Vampire Lockdown

Mystery Cellmate

Life was going well for me, until that faithful day arrived. The day I woke up to see two police officers glaring at me with a paper in hand. They rambled about a non-violent offense to the law (ironic since I'm a Law Mayor in UK, the name's Seth Archer by the way), so I was going to get arrested for having a crack rock in my dorm. As they barged in my dorm and searched everywhere, I stood there processing what I just heard. Worry started to sink in when I saw some assholes from the dorms laughing at me. The thing is those guys really hate my guts, because I roasted them in public real bad (or maybe it's because I'm a red-head). Oh, I was certain they were behind this since the officers found a huge crack rock under my bed. The worst part about getting handcuffed and taken away in front of the whole dorm was knowing who did it and not having evidence to prove it. They obviously sneaked it in there. Judging at how their pranks were getting worst by the week, it didn't surprise me that they would try to get me in prison.

After a week in jail, my parents visited me and gave supplies. Worry was all over my mother's face, so I knew something serious was up. The next day, I was brought to court and got sentenced to 20 years of life in prison. Supposedly for 2 serious offenses to the law with clear evidence and various witnesses. I realized this wasn't a prank, but a straight up crime were I was clearly framed. Shock slapped me in the face and both my parents. I was perfectly framed by those assholes, because the were Law Mayors just like me. Tears filled my mother's eyes as I hugged them good-bye. I wasn't too attached to my parents, because as a rich family they assigned a nanny to raise they're own child. That's why I chose to stay in the dorms in the first place. Now look were that got me...

At last, here I am arriving to HMP Frankland in United Kingdoms to serve 20 YEARS. Out of the few inmates getting off the bus, I was probably the angriest to be there. We were forced into a line and yelled as we walked inside the building. They gave me my blue-gray jumpsuit uniform, which I changed into. A brawny, tough-looking guard explained all the rules in prison and how to behave. Eventually, each new inmate was taken into their shared cells. I heard horror stories about the things that happen in prison cells. Mainly, men turning other men into their pets or sex slaves. A slight feeling of panic and adrenaline began to sink in the back of my mind as two guards guided me to my prison cell. My shared prison cell. I was hearing them talk non-chalantly about my future cellmate. One of them murmured something about him being a creepy guy. Of course, I was going to get assigned with the "creepy" guy. They continued talking and I heard them say he was sentenced to life in prison 100 years ago. In an indirect way, he practically warned me. At least, now I knew what to expect.

After going down a few flights of stairs and walking through a long silent corridor, we stopped at the last door on the left side. The guards took my handcuffs off and opened the door. Expecting to see a withering old man in a corner, surprise paralyzed me when my eyes landed on a handsome young man inside the dark prison cell. "Be careful with the vampire! Haha!," the guards laughed as they locked me in the not-so-big cell with the stranger. What the hell? A vampire? He does look like one? What a childish thing to saw? Curiosity filled Seth's thoughts as he stared at the now glaring mysterious man. He looked pretty young. I began to think the guards were kidding around about the whole 100 years ago life sentence. The man looked about 28-ish, he had short wild curly black hair. He had gorgeous- Wow, I meant, nice, cool dark brown eyes. His facial features were like a model with stunning high cheek bones and full lips...Fucking ho- I meant, badass... Yeah, my brain was beginning to melt just staring at him and trying to make sense of the situation. As I examined him, the guards footsteps disappeared in the distance. Then it was real quiet. Just him and me. He shifted uncomfortably and cleared his throat.

"Hey, ehm, could you stop staring and stuff... It's making me uncomfortable, you know," he spoke low, but I could tell he had a deep voice. He had a strong accent there. More British than mine ever was. I blinked and snapped out of my mind.
"Oh, s-sorry! I didn't mean to freak you out. Hehee..." My awkwardness was spreading through the air like a invisible force field. Why do I always gotta be so damned awkward around new people. "I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Seth Archer." By habit, I took a few steps towards him and extended my right hand. He looked down at my hand and hesitated for a moment before slowly (and gently) giving me a handshake. "Eh, my name is Kalon de Biville..." He sounded embarrassed and slightly irritated. As we pulled our hands away from the greeting, I had the realization that Kalon was like 3 whole inches taller than me. I was 5'5, so he must be 5'8 or something like that. If he wanted to overtake me, he could do so easily- What the hell was I thinking?!