Bloodlines - Book One - COMPLETE

Chapter 1

Hello my lovelies. And welcome to Bloodlines, i might change it later *shrugs*. This is a new book thats been on my mind for a bit of time. Enjoy!

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"Wha ...what's going on?!" I cry.

My captures threw me down here like some sort of animal and tied me up.

Before I could blink shackles are on my ankles and wrist, chaining me to cold wet stone, and a sticky concrete floor.

My jailers marched away, whispering under their breath and stomp up some wooden stairs and slamming the door behind them.

It was dark. No light. No sign anyone is in here. Yanking uselessly on my chains I whimper and fight as much as I could to break these chains. 

Slowly I fell to my knees and cried. Cried so much and my pulls of life became useless attempts to be free.

I'm going to die…

I don't even know what happened.

I was just…..walking home and someone tackled me into an alleyway. I remember hitting my head...and passing out.

My fingers slowly went threw my hair shaking, and I felt warm tackly liquid all in my roots, moving closer I jolted in pain, feeling an open wound.

I woke up, a flew times in a car…? And officially woke up being dragged out of the car and down here.

The doors open and yelling filled my cellar. "You felt the bitch bleeding?!" A man yells and I try to back away. "God, it smells down here." Some one says and slowly descends the stairs.

Run!

I could feel the murderous air pooling off of him. And his silhouette stops at the end of the stairs and face me. I tried to tug free. But I couldn't. I couldn't break them.

"Quit your whining," he yells as a hand came crashing down my face. But he was just...over there. My shaking fingertips reached for my cheek, but before I could, he picked me up by my neck.

Dragging my back against the wall he lifts me so my toes barely touch the ground. Which isn't far for my shortw stature. "My, aren't you pretty." He said lowly.

Grasping his fingers to try to pull them away from my neck I gasp, needing air. The smell of his breath was off. It was this weird mixture of iron and mint. "Let...me...go…" I huff struggling to pull his hand away.

The man began to laugh. Bellow even. And then stops and smiles, his teeth glowing in the dark. Revealing a pair of razor sharp ...fangs?!

I must have done something because his laugh came back and he moved his face, inches from mine. "I would keep your mouth shut, or when your master gets here, you will lose a tongue." Dropping me I fell to the ground, coughing and holding my neck.

"Get her some food and feed her some Reds. Gotta doll her up before he gets here." He yells as he marches up the steps.

Wrapping my arms around my stomach, I shook. I shook in fear of what I was thrown into. And shortly after the man left, a woman and a different man showed up. I could tell because the previous guy was bulky and this guy is a bit thinner.

The man slaps the womens butt and she scurries over her with a little yelp. Setting a tray in front of me she whispers. "Please drink...itll make everything better." She stood up and slowly backed away.

My eyes follow the tray she placed. And neatly sat some bread, assuming a sandwich and a glass filled with some sort of liquid. Looking back up at them the man made a rude gesture for me to hurry. Slowly I grab the bread and nibbled on it.