A Lonely Prince with Fangs (completed)

Bitten too many Times

***WARNING***
Fowl Language and Abuse in this Chapter.

I woke up sore all over.

It was cold and I felt a cold breeze sweep through my body.

I was on my stomach on the floor. A cold floor. I lifted myself up on my elbows and winced in pain. I let out a gasp as I examined my arms. Bite marks painted my skin. I collapsed and I heard noise.

"She's awake." Someone scooted out of a chair that scraped across a floor that sounded like wood. I felt the texture of the ground and my assumption turned out correct. My eyes were closed but popped back open when I felt my hair pulled up. The yank lifted me off my stomach and onto my knees. I began crying and wanted so badly to fight back but couldn't muster an ounce of strength.

I was too scared to look up at my captor.

"Aw, she's scared," the man holding me snickered.

"No sh*t," another said. I cringed at the foul word. It'd been so long since I heard a bad word.

"Well," the one holding me said, "what should I do?" I heard another chair screech across the floor. I finally gained the courage to open my eyes only to behold the man who was in my room and most likely brought me to this God forsaken place. I looked up at him. He was skinny like Alexandru but not as good looking. I glanced up at the man that had grabbed me. He wore a blue jacket and had shaggy brown hair. He was bulky and big headed. I stared ahead and found a third man at a table shuffling cards. The only light in the room was a hanging bulb above the table. I couldn't really make out the man at the table but he wore a creepy smile. I felt like I was in a cellar of some sort. I shivered and shook as I hung by my hair. The original man that had kidnapped me lifted me up by my armpits and flopped me onto a chair like a rag doll.

"It's about feeding time," he said. He grabbed my arms and I winced. "Damn it Tryst you ruined her f**king arms!" I squeezed my eyes shut because I didn't want to see my arms in the light. How long have I been here? How long have they been doing this to me?

"Go for the legs," the man at the table suggested. I started crying and pleading for my captor to stop as he rolled up my jeans. I screeched and caught my breath as the vampire dug his fangs into my flesh. His bite felt nothing like Alexandru's.

"Please," I implored, "stop,"

"Why do you think the old man has this girl?" The bulky vampire asked.

"Who f**king knows, Tryst. Don't worry about it. He's old, probably lost some sort of sanity."

"You're the ones who have lost your sanity," I whispered. Both vampires viciously smiled at me. My captor wiped my blood from his lips and gave my leg over to Tryst.

"I think the question is: What are you doing with someone like Dracula?" I didn't know how to answer them. "You mean a lot to him from what we've heard Octavian say,"

Octavian? Why would he say anything about me?

"So that's who you are," I said softly. "You're those idiots who want to create a colt of vampires."

"Now that I hear your voice I realize you're American. What are you doing all the way across the globe?"

"I could ask you the same question." I winced as Tryst pulled his fangs out of my leg.