Sorry this took so long! I've had it written forever, but because of some miscommunication between Hezaa and I, it was only now typed up. :P We have a few more chapters coming your way though!
~Ari
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Ch. 8
(The night before)
(Zoey’s POV)
Despite my assurance that I was in fact NOT a werewolf, the man took me to a warehouse just off the town square that I’d thought abandoned for as long as I could remember.
“Home sweet home,” he muttered to himself. He didn’t look all that fond of the old building to me, and I couldn’t blame him. It had always been an eyesore.
He led me in, calling out for his fellow vampires. (Not that I believe him for a second about that. I still thought this whole thing was an elaborate practical joke. A bad one.) No one answered.
“Must be out to hunt,” he murmured. “Oh well. Come on, Zoey. I’ll find you somewhere to sleep.”
The dark-haired man led me to a small section of the huge factory room, blocked off by huge crates and some heavy machinery. Inside the separate space was what you could call a bedroom. A hammock hung from two sturdy hooks in the corner. Some smaller crates were being used as tables or for storage. A small trash bin sat by the entrance, overflowing with – I wrinkled my nose – dead animals, mostly rodents like mice and squirrels. The weirdo grabbed it, embarrassed, and took it elsewhere. He returned with the trash bin moments later, now empty. I was busy looking at some of the things on the crates, particularly a few old photos. One in the center, obviously the most treasured, depicted the man, smiling and not at all creepy, with a beautiful woman.
The man slapped the picture facedown.
“Who is she?” I asked
“No one,” he lied gruffly. “She died a long time ago.”
“She had to be someone if she died,,” I insisted, but earned nothing but a dark glower and a suggestion to go to bed. I slipped carefully into the hammock as the man sat down on the dusty warehouse floor.
“Aren’t you going to sleep, too?” I asked.
“And leave you unguarded?” He scoffed. “I’m not that stupid, kid. Robert would kill me if you escaped.” He paused. “He’d also kill you if I left you unattended.”
Something about the way he said this put me on edge.
“You have to sleep sometime,” I reminded him.
“So do you,” he replied. I heard shuffling on the floor; he was getting comfortable. “I don’t need much sleep. A lot less than you do.”
“I’ve pulled four consecutive all-nighters before,” I warned him. “And I took a nap earlier today. I can stay up all night if I have to.”
“Same here.”
I ground my teeth. Man, this guy was irritating. But I’d show him. I would wait until he fell asleep. I would escape.
An hour of full silence later, my captor spoke up again. “Just give up, will you? You have no hope of running away.”
“You don’t know that,” I snapped.
“As a matter of fact, I do,” he replied. I heard him stand and approach the hammock. I sat up, immediately wary of him. I didn’t trust that glint in his eye.
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Bad Blood (previously known as "Let's Be Animals")
AdventureZoey Waverly is a girl plagued by loss. In eighth grade, her best friend since birth, Klaudia Dare, disappeared off the face of the Earth. No one could find her, but Zoey couldn't give up looking. However, one night in her senior year, she hears...