Bloodlust

Chapter One

A dull pain throbs in her temples, her blood pumping rapidly through her veins. She feels a few rays of the sun kissing her skin, warming her face.

Slowly opening her heavy lids, her eyes take a couple blinks before her vision cleared and she focuses on her surroundings.

She was definitely not in her own room. Last time she checked, her apartment had plain white walls and it didn't look like the inside of a shabby barn.

"I knew ten shots of tequila wasn't the best idea," she groaned as she slowly sits up, noticing the old fashioned dress caressing her body. The material was pure white but felt thick and heavy.

The last thing she remembered from last night was her and her friend getting wasted at Cherry Bomb, the famous nightclub on Venetian Avenue. After a couple of shots, everything became a chaotic blur.

A figure walks into the room and she blinks up at it, not knowing what to say. The figure was dressed in a similar thick white cotton dress but had a black veil on their head.

"Veny, are you alright?" the strange person runs to her and gently holds her hands.

Lavender is thrown off guard. Only close people called her by that nickname, yet she has no idea who this woman was.

"Who are you?" she asks.

"It's me, Jasmine," the girl pulls her veil back and all she could see were a pair of green eyes.
Underneath the veil was a cloth that wrapped around the bottom half of her face so all you could see were her eyes.

"Stay here, I'll go fetch your medicine from Ronnie. Make sure you stay off your back, your dress will pull on the stitches," the Jasmine girl runs off.

And at the mention of stitches, she becomes aware of the pain shooting up her back, slowly turning her body, she sees that the thin sheets behing her was soaked with blood.

"What in the hell happened?"

She decides to wait for the girl so she can ask some questions and clear up the mess in her mind.

"Don't move, I'll apply the ointment so that there won't be any major scars left behind," Lavender didn't have time to protest when the girl gently lifts up the back of her dress and began wiping her skin with a wet cloth.

"What happened to me? What am I doing here? Where am I?" Lavender grits her teeth when the cold liquid went between her open skin.

"I'm so sorry, it's all my fault. We were supposed to bring the tea to the Master but I accidently tripped in the hallway. I should've owned up to my mistake even if you volunteered to take the blame," the tell tale sign of sniffles comes from behind her.

"Veny, I'm so sorry. I should've been the one to get whipped. I was a coward and I don't deserve someone like you in my life," the silent sobs bounced off the rotten wooden walls.

Lavender sits there, now she's more lost than she was before asking questions.

"Am I dreaming?"

"Oh fuck! Am I fucking dead?!"

She hisses when she straightened her back, causing the cloth to get stuck to one of the stitches.

"Please calm down. We'll get in trouble if one of the guards hear you cursing," fear was evident in Jasmine's voice.

"I must be in a coma or something. I'll probably wake up in St. Paul's Hospital soon," she mutters.

"You've been asleep for two days," the girl started applying a gel like substance to her back, dainty hands working over her sensitive skin.