Game of the Vampires

Chapter 5:

     The world was spinning when I opened my eyes. The blinding light above me caused me to flinch. My senses were still dull. Where am I? I dissected my mind to remember what had happened.

     Remember. Come on.

     I glanced down to find that I was naked. A thin white sheet covered parts of my body from my chest to the middle of my thigh. Where were my clothes?

     It was at that moment that I realized what had happened.

     I’m at the Melanchthornes'. I’m not dead. Why am I not dead?

     I clutched the thin sheet against my bare body as I started to lean up from the small table. I was very sore. I noticed that strange wires with needles were stuck in my skin. I reached up and yanked them out one by one, cringing at the sharp pain.

     I looked around the small room that I was in. The walls were a dingy-white color. The only thing inside of the room was the operation table I was on and a small silver tray. I frowned when I saw that there weren’t any tools on the tray I could use to escape.

     I finally moved around until my feet were dangling over the side of the table before I hopped off. As soon as my feet hit the floor, I fell onto the floor. I bit back a cry of pain.

     My eyes moved down to where the pain originated from. A sharp-barbed-shackle was buried in my calf. Blood started to peak around the barbs. I whimpered as the points dug deeper into my skin.

     The door opened, and a slender guard walked in. “Not so fast.”

     A woman then rushed into the room. She had ivory skin and red hair. She was tall and skinny, and judging by her eyes, she was definitely a vampire.

     She walked up and slapped the man on the back of his head. “That was unnecessary.”

     “She was trying to escape.”

     “How is she going to do that when she is butt-naked and has a shackle?” the woman asked as she rolled her eyes at the man.

     The guard released a frustrated sigh before walking out of the room. As soon as he left, the shackle loosened. What looked like tiny teeth marks were indented into my calf.

     The woman knelt down beside me. “You alright?”

     I opened my mouth to say something but only nodded. “W-where am I?” I said in a throaty voice that made me cringe.

     “In cleaning. To be honest, they did a pretty good job on you,” she said as she handed me a small mirror from her pocket.

     I hesitated before taking the mirror from her and examining myself. As I looked into the mirror, I almost gasped at what I saw.

     I no longer looked like the slave girl that I had seen only a day ago in the mirror. My hair had been trimmed and styled. My hair was cut to where it cut off a little past my collar bones. It no longer felt like a thick blanket. It felt light and soft. It even smelled like fresh apples.

     My eyebrows had more of an arch in them. Even my skin didn’t have its sickly pale color. I mean, I was still pale. However, I didn’t look deathly ill.

     “It’s nice, right?”

     I nodded, not being able to say anything. I handed the woman her mirror back. The woman pocketed the mirror before she pulled out a phone. I had seen phones before, but hers looked more advanced than the ones I had seen.