Deadly Embrace

Part one

***pic of zara***

Zara Rose woke up on the same cold, stone floor that's she's been waking up on for a week now. She was in pitch black darkness and tried desperately to adjust her eyes to the dark room. She felt like she wasn't alone and pushed her back up against the wall when she heard footsteps approaching her. As the light flipped on, she was blinded by bright yellow lights.
She blinked her eyes furiously trying to adjust to the light. When she could finally see clearly, she saw him. Damien, the tall dark haired man that had been tormenting her for the past week, stalked over towards her. He towered over her and looked down at her. "What do you want?" Zara questioned him angrily. He reached down and grabbed her by a fistful of hair and pulled her to a cold stone table in the corner of the room. He forced her onto the table as she struggled with everything she had. It was no use against his stone like hands. He wasn't budging. She was afraid of what he was going to do to her this time.
He strapped her down with the buckles attached to the table. One buckle across her chest, one across her waist, and one across her legs. "See where that attitude will get you?" He smiled, but it wasn't a happy one. He walked over to a metal cabinet and when he opened it, there were racks of long titanium knives and various needles and other unidentifiable sharp objects. She shivered, afraid of what he was going to do, but She didn't want him to see her fear. "Sweetheart, you forget that I can tell what you're feeling simply by looking inside of your head." He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Stay out of my head!" She yelled back at him. In a second he had her by the throat. "I'll do whatever I damn well please." He growled in her face. She tried to say something but his hand restricting her airway prevented anything coherent from coming out. Just when she was starting to get dizzy, he abruptly let go. He walked back over to the cabinet full of knives and searched for a second before he found the perfect one. He turned back to her, brandishing a long 10 inch titanium steel blade. He ran the flat part over his fingers and admired it for a second before returning to her. He brought the blade near her chest and the flat surface cane into contacts with her skin. She flinched at the cold shock and starting jerking to get away from the blade, but he wasn't having it. He held her down and, using the sharp edge of the blade, started slowly cutting down her body, from her chest all the way to her naval. She gritted her teeth and her eyes began to water from the pain, but she refused to cry out and give him the satisfaction of making her scream.
She clenched her fists against the pain as he lifted the blade and began to cut another line down her side, from her collar bone to her hip bone. She tried desperately not to cry at the burning sting of the knife gliding through her skin and closed her eyes tightly. She tried to think of good things, of her family and friends, and if the life that she so desperately missed. She was happy, she had a good life, before he ripped her away from it.
             *1 week earlier*
"Do you want me to get the name brand or the off brand Mac n cheese?" Zara asked her mom. "Just get the one that's cheaper," Her mom replied. "Okay, so the offbrand." Zara said. She tossed it into the Walmart cart and they continued on to checkout. After they had checked out Zara asked her mom, "Hey mom can I walk to Maia's house?" "Yeah, sure honey, just be home before dark." Her mom answered. "Okay, thanks mom, love you." Zara said before turning to leave the store.
As she walked towards the automatic doors, they opened and she looked both ways and walked across the street. After about 20 minutes go walking she felt the distinct feeling that she was being followed. She looked behind her and saw a black car with darkly tinted windows driving slowly behind her. She steadily started fastening her face and going faster. In return the car sped up slightly too. She broke out into a run and the car went faster and drive onto the sidewalk in front of her. She didn't stop fast enough and ran into the side of the car. She hit the ground and twisted her ankle, as the door slowly opened. A tall dark haired man stepped out and looked around. Once he saw that no one was around, he reached down quickly and grabbed her arm. He lifted her off the ground and held her in a position where her back was against his chest. He pulled out what looked like a tissue and held it against her mouth. She held her breath, knowing what it would do to her if she breathed in the chemical. Eventually she relented, because she was getting dizzy and needed to breathe. She took a breathe in and the chemical entered her body and she felt herself getting tired. He put her in the backseat and she lost the fight for Consciousness.
      When she open her eyes, she was tied to a chair in a basement. She saw the same man she saw before she passed out standing near her in the shadows and she started jerking around trying to escape the bounds she was tied in. He stepped closer and she was finally face to face with her kidnapper. She finally spoke up, "What the hell is going on? Who are you? Where am-" she was cut off by his hand hitting her across the face. "I ask the questions." He said In a deep voice. That shut her up. She still continued to struggle for a few minutes before she realized that there was no getting out of there. "Are you done?" He asked in mild annoyance. "Why am I here?" She asked mindlessly, forgetting about what happened last time she asked a question. Surprisingly he didn't hit her this time and instead answered, "You're here because I needed a new toy." "W-What does that mean?" She asked, afraid of what the answer might be. "Oh, don't worry, you'll find out soon enough." He grinned psychotically. "What-," she tried to ask but was cut off by him putting duct tape over her mouth. "That's enough talking from you for now. You're beginning to annoy me," He said.
       That's when his teeth began to change and extend. She jerked in her chair in horror and tried to get farther away, which in turn only resulted in her back being pushed harder against the back of the chair. His teeth fully extended into what looked like fangs. Her eyes widened and she was truly terrified now.
