A sharp pain is the first thing that woke me up. I groggily opened my eyes, feeling painfully lethargic, and terribly unaware. I blinked repeatedly, so that my vision would come back into focus. I could finally see. And I didn't recognize a thing.
I was in a small room, with bare walls, and a bare hardwood floor. The door was cracked open, letting in only a small stream of light. The blinds on the window were drawn, but it didn't matter; it was still dark out.
I turned my head and a throbbing pain shot through the side of my neck. Groaning, my fingers tenderly touched the spot. I stifled a gasp; my fingers were cold. But after being outside for so long, I couldn't say that I was surprised. It was then that I realized that my clothes were almost completely dry. How long had I been unconscious?
I sat up slowly, realizing that I was in a bed. I was slightly surprised. The room didn't seem big enough to even fit a bed in it. I felt half tempted to lay back down and sleep away this hellish nightmare. I had no idea where I was, and my whole body ached from the cold.
But I forced myself up. It was a mighty struggle, believe you me. It took all I had to push myself up into a sitting position. I winced…sore muscles are never pleasant. Tears stung at my eyes, and I wasn't sure if it was because I ached, because I had no clue where I was…or if it was because I was a lot calmer than I should've been. My heart raced, but I didn't feel panicked. Maybe because I thought I was alone. Maybe because I realized that there was no point in trying to fight; I had no more energy left. And if I thought that I felt crummy when I had the flu the previous week, then what I felt now was indescribable. My being outside in the cold rain while recovering from sickness had hit me all at once, and I was beginning to feel it, tenfold. My aching body, throbbing head, and dizziness were all testimony to it.
The door opened. I couldn't see any features, but I knew it was the man that abducted me. I wanted to fight, but I couldn't. I felt ready to collapse. Clearly, it wasn't obvious to him. He gasped, abruptly grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of the room. As we walked down the tiny corridor, I realized that we were in an apartment. It seemed to be for two people, which brought about the fear that he wasn't the only one in on this crime. We reached what I assumed to be the living room. There was a black loveseat, and a small T.V. on a cheap wooden stand. The walls were bare brick, but at least there was sufficient light. I could at least tell a little bit about my abductor's appearance now.
He was tall. To me, at least. His height of at least 5"9 easily beat out my own height of 5"5. He had a slender frame, but considering the only thing I could see was the back of him, it didn't tell me much. The only definite thing was that his raven hair was spiked out in the back. It reminded me of the guys I saw in Amy's J-Rock magazines. But I had to remember that he wasn't a J-rocker, or even a good guy, for that matter. He was a freaking kidnapper.
I decided to give a final attempt at fighting back. I stopped in my tracks, ignoring my soreness, and to my surprise he let go of my wrist. I swung at him, and missed. I ended up flailing forward towards him clumsily. He grabbed my wrist. I was stunned at how he'd caught my wrist without even looking. He must've been counting on a bad swing. That bastard. He then swung me around and slammed me against the wall.
It was then that I actually got a good look at him. And it surprised me. He wasn't a man, like I'd assumed earlier. He was much younger. He had to be no older than 18. But the thing that surprised me the most was how innocent looking his features were. His black bangs covered his deep green almond eyes, which seemed even deeper due to the thick black lashes that framed them. His lips were pinkish red, as if he'd been biting on them. His pale, creamy skin was like porcelain. It was slightly ironic, actually. Face of an angel, character of a demon.
I used the hand that wasn't bound by him and slapped him across the face, leaving red spot on his cheek. His eyes narrowed and he snarled at me, grabbing my other wrist too. He held them tightly and shoved me roughly against the wall. "You little-how dare you!"
"How dare me?!" I yelled with all of my strength, "You kidnap me, and you actually have the audacity to imply that I'm doing something wrong here?!" I struggled to break free, but it didn't work too well. Again, he pushed me into the wall.
"I should've just done it when you were unconscious." he snarled, staring straight into my eyes with fury, "But I'd be more than happy to now."
"Done what? Haven't you done enough?" I yelled back, putting up even more of a struggle. This guy was obviously deranged. In a desperate act, I forced shoved me knee up, nailing him in the crotch. Bulls-eye! His green eyes widened, pupils shrinking as he groaned in pain. He doubled over. It was then that I got a good look at him.
He was definitely my age. His ear had two piercing in it. He wore a pair of jeans, a black tee shirt, and a black vest with a fur- rimmed hood. A spiked collar adorned his neck, and a few black bracelets were on his wrists. And to top off the whole thing, he was wearing Converse shoes. It was enough to make me think that he wasn't my kidnapper, but the kidnapper's son. But despite all appearances, I knew he was the former. And I needed to get away from him.
Ignoring my own pain, I tried to run. But I had no idea where to go. I ran to one door, praying it was the way out. Yanking it open revealed it's true identity to be a closet. I turned to run in the opposite direction and crashed straight into him. It was the second time that I was puzzled by his amazing speed. He roughly grabbed both of my shoulders and slammed me into the wall again. I let out a grunt of pain. My back hurt, and his grip on my shoulders was torturous.
He glared at me. "You know what?" he spoke in a threateningly low voice, "I've decided that I'm not going to be nice to you after all."
