Another story
Cold.
Dark.
Wet.
Hard.
Tears and sweat dripped onto the ground as I tried and tried to break the chains that held me there with a rock. The stone was taking more damage than the heavy metal chains.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
I heard screams around me as they started feeding. It scared me, it scared me to know that they had left me. They had left the small little fragile one here for days with no food or water, when everyone else was dying around me, they took them. They never touched me.
I wasn't going to let them either.
There had to be some way out of these chains, out of this hell hole beneath the city streets. I could barely see down here, but their skin seemed to glow, white marble beneath a blacklight, that's what their skin was.
Yes, they were vampires.
No they didn't sparkle.
These vampires were scary as hell.
Red eyes, seductive glances from the men as they passed. They were all inhumanly beautiful, there was nothing that could make me say no to their faces. Aside from the fact that I knew what they did to humans.
I bit at the chains, I scratched at them, my fingertips bleeding.
"She's lasted so long." their clear, razor sharp voices of harmony sent shivers down my spine. "I think that we should."
Should? Should what? Should let me go? I promise I won't tell a soul about you.
"Henry might get mad," a man put through,
"She has potential though," this one, another girl, had a Russian accent. "I'll do it, Henry wouldn't kill me."
A small girl, blond hair, bright red eyes, plump cheeks from becoming one of them at the age of six or so. I wanted to scream when she opened her mouth and I saw it to be bloody like the floor below me. She stepped forward soundlessly, slowly.
"It won't hurt," she assured me, caressing my cheek, "Not at first." she jumped on top of me before I could say anything.
The last thing I remember before my blood burning through my own veins was the smell and sound of my own blood running with the tears, sweat, and blood of the others.
Dark.
Wet.
Hard.
Tears and sweat dripped onto the ground as I tried and tried to break the chains that held me there with a rock. The stone was taking more damage than the heavy metal chains.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
I heard screams around me as they started feeding. It scared me, it scared me to know that they had left me. They had left the small little fragile one here for days with no food or water, when everyone else was dying around me, they took them. They never touched me.
I wasn't going to let them either.
There had to be some way out of these chains, out of this hell hole beneath the city streets. I could barely see down here, but their skin seemed to glow, white marble beneath a blacklight, that's what their skin was.
Yes, they were vampires.
No they didn't sparkle.
These vampires were scary as hell.
Red eyes, seductive glances from the men as they passed. They were all inhumanly beautiful, there was nothing that could make me say no to their faces. Aside from the fact that I knew what they did to humans.
I bit at the chains, I scratched at them, my fingertips bleeding.
"She's lasted so long." their clear, razor sharp voices of harmony sent shivers down my spine. "I think that we should."
Should? Should what? Should let me go? I promise I won't tell a soul about you.
"Henry might get mad," a man put through,
"She has potential though," this one, another girl, had a Russian accent. "I'll do it, Henry wouldn't kill me."
A small girl, blond hair, bright red eyes, plump cheeks from becoming one of them at the age of six or so. I wanted to scream when she opened her mouth and I saw it to be bloody like the floor below me. She stepped forward soundlessly, slowly.
"It won't hurt," she assured me, caressing my cheek, "Not at first." she jumped on top of me before I could say anything.
The last thing I remember before my blood burning through my own veins was the smell and sound of my own blood running with the tears, sweat, and blood of the others.