Under the Golden Sky (Vampire)

Chapter 3

I willed my eyes to open, pain searing through my body. My throat felt so patchy and an unbearable amount of pain coursed through my head, threatening to shatter my brain in a million minute pieces.

I swallowed, hoping my  saliva would be enough lubricant for my overly sore and dry throat.

I was in a helpless situation, my senses derived of function.

I strained my ears as I listened attentively to the voices resounding around me.

I tasked my brain, trying to make out the voices, failing miserably.

I bit my lip in frustration, feeling it's chapped surface.

I groaned as the taste of blood spread through out my mouth.

My groaning must have caught the attention of the persons in the room because there was an abrupt silence.

I mentally sighed hoping I would at least be freed from this prison of helplessness. A

Are you awake love,  came a familiar
voice.
I knew I had heard that voice before but just couldn't place it.

I thought harder, hoping to get a mental pop up of the owner of the voice.

Suddenly, I felt someone gently graze my arm.
I shuddered with fear, praying desperately that I had not been somewhat kidnapped.

"Open your eyes love",  came the rich silky voice again.

I cringed, realizing that even in my limbo state,  I was admiring the quality of a man's voice.

Why I was so obsessed with sultry baritone voices, I'd never know.

I sucked in air as I readied my eyes to open,unaware of what stood before me.

It could be hospital staff , care givers, the red cross, my mom or  hell, kidnappers.

But I didn't see any of that when I opened my eyes.

Instead,  I was greeted with the handsome face of a man.

I stared at his sea blue eyes as realization hit me.

This man,  I had met him in a club.

He had shamelessly spoken freely of his sex appeal and I was so disgusted I walked out of him.

God, he had kidnapped me, for being rude to him maybe.

Look what your feisty tounge  has caused you, I whisper groaned.

Now I was at the mercy of the stupid bastard.

"How are you feeling love", he said sweetly, snapping me out of my sulking.

I tried to reply, to utter something, tell him how low he'd stooped so low by kidnapping me, how much of a wretched fool he was but nothing came out.

My throat was scorching hot and dry as hell.

I mouthed, water.