"Oh, were you planning on it?" I snapped, knowing that I'd only get myself killed. I was at his mercy. What was I doing?! But I couldn't stop myself. That's one thing about me that could be considered a vice: I never know when - or how- to shut up.
He snarled at me. "I'm going to let you suffer." he leaned in towards me menacingly. I whimpered, truly afraid now. "Yes…that's exactly what I'll do. And I assure you, it will not be pleasant at all."
"As if I haven't suffered enough?!" I yelled back, feeling my anger beginning to rise. "You kidnapped me, and you think that's not suffering? I don't know where I am, I'm sore as hell, and here you are, babbling about how you should have done this, but you're going to do that, and - WHAT do you want with me?!"
"You are in no position to be yelling at me!"
"And yet, I'm yelling. That should tell you that I don't care! You'll probably kill me anyway."
"You're right." he said icily, "I'd probably kill you, if I didn't have any restraint. But I'm not going to." he opened his mouth a little bit, allowing me to see his teeth. I halfway expected to see a tongue ring. What I saw was much worse: fangs.
I could feel myself turn cold with fear. A vampire? He was a vampire? No! It couldn't be. Vampires don't exist, they're not real. And yet, here he was, exposing two sharp fangs.
I sneezed, and he pulled his face back. His expression changed to one of disgust and confusion. He burrowed his eyebrows as he crinkled his nose. "What was that?"
I was out of patience, scared out of my mind, and completely convinced that I was in a dream. "A sneeze." I snapped, "I freaking sneezed. But how about that whole thing with you grabbing me and taking me to your home? What was that, huh?! So you could kill me?!"
"I wasn't going to kill you!" he yelled, finally letting go of me.
"Right!" I yelled back, sarcastically, "You were just going to drain me of all of my blood! Same thing, you idiot!"
He opened his mouth to respond, and no doubt it would be a scathing response. But finally, he heaved an irritated sigh.
"What, nothing to say?" I muttered.
He simply scoffed and crossed his arms. "Look, girl,"
I bristled. He said it as if I were a parasite. He continued, "if you want to go, then fine."
I blinked. Just like that? That was all it took?
"I can go?"
He turned and glared at me. "No." he said. I could hear the subtle sarcasm in that phrase.
He opened the door next to the closet. It was raining even harder, if it was even possible. "Feel free." he said, "But I'd advise you to wait."
WHAT?! A minute ago, he was a raging ball of fury. Now, he was Mr. Calm. I dismissed it as a mild case of schizophrenia.
I wasn't sure what to do. Here he was, letting me go, after kidnapping me. I turned up my chin and stormed towards the door. "Screw waiting. I'm leaving now."
"That's fine. I don't need you to get my supply of blood. I can always find someone else."
And I, being the girl who's competitive, stubborn and reads into everything way too much, actually felt a bit put off by the fact that he didn't need me.
"And you have no idea where you are, let alone how to get home. But, hey, you'll make it."
I stood in the doorway, looking from him, to outside, and back again. His apartment seemed very inviting at the moment, but I had the urge to slug the smirk off of his face. "I'll wait." I mumbled.
"Ok then." he said calmly, closed the door and walked off. I stared after him, confused. I wasn't really all that scared anymore; he'd lain down his weapons when he dismissed me as far as I was concerned, but I was still highly alert and suspicious. But I wanted answers. So going against all reason, I followed him.
I ended up in a small kitchen. And I mean it was tiny. It was more like a narrow aisle way with a counter on one side, stove range and fridge on the other, with cabinets on both. He was making a sandwich. A vampire with a sandwich. Who knew?
I leaned against the entryway, trying to figure out how to word my questions so that they'd make sense.
"I don't kill people, you know." he said after a moment of silence.
"Hn?" I was snapped out of my thoughts, and turned my gaze from the floor to him. He glanced at me before turning his attention to his sandwich that he was making. He put a piece of bread on top and turned around to rummage in a cabinet.
I made my way over to him slowly and cautiously.
"I don't. I drink blood, yeah." he shrugged, and I took a step back, "but it doesn't kill them. Or turn them into a vampire." he closed the cabinet, a plate in his hand. He put the sandwich on a plate before looking at me. "I'm not a killer."
I looked at him, suddenly feeling a lot calmer. Honestly, reassurance that you're not going to die is a lot more of a relief than you'd think. Plate in hand, he squeezed in between me and the wall to get past me, and made his way back to the living room.
As stupid as this might be, I was a bit flustered. He kidnaps me, then lets me go, then practically ignores me? This raised my guard. IT was probably a trap. He'd get me to relax, then when I wasn't expecting a thing, he'd kill me, or worse.
I followed him and sat on a chair by the loveseat that he sat on. "How many personalities do you have?"
He looked up at me, unsure of how to respond.
"I've seen the menace, the nonchalant, and the open so far. What other personalities do you have, huh?"
He scowled. "You're an idiot."
"That's a mouthful coming from you!"
He took a bite of his sandwich and turned on the television. "Honestly, is that the best you can do? I made a poor selection in humans when I grabbed you."
