Teen Taken

Chapter 8

I was standing in the entry to my new room, it was huge, almost the size of a small house I thought shocked. There were two large doors on the far side of the room leading out to a small balcony, and a large antique looking white bed situated against the wall on the other side of the room. The room had its own luxurious ensuite, an extremely generous walk in wardrobe and a large white desk and bookcase matching to the bed.

'I trust the room will suit your fancy Miss?' inquired the maid standing in front of me. Snapping me back to reality I looked at the maid before responding. She appeared to be in her mid-twenties, everyone around here was very young there mustn't have been anyone past thirty that I had seen- how very peculiar. The maid had strawberry blonde hair pulled up into a tight bun and wore minimal make up, she was a tall busty woman and wore a full maids outfit like from the old fashioned movies all in black and white with a white apron and complete with a duster. She was more than two heads taller than me, so titled my head further up to meet her eyes before answering.

'The room, the room is, is...beautiful' I said still shocked at what I was seeing

'Not what you expected Miss?' inquired the maid

'Not even close' I answered again shaking my head. I must say I was not going to tell her what I was expecting and that was to be locked away in a wooden coffin and kept in a dungeon the was dripping with spider webs in a damp dark place.

'Well, there are clothes in the wardrobe that should fit you nicely and clean towels in the bathroom. Please let me know if I can be of any more assistance to you Miss and I will gladly abide'

'Thankyou' I replied nodding, and with that the maid turned away and gently shut the door to my room behind her.

As soon as she was out I pinned the lock down on the door, I still didn't feel safe here but I wasn't as confused anymore. I knew what to believe deep down I knew those people downstairs were vampires and that they were the good ones. There was something in the way the spoke, an innocent sparkle in their eye that spoke to me and relieved me of my worries.

I moved over to the balcony and tried the handle. Locked. Great there goes my escape route I thought frustrated. I peered out through the curtains and it was still pitch black, I wouldn't have been able to get very far if I couldn't see anything now would i? I tried to reason with myself. I know Zac said everyone else was going to make all the decisions for me but this was my life, even if I didn't want it to be it was and I wanted to be the one that made the decisions. I don't care what he said, they can't stop me getting away from this place and I am going to try my best to succeed, I can take care of myself. Frustrated and determined I collapsed on top of the enormous sized bed and pulled one of the white cushions close to me hugging it to my chest, my eyes quickly began to feel heavy and I was soon asleep.

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KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

'Miss Ella?'

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

'Miss Ella, Are you there?'

Drowsily I rolled off the bed and got up. It took a minute for me to remember all that had happened and where I was. I stumbled still half asleep over to the door, unlocked it and swung it open to find the maid from yesterday, last night or was it this morning, standing there. I had completely lost track of time I had no idea what day it was or how long I had been sleeping.

'Oh! Miss Ella' the maid was looking me up and down. I didn't think they had the authority to do that but what did I know, I was sure I was quite a sight, I had just fallen straight asleep in three day old clothes I must look like a right mess.

'Yes' I replied in a sleepy tone

'Miss Ella, Master Zac is requesting your presence downstairs, I take it that you would like to freshen up first?' questioned the maid

'Oh um yes, thankyou...' I tried to remember the maids name, but I could not remember

'Isabella' the maid replied with a nod and once again departed my room and closed the door.

I walked over to the ensuite, stripped off my clothes that were clinging to my body with sweat and jumped into the enormous shower. The hot water was the best feeling I had ever felt, I trickled down the back of my neck and down my spine, the water beads were beating hard on my back as I turned the water pressure up. I felt extremely dirty for some reason and the hot water was ever so cleansing and therapeutic. It gave me a chance to think about everything that had happened up until this point, getting taken, the flight to America, the car ride here, everything. After five minutes of just standing under the hot water I jumped out and wrapped an enormous white towel around me and moved over to the walk in wardrobe.

I walked through the wardrobes doors and glanced around at the racks of clothes in front of me, I flicked through all the hangers and finally came across a white lacy mid rift top and dark denim short, now shoes. I pondered through the shoes stand and finally decided on some white ballet flats, I couldn't exactly wear my high heels from the day before could i? I slipped on the clothes and shoes; luckily they were a perfect fit! I took a quick glimpse at my reflection in the bathroom mirror and did a quick fix of my hair so I hung loosely over my shoulders in golden ringlets. I wasn't trying to impress anyone but I was still going to look good!

As I made my way to the door, several thoughts flashed across my mind. Should I go downstairs, or should I just stay here, is that any safer for me? And the biggest thought of all, if I going down stairs am I going to be eaten, am I guaranteed to make it to tomorrow?