Sunday Colbert was only 16 when she escaped from the Barron city's juvenile correction facility, two years before she was to be transferred to a women's prison to spend the rest of her 15 year sentence.
She thought she had freedom until a storm in t...
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Sunday stood watching him--or it, she didn't know what to call the male like creation who called himself Sir Johnathan Victor. The first thing she'd thought to call him was vampire. That was obvious, but those didn't exist. Right? But what human could possess such long canines, and claws the size of kitchen knives? Not to mention his speed, it was unreal, uncanny more like it. Preternatural.
He was pacing, she didn't know what had him thinking as he paced the long hallway of the large place. She was too busy taking in the surreal surroundings to even care. She could've sworn she'd been placed in a really bad Dracula movie.
"Do you have any family that will be looking for you?" He asked.
"No."
"Are you anemic?"
"No, not that I know of."
"Virgin?"
She furrowed her eyebrows, "That's none of your business." She spat.
"What were you arrested for?"
She didn't know if she should answer that or not. If she did would he kick her out? Or maybe he'd kill her right then and there. Turning her in would've still been the worse case scenario in her mind. Her body visibly tensed, and her heartbeat increased dramatically. She sighed, taking her chances seeing as she couldn't turn back now.
"Murder."
His questions stopped after that. As did his pacing.
She traced along the gauze taped to her neck courtesy of the old butler, as well as the bunny slippers and the bandages wrapped on her frostbitten feet, she tried to stand perfectly still but in turn opted to lean all of her 194 pounds against the pillar. The butler was strange just as the vampire, he remained quiet except to introduce himself and ask if she was in anymore duress. She hadn't received a change of clothes though, she didn't mind though now that she was finally completely dry.
She stared at him, and before she knew it her mouth began moving before she could stop it. "What are you?" She asked. She knew, but she wanted him to say it. She had a really big problem with opening her mouth, without thinking. It's one of the reasons she'd ended up where she was.
"Isn't it obvious, dear?" He said with a raised brow. "I'm not human, and I drink blood like a bedbug."
'So he's a comedian too, then.' She thought to herself.
Her stomach began to feel unsettling, as she remembered she avoided eating at the facility before her escape. She willed herself to put the thought of food in the back of her mind.
As she stared down at the fluffy house shoes she heard him stop his footsteps. "Are you hungry?" He asked.
Her eyes nearly bugged out of her head. "You have mind reading abilities too?!" She asked incredulously.