       "Oh this, right I forgot to tell you. I'm a vampire. Oh but this will only hurt for a second," he grinned. Before She knew what was happening, She felt his teeth in her neck and her blood being drained from her body. She clenched her teeth and shut her eyes as the blood drained from her body and She became dizzy. She passed out just as he removed his fangs.
      She woke up still tied to the chair but this time She was alone, or at least she thought she was. Her mind tried to process was She saw and felt but how is that possible? Vampires aren't real. Her mind was going back and forth balancing out the possibilities. Maybe he just got his teeth sharpened and he's just a crazy cannibal. Yeah that has to be it. "Sorry to break it to you sweetheart, but what you saw and felt was real. I'm a vampire." He said from the shadows. She widened her eyes as she realized that he just repeated her thought back to her. How the hell did he do that, she thought. "Oh, it's really simple, I read your mind." And if she still didn't believe that he was a vampire from that revelation, he ran so fast that it seemed as if he just disappeared and reappeared and was standing next to her in half of a second. "What the hell? H-how did you do that?!? You were just standing there?!" she freaked out. "I already told you this, sweetheart, I'm a vampire." He repeated once again. "Don't call me sweetheart." She said angrily. This man who just tortured her didn't have the right to call her that. In another half a second he had her by her throat again and growled in her face, "I'll call you whatever the hell I want to call you. And I have every right to because you are mine. You are my property." "I'm not your property," she managed to say through his chokehold. he tightened his grip on her throat until she couldn't breathe at all. She felt like her windpipe was being crushed and right before it felt like it was going to break, he let go. She gasped for air and coughed until she could breathe normally again. He grabbed hold of her chin so that She couldn't look away and said, "You are, and will always be my property." She didn't like the way he said that.
                 *flashback ends*
    The cuts all over her body stung and burned, but the pain was fading now that he was no longer actively cutting her. During the time that her eyes were closed, he had blindfolded her, so she had no idea what he's doing now. Before she knew what was happening and before she could stop it, his wrist was shoved against her face and his blood was in her mouth. This had happened to her several times before, because vampire blood is the only way to heal her and he likes a clean slate, but it still made her want to throw up every time it happened. She could feel the cuts covering her body start to heal. She gagged at the fact that she was drinking his blood again. He ripped his wrist away and she spit out the blood that was leftover.
She distinctly heard him walk away and she was grateful for the break. She had been getting tormented by Damien for a week now. She dreads waking up every day because of the pain that she knows she's going to go through. Damien never told her why he kidnapped her or why he hurts her everyday. All he said was he needed a new toy, which is sick. She heard his footsteps as he returned and she dreaded what he was going to do to her this time. She jumped when she felt his hands on her shoulders. He whispered in her ear, "Are you ready for more fun?" His grip tightened as he waited for a verbal answer. When she didn't answer, he had his arm around her throat in a second. "When I ask, you answer. Do you understand me?" He growled in her ear. "Get away from me asshole." She said stupidly without thinking about the consequences, and about the fact that this smart ass remark May have just caused her a hell of a lot of pain.
He moved quickly towards the metal cabinet again and brought out a series of needles. Zara had always been deathly afraid of needles and seeing him brandishing huge, foot long needles terrified her. Damien grinned at that thought. He had finally found one of her weak spots. He stepped towards her, and held the needle. It had a dark blue liquid in it, and she was afraid of what it was. He grabbed her arm in a vice like grip and tied a rubber band around her arm. He gripped her arm and found a vein on the crease of her elbow, and he slowly pushed the needle into her skin. Small droplets of blood bubbled up to the surface and Damien licked them off. She gagged and gritted her teeth at the pain of the large needle going in her skin. He pushed the end of the syringe part on the needle and she was injected with the blue substance.
In seconds she started shaking and uncontrollably jerking. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she started coughing and choking. Her heart slowed and she could feel her body shutting down as she seized. She began to foam at the mouth and at the very last beat of her heart, Damien shoved his wrist against her mouth and the blood trickled down her throat. She coughed and choked and eventually she passed out and her heart sped up again.
       Her eyes opened to pitch black darkness once again. She looked around and tried to see what was around her. Her eyes took a minute to adjust but once they did she realized that she was alone again. She was finally alone with her thoughts. She thought, why me, when there's so many other girls that he could've picked from. What makes me so special? Why does it have to me that goes through this pain. Why do I have to be the one to suffer? What did I ever do to deserve this. There has to be some reason that he chose me. I just want out of here. I want to go back home to my family. But I've faced the fact that I'm probably stuck here, and will be stuck here for a long time, if not for the rest of my life.
It was then that the lights flickered on and the room was flooded with light. She blinked her eyes and took a minute to get used to the blinding light before she saw Damien standing over near the light switch on the far side of the room. He stalked over to her and untied her from the chair. He reached for her arm and She jerked away from him. "Do you really want to do this the hard way?" Damien growled. "If it makes things harder for you, then yes." She spat. Damien reached out and slapped her across the face before grabbing and pulling her up the stairs into the living room.
