My Super Depressing Story About How I Became The First One

Chapter Thirty-Two

It has been a week or so since I was captured by the King of all Vampires. Malicai had not yet been to visit since the first night. I tried to count my lucky stars, but something had me very worried. Why hadn't he been down to check on me? Wasn't he meant to be convincing me to turn to the dark side for him? To become his partner in crime or whatever? Yet all I get is silence.

I haven't had any form of contact with anyone. I did try and make a little light conversation with the hand that popped through the little hatch at the bottom of the bolted door, but noooo. They were just there to deliver my food and drink and nothing more. To be completely honest, I don't even know exactly how long I have been down here. Could be a week like I assumed, or it could be more. Maybe less.

I constantly thought of Frost and Cain. Did they know where I was? Did they care? Were they looking for me? Were they even still alive? So many questions went unanswered. I craved their warmth and love. I could still smell Cain's clove and orange peel autumn musk and Frost's fresh cut grass and turned earth scent. I missed them whole heartily.

If I hadn't been focusing on them and how to get out of here, I may have started to go a little crazy. Being cooped up in these four walls is enough to make anyone catch a little cabin fever. And as for the rescue party? Well it seems that that little snippet of hope was depleting very quickly. I came to the conclusion a couple days ago, or was it hours? Anyway, I was on my own.

As for my plan? Well so far, all I had was my power. I haven't completely ironed out all the details, but the gist of it is to blow this shit hole to pieces. I have been practicing control these past few days. Teaching my energy to move as I command it. So far we have only caught fire to a few things...like the bed. As for the rest of the plan? I'm thinking maybe I should seduce Malicai. Tell him that I want in, confess my undying love for him and that I have seen the error of my ways. Get him close and then BOOM CHAGALAGA! And that's pretty much it.

I know it isn't the most solid plan, but what other option do I have? I don't know how long I have until I expire and Malicai decides I'm more useful to him dead than alive. And what if my rescue party did decide to come and they all perished trying to save me? I'm all out of options and I am not one to sit around and wait for "fate" to take the wheel. About time I used my "can do" attitude and get the fuck out of here. First things first (as I think I am now ready), it's time to ask the hand that feeds to request an audience with the man himself. I estimate in roughly 5ish minutes, it will be feeding time. Phase one; befriend my captor, shall commence.

I reckon a couple days of convincing and flirting and I should have all my other details sorted for the ultimate escape. I just must be aware of arousing suspicion, meaning not coming on too strong. Malicai would see right through my act and my plan of escape would be jeopardized.

As I predicted, the hand appeared at the hatch, presenting my daily refreshments. "Hey!" I shouted. There was silence. "Whoever is out there, I would like you to pass on a message to your King." More silence. I was starting to think I had missed my chance and the owner of the hand had already disappeared.

"Well?" demanded a gruff voice on the other side of the door.

Ok, so someone was there. "Please inform Malicai that I request an audience with him. As soon as possible."

I waited for a response, but I was greeted with more silence. These vamps were not big on communication and quite frankly it was rude. After more waiting, I decided that I was being ignored again.

"Fine." I muttered under my breath. Sliding down to the floor, I picked up the silver tray and inspected the goodies I had received for the day. Dry toast and water again. Ever since I had denied Malicai on the first night, the lavish food I had received had been replaced by prison food usually consisting of gloopy porridge or dry toast, accompanied by a glass of water. It had gotten to the point where I just didn't care anymore. Some days I wouldn't touch it, but eventually hunger would win and the crap food would taste like prime steak.