The Vampires Slave - Editing in Process

Chapter 2

The Vampires Slave

Chapter 2

I was in my room, reading my favorite book when I heard the screams. I hurried out of my room into the hall as fast as my legs could carry me, I ran down the stairs. I frantically looked around the living room and saw some man standing in our door. He had a gun strapped to his hip and wore a leather jacket. I didn't know who he was or why he was here but, somehow I knew that I should run away. I didn't know where my parents were but just as I was about to turn and run, my mother came stumbling out of the kitchen. She tripped, falling to the ground. When I was about to help her up, the man in the leather jacket pulled his gun and shot her.

I awoke screaming in a dark room. I was sweating heavily and didn't know where I was. The dreams horror was slowly fading, but I still knew that my mothers death would always haunt me. I slowly sat up and felt like I just got hit by a invisible wall of nauseousness. I tried to take in the size of the room I was in, but could only make out a few shapes. I heard heavy footsteps that sounded close. Too close. I quickly fell back on the bed, urging myself to let the sickening feeling pass, and assumed a sleeping pose. I heard the door open and kept my breathing even. Heavy footsteps made their way up to me.

Then I felt something cold brush hair out of my face but still tried not to move. It was a soft touch, barely noticeable. I tried to see it as a rather nice gesture, maybe whoever sneaked in here didn't want to kill me or so. Well, maybe they didn't mean to kill me at this actual moment, I was grateful for that. I thought the horror was over when I felt something on my hip, I was about to jump when I heard how who ever was kneeling beside me got up, walked to the door and left me alone in the dark room.

I quickly got up, ran to the door and tried to open it. It was locked. I felt my way along the walls to see how big the room was, then I stumbled over something. I landed face down in my blackened prison. That's when I remembered that my mysterious visitor earlier'd fumbled around near my pocket. I got up and pulled an old key out. I slowly felt my way back to the door and pushed the key into the lock, to my surprise, I was able to push the heavy door open.

I peeked out into the hall, it was dark, but every 5 feet or so there was a torch that was grasped in a medieval looking torch holder, there where no windows. The flickering of the light gave the long hall an eerie gloomy feel. The walls, on some spots, were covered in some deep green moss.

As I listened for some noise to warn me of someone approaching, I slipped out into the hall and closed the heavy door behind me. I didn't want anyone to see that the door to my cell stood open. Even though I wore no shackles, I somewhat had a feeling that I wasn't welcome here. I walked along the hall and came to a set of stairs. There was a beautiful wave of sunlight descending down the stairs and I quickly made my way up into the light.

I didn't know where I was, but I obviously had found the exit.

The scene before me came directly from a fairytale book. There where stalls and people standing by them that yelled to inform everyone that their fish, or vegetables were the best. Little kids running around playing tag. Everyone wore medieval clothes. I kept away from the masses and made my way out of, what seemed to be a medieval shopping plaza.

I came to a river and a clothes line with dried clothes flapping in the wind. I went to the river to wash my hands a little. They were caked in a thin layer of dirt. Apparently they never cleaned those grimy cells. I sat down near the base of a tree, letting it shield me from anyone passing by on the path. Leaning my head back against the hard bark, I willed myself to concentrate. How had I gotten here? I turned my head slightly, looking around the tree trunk back at the busy market. There was no sign of electricity anywhere. This couldn't even be a medieval festival somewhere. Even they used at least some electricity. My hands immeadiately went back to my pockets. I sighed in defeat as I noticed their lack of content. My cell phone was a goner. Along with my iPod.

Looking down at my dirty clothes, I noticed how I stood out from the crowd back there. None of them wore a normal shirt with a hoodie. Not to mention jeans.

My gaze drifted back to the clothesline flapping steadily in the wind. There were some dresses and cloaks pinned to the line. Making sure nobody was watching me, I slipped from my protected little place at the tree trunk to the line, quickly yanking off a long brown dress and a woolen cloak. I quickly surveyed my surrounding, nobody'd noticed me yet. Back at the tree, I quickly stripped and slipped into the dress. It fit me perfectly, though I couldn't help but admire the craftsmanship. The dress was really well made. It reached down to the ground, which was just great because then I could at least keep my sneakers on without them being noticed. I pushed the rest my clothes against the tree trunk. Hoping whoever would find them, would do so after I was gone. I also hoped whoever I was stealing from there, wouldn't be too angry about it. Though I doubted that.

Dressed in a brown dress with the cloak securely around me, I made my way back to the market stalls. I was about to ask someone where I was, when I was pulled into a little tent on the side of the path.