Chapter Twenty Two

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A/N +100,000 views!?! Wow. Just wow. When I saw that a few days ago, I flipped out completely! I never thought this story would be as popular as it is. Thank you to everyone who comments, votes and fans! I very much appreciate it! :)

I really do apologize for this late update! Writer's block decided to rear its ugly head (again). I have graduated from Graduate school, so thanks to everyone for the congratulations! I went on vacation last week and stayed as far away from the computer as I could get... seriously, I just got on to check my email about job interviews and to check to see if there were any job postings on various school sites that I would like to work in. :) I apologize in advance for any typos that this chapter may have; I wrote it fast and didn't really edit it since I wanted to get it out as fast as possible before I got mobbed for taking so freaking long with it!

Warning: there is more torture in this chapter, but it is not described that much and goes by pretty fast.

Song Choice: Gravity by Sara Bareilles

The sharp sting of a knifepoint digging into the skin of my lower stomach jerked me back into consciousness.

I had barely opened my eyes when Christophe who was still sitting in the chair next to me spoke, "Well, it's about time you woke up," he grinned at me, "Now, the fun can really get started..."

I really didn't like how he said that.

"I realized while you were unconscious that I hadn't finished playing doctor on you yet... there are so many more things I'm curious to see inside you and since we just have all this time to spare and you're just lying here anyway, I figure that now is a good time to play doctor, don't you agree?"

He didn't even give me a chance to respond before he continued speaking, "Though, now that I think about it... maybe a little reunion between you and your father is in order, hmm?" he asked, "You haven't seen him in so long and I know how much a child needs their father in their lives." The way he said that made me think that he wasn't just talking about me.

"Not really," I said, "That man – or really, thing – is no longer my father; he lost that title when he became one of you. He's no more my father than Annabelle is my grandmother."

"Aw... I'm truly hurt by that statement, Jessica," the sound of my father's voice made my jerk my head to see him standing a little ways away; near the stairs, "The fact that I'm a vampire now doesn't change my role in your life."

"The hell it doesn't" I spat at him, "You fucking participated in my torture and then you're not even sorry about it. I saw the look in your eyes before I passed out and surprise was there, but guilt sure as hell wasn't."

The fact that guilt still didn't appear on his face even after that last admission was proof enough of my suspicions that he was no longer my father. However, if his face didn't convince me then his next statement certainly did, "Aw, I'm sorry you didn't enjoy that, Jessica, but I can't help myself... causing others pain is just so much fun."

Yea, that was totally not my father anymore; my father would have never said that.

Ever.

I couldn't even form words; I was too horrified by what my father had said.

It's not like I really should have bothered though since Christophe spoke and my attention was drawn to him, "You know, Jessica, you really shouldn't be taking your eyes off the person who's holding a knife to your body," he spoke almost conversationally, "You never know when that person will do something painful to you with that knife, " I turned my head to see the psychotic grin on his face, "Let's see what other internal organs I can see before you pass out..."

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