Bloodlines - Book One - COMPLETE

Chapter 3

It was dusk ...i told myself. It was dusk when I got in the car because the moon is up. We have been in the car for at least a couple hours. Those hours took years off my life.

Sitting here in silence, trying not to cry, and trying to be as quiet as possible. Sitting there imagining what they are going to do to me, why they are calling me 'Pet'.

And their fangs. Are they real? Are they their for show? Or did they have a procedure done till make them look like that.

I hope for the latter.

The car came to a slow roll, up to gates just outside of a forest. And with a high pitch ring, they open and the car continues forward.

And it is beautiful. The trees look tended to, trimmed and groomed into an archway that lays out a long patch to what seems to be another gate.

My anxiety soothes watching the trees. Watching them fade behind me.

My mind began to wander to what I could have done. Maybe it was something I did in my gap?

Eight years ago I woke up. I woke up a couple yards away from a house, roaring with flames. And a nice man in a uniform, which I soon learn was a police officer named Officer David Lee, asking me questions I couldn't quite hear.

Thats my first memory.

Waking up to this older man, asking me if I'm ok, and if I can hear him. And all I did was smile and grasped his face so gently.

He pulled away and called for help. Looking back at me his eyes traveled my body and I was unscaved. Maybe a few bumps and bruises but they nightgown I was in was in perfect condition. Perfectly rested in the snow.

Rushing me to the hospital they seemed worried about me. I couldn't tell them any more then my name, Amelia. The doctors were so confused from my amnesia, seeing how I hadn't hit my head and there wasn't anything wrong with my brain.

The nice police officer that helped me took me until I could remember any of my parents, seeing how I looked to be about twelve at the time. And sadly i never did, I never remembered anything.

I spent my first year all I did was read and mindlessly watch television. Doctors said it was fine, I was learning. I was learning what I liked and didn't like. I was learning how to talk to people. And it might have helped

So eventually I went to school and work in a little library close to our house, seeing how he's worried I'll end up lost again.

He was right.

I was lost, and kidnapped for something I don't know what I did.

Resting my hand on my side where my Mark lie, I sighed. Trying to find some sort of comfort in my situation.

The car stops just past the second gate in front of what looks like a mansion, and around it smaller cots. Maybe, ten little homes that couldn't be any more than 500 square foot a piece.

Like a cute little village.

Suddenly my door open and I'm being dragged out of the van by my collar. "This her?" A woman says. She pulls me up against her and I gasp.

A beautiful older woman, about in her 50s. Held me by my collar. Her soft grey hair in a nice bun and an apron with some comfortable clothing underneath.

"Yes." Demons says in a lull and takes my leash and strides forward, dragging me behind him. My little legs tried to keep up, but these cursed pumps made it impossible to keep up without tripping.

Weaving threw the building at a walk for him, but a jog for me we stop at a beautifully crafted day oak door.

He turns the handle and walls in and five other people stood up and watch walk in. It was a small little auditorium.