The bloodsucking devil - Dio Brando x OC FF

Deja-Vu

Dark. Everything is dark.
I look around me.

Where am I?

I hold my head. I feel dizzy as the memories hit me. Focusing on my ears I can hear the heavy breathing women around me. We are the blood banks for some handsome vampire-guy.

What the hell am I doing here?
I didn't believe him at first, but from the many women we once were, are only above four others left.

I saw the dead bodies sometimes. They made me sick.

I wanted to leave for a few days now. Not that it was possible for any of us to just walk out of the damn door, not anymore at least. I was here because I thought that handsome blonde was a fake and it was a stupid pickup-line.

How should I have known better?

I could've left the first days after arriving here, but I didn't.

Why?
Why didn't I escape?
Why didn't any of us?

It was probably because something about that man just made me curious. He was charming, it was hard to escape his presence. But more women died.

They looked happy to die for him.
I was ready to die for him too.
Was. Not anymore.
I didn't know for sure why I suddenly wanted to live instead of getting eaten by that man. Or rather by that creature.

Since I made my mind about escaping I tried it for a few days. Every time I thought I escaped I find myself in this room again like I didn't leave. I didn't know why and it started to get on my nerves.

Was I going mad?

I bit my lip, the blonde man wasn't in this room. Well, if I could tell correctly. Sometimes he was and sometimes not. Normally some of us were called to him, and most of the time at least one never returned.

Every time he was near it made me feel weird.
I acted out and I wanted him to bite me. I wanted him to drink my blood. He was charming, yes. But charming could not be possible the reason why so many women wouldn't mind dying.

Plus that can't be the reason I wouldn't mind to die. Well yes, I'd have to but not for somebody else. Or best not at all.

Wouldn't be dying of blood loss painful as hell?

I stand up quietly and head for the door. The others didn't mind. In fact, they didn't care for anything else than the vampire that sucked the life out of them. They all turned into willless puppets that only cared about being his favorite. I pushed the door open. 

Outside it was dark, yet it wasn't as dark as in our room. Our cell.

My clothes were ripped at many parts and I didn't have shoes. Actually, I don't know where they went.

I had shoes when I arrived here. Didn't I?

For a few seconds I stood still in front of the door, just trying to figure out were my fucking shoes went. Then I remembered I was trying to escape my death and not find my shoes.

Yes, I could swear to the Lord himself, I would have escaped so many times if I just would stop spacing out on random things.

I started walking really fast until I saw the stairs I searched for. It was weird how much of a Deja-Vu I had.

I could swear I was running down those stairs yesterday. But if I truly was I would have been dead or I would've escaped. I wouldn't just be back in that dark room with the other women.

It felt frustrating. Freedom was so far away and yet so close. I walked the stairs down, a lot calmer then I thought I could. If I go out there I would die because of hunger but if I stay here I would die because I would get eaten.

That irony.

If I really get out alive today I could try to travel. I could find a better place to live in. A place where I could eat as much as I want. I could do it, but only in my dreams.

I couldn't afford anything to eat before, so I couldn't afford any way to travel to a better place. When my thoughts went wild I didn't even notice how I was in front of the last door that would send me out of this living hell.

But actually it wasn't. Why do I try to run away? For what? Yes, I don't want to die for anybody but I would die alone if I go out that door. The vampire, which name I had forgotten, would find and kill me if I wouldn't starve first. That was the painful reality.

I didn't had a choice to live.
Maybe the only real choice I had was how to die. Maybe that was the truth, but I didn't want to accept that.

I placed my shaking hand on the door as I close my eyes. The only real chance I have to live is to get out of here. Even if the chance is low if I just get out. I could maybe live.

I push the last door open and run outside. Looking at the sky. The stars shine strongly tonight.

It was night?

My feeling for the time was completely gone. I run to the big gate that would finally free me from this nightmare. I reach for it to push it open quickly.

Suddenly everything goes dark for a second. The realization that I'm not outside anymore hit me. The sounds of the other women are around me.

I'm back in that room again.
Am I back?
Why?
Did I truly leave or was that all in my mind?

If I did, it would've been to easy, right?
It seems that any try to escape is pointless.

Was it a dream? I don't think so.
Or rather I did not feel like that.

I go to the door again, pushing it open and running to the stairs. I run down the stairs as fast as I can, pushing the door to the outside open again.

Dark.

I'm inside that room again.
This can't be a dream.

I do it again, going out, running to the stairs. Jumping down the stairs and almost tripping, running down the hallway and rushing out the door.

Dark.

The other women around me seem to not notice that I disappear and appear every few seconds again. I stand up and repeat my every action. Same outcome.

Again.

Again.

Again.

I run down the stairs for the fifth time now. The Deja-Vu feeling I had and still have every try annoys me, makes me stick to my stomach.

It makes me feel ill, like there's something just wrong.
Like there's something I've been missing this entire time.

I trip and fall.

Rolling down the rest of the stairs, I whimper as I land on the floor. My eyes, which I closed shut in the fall, are opening again. I see two feet in front of me.

My eyes widen as the realization hit. I would die.

I would die, this was it. I look up to see a muscular man. I couldn't see his face right because of the darkness, his blonde hair clearly visible but a shadow hid his features.

Still I knew exactly who it was.

"And where do you try to go, Mademoiselle?"