I growled in frustration. "You-you -"
"Well that was worth my time."
I let out an exasperated sigh, earning another smirk from him. "You really like pushing buttons, don't you?"
"That's my specialty." he said, putting the plate aside and standing up to stretch.
He walked over to me. "For a girl with so much fight in her, you're certainly not good with words." He lifted my face up as if to examine me, "What is your name, girl?
"Tai Kerrington." I huffed.
"Tai Kerrington..." he said , "So tell me, do all humans have names as strange as that?"
"What's your name?" I asked choosing to ignore the insult. He let go of my face. "Key."
"Hm." I said, "Just Key?"
"And you thought my name was strange?" I muttered. "How old are you?"
He hesitated, and then stared straight into my eyes, "If I told you, you wouldn't believe it."
"What? You're 1,000 years old or something?" I challenged, "Aren't you a bit old to be messing with girls my age?"
He scoffed, a haughty, disdainful expression contorting his features, "Please, human. If you're implying that I took you for romantic reasons, you're deeply mistaken. And if that's what I wanted, I would've gotten it by now." He went over to sit on the sofa.
I hoped that it'd stop raining soon. Key was pressing on my nerves. "Would it kill you to just answer my question? I think you owe me that much."
"Look, flesh-ball, I don't owe you anything." he shot back, "And I'm 19."
"So you're trapped in the body of a 19 year old forever, but how old are you in vampire years? Like, 1,000?"
"19. Just like I said. You must be of the slower species of humans. You really don't do well with comprehension, do you?" he asked.
I huffed indignantly, "How dare you?!"
"No, how dare you!" he cut in, "You're just like every human I've ever met! Holding all those ridiculous stereotypes about my kind close to your heart. Well allow me to clear them up for you. We don't kill people. Silver spikes lodged into our hearts will kill us - just like everyone else. You humans would be dead to if someone pierced your heart with a rusty piece of crap! And you really think we're afraid of a crucifix?" He laughed scornfully before allowing his voice to raise in volume. "Please! It's two pieces of wood connected together! And you think it will get rid of us?!
"We don't live for centuries. We don't turn into little winged creatures, and we don't live forever." his voice rose in volume with each fact he stated, "We're just like everyone else, except for a few differences. We do drink blood, but we're not bloodthirsty animals.
"Not all of us are dangerous.
"And furthermore, you humans! You stupid stupid humans! You think chase after us trying to destroy us and yet we're the beastly creatures! What audacity! Hunting us down, one by one, killing us off, destroying us! Taking our friends, our family, away from us! And yet, we're forced into hiding, because we're the problem?!" He laughed bitterly.
I stared at him, feeling entirely ashamed and wishing I hadn't even asked him that question. "But…I never s-said any of th-"
"You don't have to say it! It's in your eyes! It's in your thoughts! It's in your hearts! And you might not even realize it! That's how you humans are!" he ranted, his cheeks flushing red with fury and passion, "Have any of you every considered that maybe we're not savage beasts like you like to make us out to be? Have you ever considered that you humans are the problem? Maybe it's you! You, who murder your own kind! You, who destroy each other over petty differences! Maybe your kind needs to think things over before deciding who's inhumane and who's not!"
"But those are just-they don't mean anything…they're…I-I…" I lowered my eyes and whispered, "We don't know any better."
"You know exactly what you're doing! You humans always claim to know everything! And when someone speaks against you, you claim it's not your fault." He heaved a heavy sigh, "Look, girl, I told you the truth. A lot of what you think, it isn't true. So you - and the rest of your kind - can take all of your stereotypes and shove them!" He turned his back to me to return to his seat. When he sat, he was facing me, but refused to look at me. Instead, he turned his attention to the television.
I sat, completely unsure of what to feel or think. I had no idea what to say. "I…um…I'm sorry…"
He snorted and waved his hand towards the door. "I think it's stopped raining. You can go if you want. I don't care."
I sat up, "I…uh-"
"You're acting like all of your troubles are my fault!" I protested, feeling a bit irritated myself. "That's not fair-"
"If it's stopped raining, then get out."
I looked at him, a bit hurt. It wasn't as if the problems of his people were my fault. Why was he acting like it? "Is that why you kidnapped me? To complain about things that I can't change, that I didn't even do?"
He didn't answer. He bit at his sandwich, his eyes glued to the television. It was then that I noticed that his fangs were gone. In their place were normal teeth.
With a sigh, I slowly got up and walked over to the door. I opened it a tiny bit and peeked out. Indeed, the rain had reduced to a slight drizzle. I could go. I even recognized the area that we were in. Outside of his door, there were black metal steps that led down to a sidewalk that wound around the building, and led to a parking lot. This was the apartment complex about 20 minutes away from my school, but in the opposite direction of my house.
I glanced back at him. He sat watching the television, his arms crossed. The sandwich was gone, and the plate on the coffee table.
I'm going to kill myself for this later, if he doesn't decide to, I thought as I shut the door. I sat back down in the chair across from his. He was watching some reality show on MTV, his face the picture of disgust, "Humans are ridiculous," he muttered to himself. "Did it stop raining?" he asked me.
I bit my lip. "No."