Chapter 2

Drip, Drip, Damien, Drip, Matthew. My eyes snapped open at the name Matthew. I tried to form a coherent thought but the dripping my mind from completing the thought process. Suddenly the stopped and a voice sounded right by my ear the sent my heart beating against my ribcage... if it beat of course.1

"Finally your awake... my questions can now be answered." The voice was deep and the way he said the last part worried me. As I tried to focus my eyes I realized three things: I was blindfolded and that my legs were tied and bound and I was hanging up side down.2

“What’s your name?” The male’s deep voice seemed to fill the entire space. 3

Whoever he was he would get no answers from me.4

“Tsk, tsk. Staying silent will do you no good here.” He replied when I didn’t. Something struck my face hard where it met flesh. It took me a moment to realize it was a whip.5

“Do you know where you are or who has you?” 6

Has, so I was a prisoner but to whom? What could I have done now? Where Matthew and Damien were, were they alright? So caught up in my thoughts that when the whip struck my face for a second time I flinched rattling the chains restraining me. This seemed to excite my jailer as he let out a gasp that was almost a moan. I tucked that that piece of info away for further use, and decided to corner him at his own sick, twisted game. 7

“Why don’t you let me down and maybe I’ll answer, you sound like a person I’d like to get to know better.” I implied in my most seducing voice8

“Why should I do that?” He asked making me work to convince him9

“Because these chains offer certain restrictions.”10

I could smell the arousal coming off him in strong heady waves but before I could finish my little mission another voice boomed, “What have you done you were told not to harm her!” 11

I then realized how high I was when I felt that feeling you get when you free fall, I was then caught by warm, soft muscular arms and ushered off somewhere. When my blindfold was removed it was pitch black, moonlight streaming and pooling on the floor like unstirred cream. I was in a large plain with the wall the colors of French Vanilla and hint of coffee mixed together, to create a sort of pastel brown. The King size bed dominated a good portion of the bedroom part of the aparment like living space. When I turn head the man I saw by my bed shocked and tore me up inside. Julius. 12

“Julius?”13

“Do you like the snack I brought you?” a European accented voice asked14

I jumped at the sound; there was a man at my left side in the shadows with gentle anxious eyes.15

“Do I know you?”16

His eyes were abruptly sad, “You don’t remember.” He said softly17

“Remember what?”18

“I thought bringing you here…,” he paused glancing at my face, “you need to feed, and I hope you enjoy the toy I brought you.”19

Horror washed through me I realized Julius was bound to a chair.20

“Release him!” I cried, but I was too weak to move. He was right I had been denying my thirst too long. My muscles clenched as I looked at Julius hoping he would read the danger in my eyes. At my cry the man smiled and undid the ropes binding Julius. Not hearing our conversation he rushed over to me.21

“Are you ok?” he asked22

“You have to run.” I said through clenched teeth23

He looked at me and saw the hunger in my eyes, “You have to feed.” He leaned down and turned his head exposing the beautiful soft skin of his neck. The scent coming off him was amazing; I fought against my natural urge to let my fangs slide down between my porcelain white teeth. But to my dismay my hands started slowly rubbing up and down Julian’s neck of their own accord causing him to moan.24

“If you die,” he continued gasping, “You’ll break my liver.” He said smiling because he knew that was my favourite line of the ‘book Scrambled Eggs at Midnight’25

I shook my head not trusting myself to speak. He hovered closer until till his neck was hovering over my plump aching lips. I stuck out my tongue and licked his fast beating artery. 26

Barely suppressing a groan he whispered, “Go ahead its ok.”27

Something within me seemed to crack and suddenly I didn’t want to fight anymore. I took a deep steadying breath, hating myself every minute as I soundlessly slid my fangs into his soft unmarked skin. Julius gasped at the invasion, his breath coming in gasps as I fed. Although I wished to deny it was perfect for my sensitive, picky taste buds. It was like drinking fresh mineral water mixed with the essence of the sea and a sweet exotic fruit all rolled into one, a dessert. I relished the foreign metal after taste in his blood it wasn’t iron, no, it distinctly tangier, a more chemical taste, almost something that could be dangerous. Julian soon began moaning as the endorphins from my saliva entered his blood system. He soon began shuddering from the waves of ecstasy and I could feel him getting hard as I pressed our bodies closer together until he was lying on top on the bed. I took enough to heal my wounds and form extensive thoughts. When I withdrew Julius fainted from the stress caused to his nervous system. I caught him then placed him gently on the soft plush bed. I sat on the edge gently and stroked his face and hair.28

“Are you happy now?” I asked releasing my renowned Spanish fury on him “Why? Why do I feel like I know?” I was yelling now, “Why do you haunt my dreams?” I said softly, sad and confused29

“Who are you?” I asked tears filling my eyes 30

“You know who I am.” he answered just as softly, “I am Tavón Brulé, the last of a great family like you.”31

At this tears spilled over onto Julian’s child like sleeping face. I knew him, but I wish I didn’t. If there was one who I could blame for this…. this curse, it would be he, he who slaughtered my family. 32

He who created me.33