Vampire Hunter. {Discontinued}

5

I woke up to find myself in a dark room, no light and no company. Someone had removed the bag I had had over my head, but left me with handcuffs on. The iron of the handcuffs burnt my wrists, but he pain was easily ignored. There was no water, and my throat was parched, my head throbbing and my limbs aching. I tried to remember what had happened, but I couldn't. Someone has knocked me out from behind, my father betrayed me, and then it went fuzzy.

I was probably taken somewhere and then stuff happened, a lot of words were said and then I saw a vampires face, his breath close to my skin. That was all fuzzy, but it became clearer after that. I went into oblivion, a never ending place of darkness that I longed to be freed of, to escape, to return to the world of the living. Eventually my wish was answered, and I found the blackness receding, darkness falling away, forming a new type of darkness, which I occasionally resurfaced from and caught glimpses of people, faces, words and useless, meaningless snippets from conversations, I saw a van, then I saw darkness again, darkness when I was in the murky darkness of the unknown, darkness when I surfaced. I could tell I was moving, but that was all I could deduce.

Then finally the welcome darkness can and swallowed me whole.

I woke here in this room, with only a bundle of mismatched memories for company.

I lied awake for what must have been at least 4 hours, time ticking by. My watch had been removed, and there was no clock so I had to guess the time.

In the room there was a small window set with bars in the top corner of a wall and on another wall there was a bed about as comfortable as wood. Actually I'd rather had wood- at least wood is not disguising the fact it's hard.

I hear footsteps on a metal floor, hard sounds that felt unnatural to even my human ears. The sound echoed through the room and I heard them reach the door and stop, suddenly. The silence was an unnatural break from the loud racket a few minutes ago that stopped as quick as it started.
The door opening broke the hazardous  silence, and I saw a lone vampire standing in the door, smiling.

He was cocky. I tried to get to him but suddenly there was a chain holding me, iron, I could sense it was iron. It bound me as well as the handcuffs, binding me tight. There was a burn patch around it and I couldn't get to the vampire, but I growled, snapped and snarled, he had blood and I wanted it, needed to drink it. He was still smiling, didn't he know I was a vampire? I let my fangs grow, and the claws on my hands grow and tried to reach him again, resisting against the chains. They burned like hell, but he had blood, blood I needed, needed to drink, to swallow, to savour. He stopped grinning when he saw my fangs. I could sense fear, I knew he was going to leave me, I had to pull the chains off, once last try. I pulled, straining with all my might, and they snapped. The band encircling each of my wrists was still there, chain dangling off both of them, and the iron hurt like hell but still he had blood.

He wasn't smiling when he tried to shut the door, or when I jumped with the reflexes of a vampire and squeezed my hands in the only visible crack and pulled it open with the super human strength I now had. He tried to protest, but I laughed, he tried to run and I laughed, but only got a few feet away from me in the corridor before I pounced on him, plunging my canines into his neck, on the vein that throbbed like music too my ears. I drained him, like there was no tomorrow, blood rushing through my veins and arteries as I swallowed it in gulps. All too soon his body was drained, and I was crouched over a corpse, less and less blood reaching my mouth.

I stood up and wiped my mouth, free from the feeding frenzy that had just overtook me. I looked around my surroundings and saw I was in a grey corridor, with two iron doors at each end, and only my cell with the door hanging limply off its hinges, the side mangled where I had forced it over. I looked down at the floor and saw it was covered in blood. I looked down behind me and saw the guy, the vampire lying on a cold metal floor and I laughed. It was a high-pitched giggle that didn't belong to me, and I frowned, which only made me laugh harder.