She looked around in shock, and wonder. The house was gorgeous, and beautifully decorated. He smirked, "Thank you for noticing, I worked very hard on getting this house to look his way. Don't get used to seeing it though because this is one of the only times you'll be allowed out of the basement." The thought that she was going to be locked in a basement for her entire life scared her. Shes claustrophobic and hates being in one room for too long.
"Why are you letting me out anyway?" She asked cautiously. "I was invited to a party to celebrate the princes coronation." He replied casually. "Prince?" She responded. "Yes, the vampire prince. He's having his coronation." He answered. "He's being crowned as king of all vampires?" She wondered. "Yes, now stop asking questions, we have to get you ready so you don't embarrass me."
With that, he grabbed her arm and pulled her into a room on the far side of the house near the kitchen. He told her to sit in the dark blue chair in the corner of the room. he rummaged through the closet and pulled out a white off the shoulder dress and laid it on the bed. She sat down and watched him pull out his phone. He called someone and said, "She's ready." He waited a few minutes and the door opened and a tall female walked in. She had long black hair that reached her waist and was half up in a braid. Her side bangs were hanging wispily in front of one of her eyes. One of her eyes was piercing blue, and the other was a golden brown. She was gorgeous. She had a tall slim figure and she was wearing a black cropped hoodie, black ripped skinny jeans, and black converse.
"You're Zara?" The girl eyed her up and down. "Yes.." She responded. "My name is Talia, I'm going to do your makeup and hair, but first we need to clean you," she said as she motioned for her to walk to the bathroom. Zara walked through the doorway of the bathroom and for the first time in awhile she saw her appearance. To say she look bad was an understatement. Her blonde hair was dirty and tangled, and her blue eyes looked tired. The bags under her eyes were dark and heavy. She looked away from the mirror and walked all the way to the far side of the bathroom and Talia followed. "What are you doing?" Zara asked cautiously. "You don't seriously think that you're going alone do you?" Talia responded. "I can bathe myself," Zara said, annoyed. "Damien doesn't trust you to be alone." "After what that asshole did to me he doesn't have any right to tell me what I can do," Zara snapped. "Don't speak about him that way," she warned. Zara glared at her. Talia turned on the bath water to warm and then turned to take Zara's clothes off. Zara jerked away in response but Talia grabbed and made her stay still.
      Once she got her clothes all the way off she said, "Get in." Zara stepped in the tub and Sat down. Zara grabbed the soap and started lathering it on her body and getting all of the dried blood and grime off. It felt so good to finally take a bath after not having one for a week. She laid back in the tub and got her hair wet. She picked up a soap bottle and squeezed it out into her hand. She scrubbed it into her scalp and then washed it out. She stood up and stepped over the side of the bathtub, dripping water as she went. Talia stood in the corner waiting as Zara wrapped a towel around her. Zara watched her warily as Talia opened the door again. Zara cautiously walked through it and stood in the center of the room in front of the lit up mirror. She shivered as the ceiling fan blew on her wet hair and skin. Talia grabbed the dress and ordered Zara to take the towel off. Zara slowly took the towel off and put it on the bed. Talia pulled the dress over Zara's head and Zara was grateful to be clothed again. It made her feel uncomfortable to be stared at like that when she had no clothes on. "Sit in front of the mirror," Talia ordered. Zara sat down and looked at herself in the mirror. Her blonde hair was wet and cold, but she felt so much cleaner.
        Talia opened a big black box and it contained several different makeup items, some of which She had never even seen before. She did Zara's makeup and when she was done, Zara was shocked at how good she looked. She had light purple eye shadow in the corner and on her eyelid. There was dark purple blended out on the opposite side of the corner of her eye, and there was some purple glitter on top.
       Her lips were purple and had shiny lip gloss over it. She wondered why there was so much purple. "Damien likes purple and requested for you're makeup to be mostly purple," Talia told her. Talia put zaras hair in a braid and left some of her side bangs hanging down. She got some strapped white heels on Zara's feet, and then pulled out a phone to call Damien. "Damien, she's ready," Talia said. In about two seconds, Damien came flying through the door. Zara yelled in shock, and Damien said "It's about time, come on." He grabbed Zara's arm and yanked her downstairs, through the living room and kitchen, all the way out to the car. He tossed her in the car and tied her to the seat. "What the hell, why am I tied up?!" Zara complained. "So you can't jump out of the car and escape," he responded casually. She glared at him, "Just lock the doors dumbass." He slapped her across the face. "Unless you want to find yourself in a world of pain later, I would suggest that you keep your smart ass mouth shut." She kept her mouth shut at that.
         They were driving for about an hour and a half before they finally got there. It was a large mansion with cars and people- or vampires everywhere. Everyone had a human following them, and some were even tied to the vampires by chains. He pulled her out of the car and put a leash on her. A LEASH. "What the hell? I'm not a dog, get this thing off of me." He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her towards him and whispered in her ear, "Do you really want to act like this in front of a bunch a vampires who can kill you in a second?" He questioned her. "N-no," she replied. "Good, then behave." He said before pulling the leash and making her walk towards the door of the mansion. She feared what was on the other side of that door and as they got closer, she had a bad feeling in her stomach, that this wasn't going to be good.