Chained to Me

14: Little Bird

I couldn't believe what I had done. I stood on my knees, staring at my shaking hands as blood dripped onto my white dress. The meadows surrounding me, filled with corpses, dead by my own hands or someone else's. I didn't know how I got there, nor how I got blood on my hands.

I was shaking, crying. Trying to make sense of what could have happened. Then a man approached me, bent down and with one hand touched my cheek. I couldn't see his face. The shadow consumed it... but his hand felt warm.

What was going on?

"Everything will be alright." He said, his voice deep but unrecognizable. It made my heart skip a beat nonetheless. And that's when I woke up.

I sat up, trying to catch my breath, the dark room I had ended up in was turning. I grabbed on to the nearest surface, feeling something stick to the palm of my hand. Slowly, I looked from the corners of my eyes, still trying to make the room feel steady, but at that moment, everything was working against me.

I had just grabbed the arm of a dead person. Jason, to be specific. I immediately retrieved my hand, wiping the dried blood onto the even drier ground. His throat was slashed with a sharp object while his limbs had small markings on it, that could as well be fangs that dried his body until there was no liquid left. His cold dead eyes piercing mine, as if they still followed my every move.

How did I end up here? My thoughts instantly lost under the loud beating of my heart echoing in my ears. I tried to think hard what my last memories were, quickly realizing I was in the woods with Macey. And she wasn't with me, even though she vanished before that man had showed up.

I searched the room but there was nothing but darkness consuming the dungeons which seemed to be underground. I scavenged for something other than a wall, like a door, but instead I met with iron bars, that were of course, locked shut.

I finally put the puzzle pieces together, knowing well I was in a cage or a dungeon cell, like some prisoner, or more accurately, a hostage.

A door suddenly flew open, some warm light dazzling from the stairway in front of the cell I stood in. Laughter could be heard from the top, as well as whimpering. A man stomped down the steps with keys in hand. Clicking them together with every step he took.

"Gosh, those guys crack me up." He said to himself, reaching for the iron door as his long hair fell in front of his face. I stepped back, letting the shadows swallow me. The key turned, the door opened and in he walked, still able to see me even in the darkest of shadows. He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me out of the cell, leaving the door wide open. I buried my nails in the wall as he dragged me up the stairs.

The room upstairs coming into sight, noticing more people. No. More vampires, waiting for another human meal to walk in. They were sitting around a table, laughing as one of the girls wiped off some blood from her face with the back of her hand. They had just finished off a meal. It took me seconds to notice a body lying next to them. Her hands tied behind her back, while her skin was white, dried from the blood in her body. It was Macey.

I halted, forcing myself to take deep breaths and think of a way out of this nightmare. The man behind me shoved me to the floor with immense force, knocking over the chair in the middle of the room.

The vampires all turned around, noticing a frail human on the floor, her body already bruised from the impact. One of the males with distinguishingly blue eyes rushed to the man who had just thrown me, pinning him to the wall.

"Did I ever say to throw it?" He barked.

"What's the point? It's still edible."

Blue eyes sighed, letting go of his neck, then he walked to me as I tried to think of a way to get to the window without being noticed. He crouched down, getting a whiff of my scent, suddenly stopping as if he remembered something.

"You're a special little bird." He smiled. But that smile immediately turned into anger as he grabbed my hair, pulling me up on my feet. "Get the chair," he yelled. Two girls brought the chair. He tossed me to them and within a second, my hands were tied behind my back and so were my feet. He brought a chair for himself, sitting in front of me.

He slowly moved some hair away from my face, revealing my neck. He licked his lips showing one of his fangs.

I'm done for! My mind shut down at the sight of his fangs. They weren't white. No. on the contrary, they were still stained with blood from his previous meal. My heart started pounding, my vision blurry. With every echoing heartbeat, the room started going darker, then brighter, until I spotted a shadow behind blue eyes.