Hesitant Touch

2

"Is she awake," A soft panicked female voice spoke,"Should I get her more blankets?"

My head was pounding.

"Enough! She is a prisoner, not a house guest. She doesn't get special treatment because she made a stupid decision to run out to the middle of a half frozen lake, and did you also forget she killed Steven?" A Male voice, no doubt. It was harsh and cold.

I lifted my arms only to be stopped by a hard, cold surface. A clanking sound arose as I attempted to move. My eyes fluttered open, reveling a bright light shining directly above. I instantly closed them and then re opened them to see a face. A man standing over me was studying my face. His face structure wasn't very pronounced, and his eyes were sunken back into his head. His lips were extremely thin, but his eyes were a honey gold color. They were almost unnatural.

"She's awake send for him,"the man above me spoke.

It was the same from before. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a container that had two red rounded pills, and he handed them to me with a bottle of water," Drink."

I did as I was told, and he took the water bottle back from me. There was a squeaking sound that sounded like a door being opened and then a loud slam. I watched as the man backed away and leaned against a dark wall. I sat up, looking around.

There were cuffs around my wrists that were attached to a small chain embedded into the wall. The walls themself were grey and dull. I looked down, seeing that I had different clothes on.

My parka was replaced by a white pullover, and my pants were black leggings. I was sitting on a cot as well, which was surprisingly comfy. A couple of blue blankets covered my lower body.

There was a wooden desk that sat in the corner opposite to where the cot was. There were also drawers in the desk. Maybe something I could use to escape would be in the drawers. The door had a window on it it was small and could only be opened from the other side.

This whole place made me feel like I was a mental patient in an insane asylum. The door squeaked open, and in walked a short woman followed by a lengthy Male. He came towards me in a threatening manner. He was extremely handsome. His face was very chiseled out with short hair. Then his eyes met mine, and they pierced into my soul, keeping me locked with his. They were blue with orange encrusted into them. They were weird and captivating. He motioned for everyone to leave the room.

"Can you talk?" His voice was filled with dominance and determination. I nodded. "Why were you roaming through our lands?"

"I don't know." I spoke without sounding weak," I woke up somewhere and started walking."

"What do you mean you just woke up?" His eyes were like daggers pressing me further.

"I don't remember anything before I woke up in the snow. I remember the guy with the wolf and falling into the water,"I stated honestly.

"You expect me to believe this bullshit?" His expression became darker. I nodded hesitantly,"How did you kill the wolf?"

"I don't know," I stated strongly," he was standing over me, and then the next thing I knew, I was covered in ash and bones."

He shook his head,"What's your name?"

"I don't know." My voice came out weakly. He crossed his arms, staring down at me.

"Can you shift," He raised his eyebrow.

"What does that mean," I was confused with his question.

He looked at me confused as well."Do you drink blood, use magic, or eat people?"

"What kind of questions are these? No to all,"I was becoming irritated, and I was curious. Did this guy believe in vampires?

"Alright, human," He said quietly as if talking to himself.

"Anymore questions, or am I free to leave?" I asked in a strained voice.

"You are a prisoner, my prisoner. Prisoners don't get to come and go as they please. You will stay here till I decide what to do with you." He turned facing away from me.

"Can you uncuff me?" I asked.

He didn't say anything, just came forward. He shoved his hand into his pocket and dug around till he pulled out a single key. He shoved the key into the key hole and jiggled it around for a bit. His hand brushed against mine, and he stopped moving the key. I looked up at him, and he stared into my eyes, but his eyes were soft, almost kind looking. He just stared, so I cleared my throat, and he snapped back to jiggling with the lock. And with a click, the cuffs fell to my lap. I rubbed my wrists.

"Thank you." I said, looking down.

He turned and opened the door but stopped,"Don't make me regret not putting the ankle cuff on you, mate."

He went out, shutting the door behind him. There was silence for a moment, but then a voice shouted, "She's your what!"

The silence set in as I heard footsteps fading away from the cell I was locked in. I got up and went to the desk and opened the drawers. Not to my surprise, there was nothing in any of them. I laid back on the cot with a huff. How am I going to get outta here? That was the only thing that mattered, leaving this place.

The door opened what felt like hours later of my pondering my escape plan to which had gotten nowhere. The guy who interrogated me earlier walked in with two new guys whom I had never seen before. The blonde one reeled in a cart with what I'm assuming are torture devices. The other guy was a redhead like me.

"Restrain her," the "interrogator" spoke.

I stood and started backing away from the red head that stepped for me. My back hit the wall, and I prepared to punch the guy. He reached for me, and I took a step forward, swinging my fist directly at his face. He grabbed my wrist before I was able to make contact with his jaw. He shook his head. He then disappeared into thin air. Well, not really. His body had been replaced by small paper thin grey confetti, and his skeleton came exposed. All his bones collapsed in on themself to the ground.

"Witch," was all they could both say.