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I stared at the mirror as I nervously fingered my hair. My hand moved to my mouth without thinking, and I flinched as I pricked my finger on my fang. I sucked on it, wrinkling my nose at the taste of my own blood. For the millionth time since my capture, I wondered who was trapping me here. I wondered why. Still no conscious memories came to me. I let out a frustrated sigh as I put my escape plan into motion. 5
I slipped into my t-shirt and jeans, and I crept toward the basement. I rolled the dark green carpet back half-way, exposing a tunnel I'd been working on. I dropped myself in, and I hit the hard, packed dirt with a muffled whump. 6
I immediately grabbed the bag that I had left yesterday, and pulled out a flashlight, but then I thought better of it. I put it back and close my eyes. I focused all my energy on my eyes. An astounding amount of energy coursed through me as my eyes changed into my 'night vision.' At least I remembered how to do that much. I opened my eyes slowly, giving myself time to get used to the new view. I grinned in spite of myself. 7
I ran down the tunnel, not daring to look back. Then, being who I am, I tripped on my shoe laces and fell with a soft thud. I pushed myself up, and while dusting off my jeans, I scolded myself. Any more tumbles, and I would wake the guards! I kept running, trying to beat the clock that was set to seal my fate. 8
As I reached the spot with the most guards, the tunnel got darker. I wanted to blink, but I couldn't, or else I would be left blinded by the darkness. I walked just a little faster, just in case. My ears expanded a bit, and the I could hear everything. I focused them on right above me. 9
"Don't fall asleep, Drake!" a familiar voice called. I flinched at the volume he used. I felt like I should know the man, but he was lost in the veil of fog that was draped over my memory. "We have to make sure she doesn't escape before the trial." I stopped to listen more. 10
"I know, James." James!? I covered my mouth to muffle a scream. James? My mind lost control, and my body acted on its own. For no reason that I could think of, my large eyes filled with tears of agony. The salty streams started to pour down my face, soaking the ground beneath me. I wiped them away with trembling hands. Why was I crying? I laughed darkly. Then the scent hit me. 11
I couldn't remember every having smelled blood like his. Although, considering the state that my memory was in, that wasn't saying much at all. I tried to keep control of myself as my eyes dilated and my mouth watered hungrily. The tears that had been streaming down my face just a moment ago evaporated. I realized that I hadn't fed in a long time. Then the thinking part of my brain went blank, like a switch turning the lights off. My brain was now ruled by instinct. 12
The bright red glow of my eyes tinted my surroundings, and my fingers tingled. I smelled something burning. Strangely enough, it was the ground beneath me. Huh. 13
I looked up to the source of the inviting aroma, wishing stupidly that I could get even just one taste of his pulsing crimson delicacy. The human part of me knew that would be committing suicide, but the rest of me ignores that fact. My lips curl back to reveal a pair of sharp fangs, ready to break through his soft human flesh. My muscles tensed with anticipation. I ran my tongue over my teeth and grinned. 14
"Lucia," a soft voice said. I looked around me. I'd been caught. My fear overpowered my out-of-control craving as every part of me switched to being on high alert. I shrieked a growl, and I crouched, prepared to attack whoever it was. 15
"I have been waiting for you." No. It couldn't be one of the guards. If it was, he would be dragging me back by now. I searched around me for the person speaking to me, but I didn't see anyone. Then something bumped my calf, and I looked down. 16
There was a glowing orb hovering barely inches off the ground. Its rays of pure light were so soft and bright that it was a true mystery as to how I had missed it.17
Then it struck me. There was a floating orb at my feet. And it talked . I gave myself one brief moment to freak out. Then I laughed at myself. How could I think a floating orb was weird when I was something straight from nightmares and fairy tales? 18
I kneeled on the ground to see it better. Not such a good idea. The light emanating from it almost blinded me. I scooted back a foot. 19
"What are you?" I realized that it was a little strange to be talking to a floating orb. I chuckled at the thought of someone seeing me. That would be quite interesting. Then I realized that if anyone saw me now, my fate would be sealed in a way that I was firmly opposed to. The orb laughed. 20
"I think you already know the answer to that question," it said. I put on my best puzzled expression as I thought that over. I finally decided that I had no idea what it was talking about. I crossed my arms over my chest.21
"Okay," I replied, exasperated. "Let's say I have any sort of idea about what you're saying, which in reality I don't, but let's just say I do. I need you to answer a question."22
"Anything." 23
"What do you want from me?" I demanded. The tips of my ears turned red and I lowered my head as I realized how rude and cliche that had sounded. 24
"Come." The orb beckoned me to come forward. "Come, and I shall answer all of your questions." That sounded fine to me. Maybe I would finally find out why I was here, and who I was. Then again, maybe not. It was worth a try, though. 25
I reached my hands out tentatively and cupped them underneath the orb. I felt the thick layer of mist and fog lift from my heart as a pure white light wrapped itself around me. It felt like being pulled out of deep water after being submerged for a long time. And then I gasped as the tidal wave of my memories crashed into me. 26
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-Lissy
