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The excruciating pain woke me up. Every breath I took made my rib cage burn. Leaving me without the ability to take a full deep breath. The refrigerated air felt calmed my aching body. The chilled table was consistently numbed my whole backside too.

I couldn’t see whether or not it was morning still or at night, since there aren’t any windows in the room. Which also meant no easy way of escaping either.

Not like I was really fully prepared to escape anyways. Bobby-pins, a lighter, and a Swiss Army knife wasn’t going to help me in this predicament. The only plausible way I was going to get out was either from Tiffany, who was probably locked up in the other room. Or Tony, who probably had no idea where we were.

If Tony did end up saving us, I can’t imagine him being kind about it. He wanted me safe and I choose a different path. There had to be some possibility he could forgive me for putting my life in danger. Since I did it for him. I needed to be able to see him again. Him going off to Tennessee was a nightmare. There wouldn’t have been a way for us to be together afterwards.

The basement had no sound, or at least I didn’t think it did. For all I know, they probably broke my ear drums too. Since the pain echoed throughout my whole body, I was unable to detect what exactly was broken and/or bruised.

All of a sudden, I heard an echo from the hall. It sounded like someone said my name.

“Becca.” It was a little louder and clearer. Tiffany was calling out for me.

“Tiffany?” I yelled as loud as I could.

I could hear her mumbling something but since she was in the other room I couldn’t hear her. She wasn’t talking loud enough.

“Tiffany!” I yelled to her again. Throbbing my lungs and leaving a scratched feeling in my throat.

“Both of you, shut up the fuck before I rip one of your heads off.” Alexis yelled from the hallway.

I assumed she was taking guard of us. Making sure nothing happened to and that we didn’t have the means to escape. These sisters meant business and they were going to get what they wanted no matter what. No wonder why Tiffany and Tony didn’t like them. They acted like psychos with purpose.

Alexis flew through the long plastic curtains. In her hand was a book. I couldn’t see exactly what it said but it looked similar to one of the journals Tony had given to me.

“I assume Tony gave this to you.” She held the book up. “Found it in your school locker. What is it about?”

“I haven’t read it yet.” I answered truthfully. Yet she threw the book onto my stomach, sending a shock of pain through my body.

“Why haven’t you read it yet?”

“I just hadn’t gotten around to it.”

“Well, good thing you won’t have the opportunity to do it now.”

As the book was sitting on my stomach, feeling heavier than I remembered. Alexis dove her hand down shirt and into my bra. Making me feel extremely comfortable and violated. She dug her hand around until she grabbed the lighter that I had sneaked along with me.

“How did you know that was in there?” I was shocked.

“I could smell it you idiot. Your boob was squishing the button to let out the fumes.” She picked up the book at an angle and lit the lighter right underneath it. Burning the edge of the book until it started to burn and flame upward. Similar to how I burned the note Tony gave me.

She kept holding the journal above me and let the ashes fall on me.

“That isn’t mine! Tony is going to be upset with me.” She didn’t seem to care. She continued her work. Continuing to destroy history. Continuing to burn a book that possibly held secrets that could be valuable.

Anastasia said Tony read a book by Victoria, it could have possibly been that exact one she was holding now. Alexis burning it to ashes gave Anastasia no access to figuring out why he ran away from her. Yet, Alexis didn’t know that. She probably still wouldn’t of cared. She saw a way to hurt someone and took it.

“I hope Tony does get upset with you. If he decides to come and rescue you, he might change his mind.” The book continued to burn.

“Why would you do that? I can’t imagine Tiffany would be happy about what you’re doing.” I spoke back and it made her facial expression change.

“Why would I care?”

“Because she’s your girlfriend. That’s her family history too.” Her eyes lit up, as to how I would even know such a thing.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“She called you love. I don’t see why else she would have called you that for. And she is related to Tony. If you didn’t know, they share the same grandmother.” The talking was starting to make me faint. I could breath enough while talking which gave me a lack of oxygen.

“I’m not stupid. She wouldn’t care about this book. She hates her family. She couldn’t care less about a story that happened two-hundred years ago.” Her tone sounded confident.

“Are you sure? Have you actually asked her?”

“Yes, I am sure. I’ve been with her for decades now. I know her. She wouldn’t care.” Standing her ground as the journal was only a few itches from being a thing of the past. “I’ll even ask her myself to make sure.”

Alexis dropped the last bit of the book onto my stomach, to continue its burning into my grey pajamas. Melting the fabric into my skin and scorching it with its hot flame. I couldn’t hold on the painful scream. My burnt skin smelled something similar to a fireplace.

Alexis walked away giggling to herself from my own pain. The friend that I made just last week wasn’t at all the same person. The evil riding inside her was alive and thriving, willing to ruin anything and anyone.

I heard her talking to Tiffany, but couldn’t hear Tiffany’s side of the conversation. From what I could grasp, Tiffany didn’t care. As quickly as she left, she was back just as fast.

