they were still alive, but they would never catch us, being only a small shape on the horizon.

Mason was going faster than ever now, balancing precariously atop the dunes and almost skipping over the peaks. My grip on his bicep tightened, unnerved by his speed.

"We need to slow down!"

We were at least half a mile from the oasis when the bike toppled over, crashing down a mountainous dune and skidding though the sand, throwing me into a valley between the dunes, and Mason a few metres to my left.

I coughed, sand covering my airways, and struggled to pick myself off the ground, my whole body throbbing and adrenaline pumping through my veins. Mason was already by my side, the bike abandoned and useless, half buried in sand, wheels still spinning and throwing sand everywhere.

"Can you stand?" Mason asked, his voice harsh. He frowned, rephrasing it immediately, "I'm sorry, are you alright?"

I nodded, knowing Mason had a much worse experience than me with Scott and Nathan, and how desperate he must be to escape them forever. Standing, I began to walk up the dune, Mason's hand on the small of my back, guiding me.

The journey to the city wasn't nearly as difficult as I had expected, lasting less than an hour in the setting sun. I was still fully hydrated when we reached the oasis, so we headed straight into the bustling city, Mason seemingly knowing his way, giving me the impression that he had been there before.

The streets were relatively easy to navigate, with a humble market lining the streets, much more friendly than the one in the last town, with vendors selling water, colourful jewellery, and countless trinkets.

Mason continued towards the centre of the city, and as we crossed one last road, a giant, marble statue greeted us, depicting a vampire, his teeth seemingly inserted into a helpless woman's neck. A trickle of red tinted water ran down the statue like a waterfall, contrasting with the pale marble it was carved from.

The building behind the statue was far more impressive, made out of glistening, pure marble, with four pillars marking the entrance, and a slanted roof making it look like something belonging in Ancient Greece. People and vampires alike crowded around the entire building, some forming queues and others leaving with bags full of a crimson liquid. The last, possibly most important, detail that I noticed was the thin, expertly carved words on the front of the building;

Bloodbank.

"Mason, I think we're at the wrong place," I stuttered, as his grip on my back tightened, his expression that of steel, "Mason?"

He grabbed my arm, his nails digging into my flesh

"Stop!" I screamed, him dragging me up the marble steps, my brain confusing my feet; what was Mason playing at?

He practically threw me through the door, shoving me forwards on my knees to a counter, where a woman sat, her eyebrows raised.

"O Negative," he announced, the woman nodding slowly, beckoning.

I didn't understand anything that was going on as Mason held me in place, tears cascading down my face.

Three men appeared behind me, grabbing my limbs and dragging me away.

"Mason!" I screamed, attempting to escape, but to no avail. He wasn't going to help me.

"How does fifteen litres of AB sound, sir?" The woman asked him, and Mason smiled. The men pulled me into a corridor, my arms sore from their viper - like grip, the door closing behind me, but I could still hear the last words Mason said.

"Perfect. Add it to my account,"

******* Authors note *******

A plot twist!!!!! oh wow

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