The Vampire & The Vixen

We Don't Bleed The Same

I woke up with a pounding headache, and I couldn't remember a single thing that happened after I got into the shower. Had I fallen and hit my head? Had I fallen asleep on my bed after I got out of the shower?

Why hadn't Luke and Aurora tried to come and get me?

Finally opening up my eyes, I saw where I was and screamed.

Well, tried to scream was more like it. I quickly realized that I had a gag in my mouth that prevented me from getting any coherent noise out.

Trying then to get up from where I was seated on a wooden chair, I came to find out that I was also tied down to this chair.

Oh, fuck.

I kept screaming against my gag and fighting against my restraints, even if it felt useless, because I knew if I didn't try anything I was giving in.

I wasn't the type to just give up.

Trying to kick my legs out once more to break free of my restraint, I felt the chair I was tied to tip backwards, and I braced for the impact that I knew was coming.

"Ow." I grumbled against the gag as I fell back and fell rather harshly onto my back.

Looking around the room it looked like I was in a fancy hotel room, which confused me even more.

Just as I started to tell myself that I needed answers, I heard a pair of footsteps outside the door, and I panicked.

I knew there was no way to actually get out of the predicament I was in at the moment, so I just shut my eyes and waited for whatever was about to go down.

"Hmm." A male voice grunted, slamming the door shut behind him.

I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter and waited for any sign of what was going on.

"She's still out. What do you want me to do?" The same voice asked.

I heard no response, so I could only assume he was on the phone.

"No, I only took blood from her at her house, neither of us have taken anymore from her." He said to whoever the hell was on the other side of the phone.

Taking blood?

Oh fuck, I remembered reading about some people who would kidnap others for medical purposes to take their kidneys or even blood to sell it on the black market.

I quickly took a peek down at my stomach, and to my relief, there was no scar or evidence that I had been hurt. Just a tiny dot in the crease of my elbow, obviously from a needle.

All I could see of the man without risking being caught was the black jeans he had on with black high platform boots on.