Beauty and The Vampire

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I cracked one of my eyelids opened, trying to blink away my blurry vision, surveying my surroundings in a haze. It appeared as if I was always waking up to some unfamiliar room with the light shimmering through the white curtains, tickling my eyes to open fully. 

I woke up with a gasp, as if I didn't have enough air in my lungs, hungry for it. I sat upright, trying to collect and calm my hasty breathing, seeing my chest rise with every intake of air I took. 

I didn't notice the figure standing in the corner, until he came out from the shadows, and I found myself relax noticing that it was only the doctor. 

Looking at his name tag, I found his first name to be a fairy common name I have heard many times before. Max. It fit him though, with his messily, heaps of golden hair, and innocent smile he had on his face.

His presence, like the last time, made me feel at ease. I found myself easily liking his carefree persona the most around here. Although, he didn't have much competition since all the other vampires I have stumbled upon here, seemed more than inclined to hurt me and make me bleed. 

I unconsciously shivered, remembering the whip biting into my skin, tearing it open relentlessly as I begged for the pain to stop. But he just stood there. Delighted by my misery. Observing me with those predatory eyes. 

Then he had switched.

Taking me into his arms, and bringing me here to keep me alive...

I looked up at Max, giving him a small smile. 

I had almost forgotten about my back, until Max lifted what was left of my shirt--being tattered from the lashes. I instinctively winced when I felt his fingers touch my back carefully, waiting for the pain, but there wasn't any.

Max pulled back, giving a quick nod to himself as if he was happy with the results, and jotted a few quick notes onto his clipboard. "It's amazing what vampire blood can do," he said.

"Yeah," I replied, not exactly thankful. As much as I made it clear that I didn't want anything to do with vampire blood, it was still forced upon me to drink it. 

My mind wondered off again.

Whip.

I felt the shackles cut into my skin as I tightened my grip, trying to remain upright, loosing all feeling in my legs.

Whip.

We were only half way through now, and it was hurting worse with every stroke. I screamed, not being able to keep it in, falling momentarily, feeling my wrists bleed at the pressure of my weight. 

"Stop!" 

There was a pause as a voice came from one of the other cells. It dawned on me that there was other prisoners down here, not realizing this before with every thing that was going on. 

I was thankful for this momentary interruption, giving me a chance to will myself on my feet again, and to breathe. 

"You're killing her!" 

 It was hard hearing where the voice was coming from until a man came out into the little light that was down here. He gripped onto the bars that kept him in his cell.

I felt lured by his eyes gleaming a light yellow, golden color, and for some strange reason I had a strong sense that I knew him. My eyebrows furrowed, trying to place where I know him from. A flash of the wolf that Luka had swung against the tree came into my mind. I shook the thought as soon as it came. What were the odds that Luka let him survive.