Is it wrong to love a vampire?

Chapter 44

The chains rattled against Sam's wrists as she struggled to reach the blade. Isabella knew where she was stabbing with that blade. She stared down at the old piece of steel with a plain wood handle, she couldn't stop picturing her parents dying by its hand. That curved blood splatter on repeat in her mind.

Sam pulled and twisted manically, trying to free herself. The blade engulfed her lower body in flames.

Time was running out for her.

She stood up, gritting her teeth at the agonising pain and squashed herself into the wall. Sam brought her hand towards her stomach, the chains straining and shaking as her hand moved closer. She could barely touch the end of the blade with her fingertips. She shuffled across, closer to the chain and the shift caused a searing pain to erupt from her midsection.

She was so close.

Her fingers fumbled around the wood handle, she managed to move it a few inches out. Giving her a chance of a better grip to remove the blade entirely. She let out a sigh as the tip finally emerged from deep in her flesh. She threw it on the floor and heard it clatter across the rock hard surface, glad to be away from that family killer.

Sam turned her attention to the chains, ignoring the pain still throbbing from her stomach. The bolts were secured tight, if her movements hadn't loosened them, she wasn't going to be able to do it now. She studied the cuffs, they were too tight around her wrist and there was no way she was going to get them off. Sam smacked her head defeatedly against the coarse wall.

'Damn it.' She muttered falling to the floor. 'Chad was the one who was always good at locks.'

Muffled voices outside her cell drew her attention, she bit her lip and glanced towards the door. Taking a deep breath, she called out.

'Hey. Whoever's there. Open this door please.'

Her response was some laughing, or sniggering, it didn't matter to Sam. She moved into the wall, steadying her nerves. The door unbolted with a loud thud and creaked as it was flung open.

'Well, well, well, what 'ave we got 'ere.' A man called from the doorway, one hand on the handle, the other leaning against the frame. 'A little girl out 'ere all 'lone' His eyes roved over Sam's shabby appearance.

She took a deep breath and regained her courage. 'Not anymore.' Sam smiled sweetly. 'Why don't you take these silly chains off and we can talk.'

'Sorry girlie, I gots me orders but...' His eyes roved over her poorly covered body. 'They didn't say we couldn't 'ave no fun.' He smirked.

He stumbled as he pushed himself off the doorway. She swayed in the small area she was confined to. He stumbled his way towards her, clearly too drunk to achieve anything. She waited until he was close enough before she kicked him in the knee.

Anger passed through his eyes and he grabbed her face.

'Listen 'ere girlie. I 'old your life in me 'ands so don't go kicking me.'

His soot stained fingers reeked of old ale as his calloused hand dug into Sam's cheeks. She tried not to breathe, his breath was full of stale cigarettes and bits of aged beef still stuck between his teeth. She rested her foot against the wall, waiting for his next move.

'Let me go.' Sam said throwing him a vicious smile. 'Please.'

He laughed, giving her a face full of the disgusting combination. 'Look at ya. Ya chained and at me will and you be the one barking orders.'

In the fluorescent light, a silver glint shined out of his pocket. Sam hid her excitement. He pressed his body up against her, his unstable balance crushing her against the stone. Sam moved her hand towards him, the chain rattling at each motion and dug around in his pocket With his face pressed into the nape of her neck, he didn't notice her pulling out the keys. She immediately moved to unlock her cuffs, keeping an eye on his pathetic attempt at kissing.