“See, she doesn’t care.”

“I don’t know if you know this, but I’m not a vampire. I can’t hear her from all the way over here.”

“Trust me, she doesn’t care.”

“Can I at least hear it from her?”

She squinted her eyes and seemed oblivious to the idea that she could possibly escape. Back to the hallway she went through the curtains. I heard the metal door open and heard Tiffany grunt. Guessing Alexis was grabbing her so she didn’t decide to run away.

Alexis pushed Tiffany inside the chilly room. There was dried up blood all over her ripped jeans and burgundy sweater. It looked like she had been stabbed several times, over and over. There was cuts through out her clothes. There was no visible wounds and no new blood present. All the blood on her skin looked dry and scabby, covering almost every surface of her skin except her face.

“Tell her you don’t care.”

Tiffany was pushed closer to me. She looked miserable and heart broken. The way her girlfriend was treating her wasn’t right and it even made me sad. Even if she had been going against Tony and I, she did have times where she was decent. Maybe Alexis wasn’t a good influence on her.

Tiffany continued to stare into my eyes, weak and innocent. Her ruthless brown eyes seemed deep and depressed. The lagging of her answer let me know she in fact did care.

“I’m sorry.”

Within a few seconds her sharp teeth were on my neck, sucking the blood from my already drained body. My sensitive neck hurt even worse than the rest of my body. It felt like a pair dull pencils puncturing into my neck. I could feel the warm blood escaping the edges of her mouth to the back of my head. Against the cold room, my blood almost felt hot.

Alexis pushed her away from me but it didn’t do much. Tiffany got away from her in lightning speed. Pushing Alexis right back, across the room she went. I didn’t bother to turn my head. Since she came back to her quicker than I could turn my head. My faint eyes began to blur watching the chaos in the room, followed with the lack of oxygen in my blood. As well as the lack of blood.

Tiffany looked stronger than Alexis. Pushing each other across the room, faster than I could comprehend. I could only visually follow the color of their hair to identify who was who.

I saw Tiffany grab a wooden mop in the corner of the room. Snapping it in half and quickly staking her love. Right where her heart should have been.

“No.” Alexis coughed up liquid. Red liquid. “Why.”

After her last breath. Her body fell to the ground with the wooden mop stick in her body.

Tiffany flew to me and bit her wrist, enough to draw her own blood. Shoved it into my mouth without consent. Almost chocking me with her salty blood. The few sips of blood that I was able to pass through, despite almost chocking to death, started to heal my body.

I could feel the agonizing pain dwindle away. My vision was returning to normal. The burn on my stomach didn’t feel like it ever happened. The beating headache was a distant memory. My lungs could finally breath and eased my anxious mind. Every spot that the sisters bashed metal rods against me no longer throbbed.

Tiffany grabbed the cuff on my left wrist and ripped it apart, as if it was made of plastic instead of pure metal. Going around my whole body until all the cuffs weren’t strapping me down.

She helped me off the waist high metal table. My back still felt incredibly numb to the cold table. Giving me uneven balance, as if I had gotten an epidural.

I turned my head and saw Alexis body, the wooden stick was exactly where the heart was. Her skin turned ash gray followed with sunken eyes and decay flesh. She looked dead but I haven’t ever seen a dead vampire before. I was unsure if this was a temporary moment or if her life had ended right here in this room.

“Is she?”

“Yes. Now let’s go.” I could tell she didn’t want to dwell on her, now, dead girlfriend.

She went through the plastic curtain and expected me to do the same. When following her, the hallway wasn’t even a hallway like I thought. It opened to a large room with different sections that carried smaller rooms. The large basement room was full of metal buckets of dead bodies. They all looked drained from their blood. Some of them were even stripped of all of their clothes.

There was even bodies that were lying on the ground in random places. All of this explained the horrendous smell that came along with it. We followed right and headed for the elevator. When arriving to it, Tiffany pressed the button but it didn’t seem like a good idea to me.

“Is there stairs?” I whispered. The elevator seemed more obviously than stairs.

“The elevator is the better option. They would be able to hear two set of feet walking up the stairs. Plus they’ve been on a 2 hour rotation. Alexis would have been going up right about now.” Tiffany whispered back to me. Her reasoning made more sense then mine.

The doors opened and we walked in. She pressed the first floor button. The elevator seemed incredibly elegant. The top of the elevator looked like someone painted baby angels flying through the sky. The walls were beige with gold accents. Something you would see at an expensive Greece inspired hotel.

I opened my mouth to say something, Tiffany quickly covered my mouth with her hand. Preventing me from getting out a single word. It was clear that I needed to stay quiet. This was our only escape and I was going to be the one to ruin it if I didn’t keep my mouth shut.

Seeing what I saw downstairs and having so many questions was making it hard not to stay quiet. I appreciate her enough to listen to her, considering she saved my life and was releasing both of us from the captivity.