Rare Blood

Chapter Forty-Four: The New Authority

Faye woke to the sound of a door closing. She opened her eyes and was horrified by her surroundings and the beast of a man holding a white bunch of fabric approaching her. The room had plain white walls and no windows. The only light was coming from a single silver scroll lamp with a white shade sitting on top of a nightstand next to the twin size bed she was lying on.

The man was older and shared a lot of similarities with Uncle Fester from the Adams Family. She scrambled off the bed prepared to fight though it didn't look promising for her.

"Who are you? Where am I," she questioned.

"Dress," was his reply and he laid the white fabric on top of the bed.

"No," She refused then noticed she was wearing the green dress from her Halloween costume and it was bloodstained. The last thing she remembered was going into the bathroom of that dirty little motel room to put the thing on... 

"Oh god," she said as the realization of what was happening slammed into her like an eighteen wheeler with no brakes.

The hole in her memory was the result of a  Vampire's blood. Cyrus told her their blood healed and erased memories.

"What happened? Why am I covered in blood and where is Elsie," she demanded.

"Dress," he repeated coldly.

"Who are you," she demanded again completely ignoring his command.

"Put the dress on-"

"No," she balked, but he kept talking, "Or I'll do it for you," with a deliberate smile, displaying his fangs.

Faye got the feeling he was hoping that's how it was gonna go down and she had a real oh shit moment. He was a Vampire and there was no way she could fight him off, but she wasn't built to simply back down. She had to try something and she decided to hit him with the lamp. She was a step away from the thing so all she had to do was lunge for it then crack him over the head and make her way out the door he had come through. It seemed like a great plan... until she took that first step. He had her pinned up against the wall before she even got her fingers on it.

The Vampire shifted her hands into one of his and started to lift the hemline of the green dress making her skin crawl.

"Ok, Ok, I'll do it," she yielded and to her relief, he eased off, but he didn't turn around. The bastard watched her shuck the green and slip into the white. The fabric was thin and the bodice was strapless and stretchy like a tube top. The bottom half was a gossamer material that touched the floor and left little to the imagination. There was no way she would have ever worn anything like it and she asked sarcastically, "Happy," but he said nothing. He simply reached out and slung her up and over his shoulder. She struggled as he carried her out of the room and down a flight of steps. He sat her down in front of a heavy wooden door and ordered, "Enter."

"Why? What's in there," she asked, but he ignored her and pushed the door open then shoved her into the room. She fell to a cold white and grey marble floor.

Faye lifted her head and the scene that she had been pushed into came together leaving her speechless.

The room was large and round with black walls and every ten feet or so there was a large grey and white marble column built into the wall. In between the columns were silver sconces with burning candles and hanging from the center of the room was a large crystal chandelier. Directly under it was a black oval table.  The chairs surrounding were all facing a platform where two silver chairs sat. They had molded gargoyles for legs and came to vicious looking points above the head rests.

On the wall behind the chairs hung two, three foot long swords with their blades crossing, she swallowed nervously. The gothic lair she had been tossed into was silent, but not empty, and all eyes were on her.