My eyes open to see nothing but darkness.
I lift my arms, but end up hitting the surface that is only inches away from my body. Moving my hands over my clothes, I seem to be wearing a dress made of a smooth, stiff material.
And my hair is styled really uncomfortably.
I groan, and realize I can't sit up.
I bang on the surface above me, most likely a futile attempt at getting out- or anywhere for that matter.
Dust and dirt fell into my eyes.
Squinting, a single, painful memory washes over me.
The very last thing that I can remember is getting shoved off a high balcony by a mysterious figure.
I start to panic, terror seizes my body.
The only thing I know of my surroundings is that it's pitch black, freezing cold, and dusty.
I have no recollection of anything besides the last few moments of last night.
But one thing hits me where it truly hurts- or, rather where it should have hurt.
I stop my train of thought and listen.
Silence.
No breath.
I'm not breathing.
I'm not breathing and I'm still fully conscious.
What happened to me?
What happened last night?
Or was it even last night?
YOU ARE READING
The Dead And The Risen
VampireA sixteen year old girl named Clarissa wakes up lost, confused and alone in New York. Clarissa remembers nothing about her past or where she came from, but she begins to learn many dark secrets when she meets a mysterious man who seems to know more...
