Bloodbank

Eight

The sound of the door slamming behind me felt like an earthquake. My limbs shook, my body feeling numb inside as the three men pulled me through the corridor, not really having to try any more as I had given up.

At the end of the corridor, we turned into a pristine, white room, with a single chair sitting in the centre. Pushing me into the chair, leather straps were bound across my arms and torso, as a frighteningly serene - looking woman glided in, wearing what looked like a white hospital gown. A man in similar attire followed close behind with a notebook.

One of the men drew a sample of blood from my neck, and presented it to the woman, who took a sip from the small shot glass. I assumed she would have the same role as Nathan, testing my blood, while the men around me were there to restrain me, much like Scott.

Nobody in the room was like Mason. Nobody would stoop that low.

"The hunter was wrong," more tears splashed down my face as the woman took another sip from the shot glass, "this is type C" 

I had no idea what this meant, but the others in the room clearly did, as every vampire's eyes grew slightly wider.

"Impossible, we only saw that once before-" one of the men began, but the woman cut him off curtly.

"And I identified him as well, do you want to question me again?" She said, taking yet another sip, "Vitamin D levels slightly below normal, average amounts of haemoglobin and platelets, but plenty of oxygen. Untainted," the woman's eyes dazzled.

The man beside her took the glass, taking a sip himself. He gasped instantly after sipping it, "It's strong. Reminds me of the hundred year whiskey Lord Tenebris once gave me a sip of,"

The woman licked her lips, muttering,  "delicious. I'll have to buy some,"

They continued their conversation as if I wasn't even there, "we're on our last few litres of the last C's blood. She'll have to be put into high security,"

"So we auction her off, but first we take a few thousand litres for the bank," the woman nodded, "mark her up,"

The man nodded in agreement, and they both proceeded to leave the room, maintaining the air of grace around them. One of the men beside me produced a needle from behind the chair, but not like any I had ever seen before. It was already full of a red substance, and as one of them pulled my hair away from my neck, they pressed the needle onto my neck, pinching the skin.

I gripped the chair as the man moved the needle in a circular fashion.

"C"

One of the men left the room, and shortly returned with a glistening, white machine. A tube hung from one end, with a large tank at the other. It seemed like a simple machine, yet it struck an unknown fear in me.

I was too busy inspecting the machine to notice when they inserted the end of the tube into the crook of my elbow.

"Just two litres," one of them said, and they left the room, locking the door.

The machine began to hum, and I started to struggle against the straps, my blood slowly running through the transparent tubes, staining them red.

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Author's Note

Sorry about the short chapter but there'll be more later in the week, and don't forget to vote and comment, it usually motivates me.

Have fun, love Moist xxxxxxx