Blood Lust

The second I realized that I had fallen asleep, my eyes jetted open. "Someone help me!" I shouted. The room was completely different. "Anyone? Please!" I begged. I waited for an answer.

I was no longer in the back of a closet. It was some kind of crumbling jail cell. I looked around and found a barred window, the sun was in the sky. The floor and walls of the cell were stone. Moisture had seeped in through cracks, making the entire cell cold and damp. The short dress I still had on made the cold more noticeable.

My shouting had caught the ear of someone in the cell next to mine. "Quiet!" The voice barked. "You don't want them to hear you!"

I clung to the bars to get a look of the person, "Who?" I questioned. If I had stuck my head any further, I would've gotten my head stuck in between the bars.

"Don't fight them." The voice ordered, but insisted on me lowering my voice to a mere whisper.

A large man appeared in the front of my cell. His greasy face sneering at me. "Stand up." His butchers' apron smeared with stains. I fell onto the floor, scrambling to the back of the cell. "You're coming with me." The greasy smile turned more menacing. He opened the cell door with a key and walked freely inside. I struggled against his grip as he dragged me out.

He struggled against my flailing limbs as he took me up a flight of stairs. "How weak!" He laughed. His foul breath smacking me in the face.

When I had lost the strength to fight against him any longer, he threw me against a wall. We were in a hallway covered with richly colored wallpaper.

Two knocks and the door opened to reveal an older man seated at a desk. "Ah, yes. Bring her in." He shuffled papers and stood from his desk. The butcher had dragged me inside and shut the door behind us. The sound of the lock mechanism initiating sent my heart into overdrive. “Come here girl.” The old man held out his hand. I stood firm in not moving. He tried to pat his knee, as if he were trying to entice a dog to come to his master. “I said come here!” His voice made the room rumble. The sound his voice made was unearthly. I found that he was no longer a frail old man, but a monster.

His face had changed into something different. Pale and rigid, it lacked empathy as he stared at me. His eyes had grown bigger and sunken in. All humanity had been sucked out, leaving primal instinct. When he smiled, his teeth had changed too.

“I can make this quick.” He appeared in front of me with superhuman speed. He reached out his hand, adhering a firm grip on my wrist.

“Please don’t!” I cried. I tried to yank my wrist free, but that seemed to aggravate him. Fire seared my skin as he sank his teeth into my arm. I didn't have the strength to scream. All I could do was stare down at the sight of him sucking the blood out of my arm. I thrashed about like a leaf in the wind. His teeth only sinking deeper into my arm. When he let go of my arm, I felt like my arm was a fifty pound weight being dropped from the fifth floor. My muscles felt like rubber. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. All I could do was stare in dread.

"Oh, are you still alive?" He looked down at me, surprised. He moved closer, but all I wanted to do was scream and fight. The only thing my body would allow was a measly whimper. The creature pushed my hair out of my face to look into my eyes, “Oh, you are. How surprising! Maybe, I’ll keep you then.” He said with a grin, blood dripping. My blood.

What did he mean, ‘keep’?

Eventually, someone came to shovel my body off the floor. They dumped me back in that cell. The thud from my body hitting the ground had partially woken me up. The first thing I thought to do was call out, “Hello?” I whispered. My voice hadn't completely returned. I sounded more like a frog croaking.

“Not so loud!” The voice hissed back. “What do you want?”

“Am I going to die?” I choked on my words as my tongue rolled off the last word. I knew that if I had to ask it, then I already knew.

The voice tried, but there wasn't much she could say to console me. I had just discovered the existence of vampires. I had always thought they were fake, something to scare young children. I could hardly believe that they were capturing us to use our blood. We were food.