The Vampire Prostitute

Chapter Six

After the massive mental breakdown and the stubborn burn in the back of my throat, I was slowly starting to calm down, but the thirst hurt so much! I was gasping for air, but it wouldn't go down my throat. James held my hand as I was restrained by reinforced steel restraints against a wooden slab. I screamed loudly, my fangs protruding from my mouth. My vision began to darken and I remember tasting blood. It poured down my throat and I felt my body begin to relax.

My vision began to slowly come back and I could actually breath again. I felt the tug as my fangs went back into my gums. I winced in pain, and reach my forefinger up into my mouth. The fangs were no longer there, replaced by my canines. I licked my lips, and for the first time ever, I thought that blood tasted delicious, as sick as that sounds. I felt a hot stickiness on my face, down my neck, and a puddle on my chest. I sat up slowly, the puddle soaking through my shirt and down my chest.

"You can clean up in the bathroom," James said, coming around to stand by me as he wiped his toned forearm with a white rag. I nodded my head, practically stumbling towards the other side of the room. I closed the door behind me, locking it. I turned on the lights, pivoting around to face the mirror. My heart breaks when I don't see my reflection. Like the Bram Stoker's version of the vampire, I had no reflection.

I pulled off the sticky clothing, tossing them into a pile by the door. I run my fingers through my hair, the tips sticky. I turn the shower to full blast, steam dancing to the ceiling. I barely stepped into the shower before James waltzed in. I screamed at the top of my lungs and he jumped back, holding one of his ear. "Jesus woman! I just came to bring you some fresh clothes," he said, sounding quite upset. He puts the clothes on the lid of the toilet, paying no mind to the fact that I was standing naked right in front of him. He turned around, picked up my discarded clothes, and walked back out.

I closed the curtain, allowing the hot water to run down my shoulders. The heat didn't seem to do anything to my skin, aside from washing away some of the blood. I scrubbed my hair and body, and looked down, noticing the rusty looking water. My fingers run over my stomach and I froze when I felt the scar. I looked down and tears burned my eyes. The long and rigid scar ran diagonally underneath my bellybutton, where Blake had sliced me open. The worst part is that, that bastard is getting away with it. A low growl escaped my lips and I threw the shower curtain aside, tearing it down the side. I sighed heavily as I got out.

I dried off with the towel that James had also left me and pulled on the slightly baggy clothes. I opened the door while I dried my hair. I looked around the room and noticed that James was no where to be found. I sighed, tossing the towel over the door like I did at home. Home. The place that I was never going to see again, the people who loved me that I couldn't go be with, and all because of that son of a bitch Blake. Tears burned my eyes and I wiped them away with the back of my hand. I couldn't cry, not after all that I had been through. I heard a knock at the door and fought back the blockage in my throat. "Yeah?" The door creaked as it was pushed open, but I didn't turn around.

"You alright?" James asked. I nodded my head, resting my hands on my hips.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I lied.

"You realize that I have some pretty good hearing, right? You aren't okay. Clearly you aren't okay. You miss your family, don't you?" Tears pushed their way though, falling down my cheeks. I reached up, wiping them away.

"Yeah," my voice cracked. "I'm not just some prostitute...I was someone's daughter, and that son of a bitch has ruined my life. I can't graduate from high school or college...I...I can't even have a baby now...that fucking bastard, I'll kill him." James sighed heavily, and walked over to me, resting a hand on my shoulder.