My eyes snapped open to a dimmly lit dark red room, I was lying on a huge bed with dark red silk sheets and pillows. Where am I? I sat up and caused a rush of dizziness; I turned my head only a tiny bit and felt a pain, I touched my neck and felt 2 small punctures. They stung when my skin connected, I pulled my hand back to look and saw dark red dripping down my fingers into my palm; blood. What the hell is going on? I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and tried to stand up but my legs were weak and I fell on the bed again. As I sat there I tried to remember what had happened befor I had woken up here; I had been on my way home after work, it was dark, then I had felt a chilling breeze on the back of my neck and then…nothing. it went black and then i had woken up here. I froze as realisation hit me, I had been kidnapped, I started to scream but my throat was closed off with panic and I only managed a quiet squeak. I pressed my hand over my mouth as I sobbed, all the same questions ran through my mind over and over again. Why was this happening? What do they want with me? What do I do? I could only give myself theories and some just made me more scared. Maybe they were asking for ransome? Why would anyone want to kidnap me? I was nothing special, just another 18 year old girl in highschool. Or…or maybe they wanted me for…? fresh tears came to my eyes as I thought that possibility, then suddenly I heard a quiet click. I turned to the right where the sound came from making me grip my neck from the sting, then an all to familiar chilling breeze ran down the back of my neck. A voice spoke into my ear
“Not long now my dear.”
The voice was gental dispite it’s roughness, and befor I could answer something cold and strong gripped my hair and yanked my head to the right. I felt the holes in my neck get repunctured, the burst of pain made me scream and then everything went black.

I opened my eyes slowly as I came back into consiousness and immediately became aware to the foul taste in my mouth and the ache in my neck. The taste was like rusty metelic copper… like blood; I ran my fingers across my mouth and saw red smudges. Why was I being fed blood while I’m unconsious? Are they insane? I sat up and moved to the edge of the bed; I froze as my feet touched the ground, my heartrate speeding up. I stared at the man across the room as he watched me, he was tall and very very pale, he looked strong and would easily over power me. He looked to be in his mid 30’s with light blonde hair and electric blue eyes, and the way he watched me was like…like he was waiting for something. I seemed to find my courage and spoke
“What do you want with me?”
He smiled and showed all his perfect gleaming teeth which made me want to crawl under the sheets, curl up in a ball and cry, but I held my ground dispite my fear. He spoke the same rough gental voice that had whispered to me earlier
“You will soon find out.”
Soon? What is he going to do? I was about to ask him another question but an awkward feeling rushed through me, making me cringe and he said
“Ah – ha! it has begun at last.”
Then I flew back onto the bed as if a force had shoved me, and a horrible pain ripped through my stomach. I curled up in a ball clutching my stomach like I’d beed kicked but it didn’t even come close, that would have been merciful to what it was like. It was more like I had been stabbed with a pick axe and my screams echoed my pain. More started all over the rest of my body making me thrash around like boiling hot oil had been poured over me. Then the pain started to fade and my heartrate and breathing accelerated; all I did was lay there as I died, I’m dying I know it. Suddenly everything was quiet, I opened my eyes and was startled to see I was still in the room, What the? Am I dead? I was so confused, I sucked in a shaky breath but it was weird, it felt awkward – not unpleasant, just wrong. I felt wrong. I had no sting in my neck anymore and my body felt different; stronger, I jumped off the bed and then blinked in confusion. How did I do that? I had been on the bed one second, then standing next to it the next. Suddenly I realised I wasn’t alone, I spun around with the same impossible and confusing speed I’d used to jump off the bed and faced the man with blonde hair. The man who brought me here.