A/N: So, more feedback would be welcomed ^^
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Chapter Two
She liked her life, by the sea. Her house, luxurious yet contemporary and completely disregarded by her parents was a place she found herself very comfortable in. When she closed her eyes for a moment, she could feel it. The fresh breeze of the sea, caressing her skin. The smell and the sound of the waves, crashing some yards away. For Jane to feel it perfect, she desired him there. His presence, at the least, since she couldn’t bear to think of his touch now. The way he held her once was nothing compared to the rare brusque pushes of the current reality.
The clock ticking again. Why wouldn’t it stopped? Why couldn’t she sleep in the dark, alone, and wait?! Why did the world have to mock her?
“Stop it!” She screamed, turning around in the dark. She couldn’t see anything, but there were blurs of blue here and there. Illusions, mind problems, she told herself. The ticking ceased and she turned around. Moving was hard, she felt always so out of energy.
Jane hit a wall, and it didn’t hurt a thing. She hit it again, with her fists closed. Not a single change, not even her over natural strength that came with the race could cross steel. She couldn’t get out, unless someone decided she could. And that decision was up to someone she now believed would rather kill her than let her go.
She mostly sat in a corner and thought or sang to herself, now. There was a glass of water near what she recognized as the door. They gave her water and that was it. Like she was going to need food, anyway. Besides, simple water could never put out her kind of thirst. Her throat tingled every time she thought of it, therefore she avoid the topic in her head.
Her hands banged against the walls again and again. She wouldn’t resent the hits; she had yet to truly experience physical pain. The kind of pain she was in now, oh that was as far as she had ever gone as to feel something that strong. Pain, due to betrayal. Not even her imminent death hurt that much. What was she losing, after all? Her fancy house, her music?
“Just like a dream to me…” she sang. “I don’t know why-“ Her voice shut down abruptly as the door creaked and opened again, cutting the light. Without a sound, Eric came forwards and grabbed her arm. She looked up to him, through the locks of brown hair that covered his eyes, and was surprise to notice a slight difference in his expression.
Maybe he was worried; maybe the other vampires had found her and there was a battle going on. Pft, like the humans would ever win. They moved her to the other room, the one that looked like an interrogation room. Exactly like those in the movies, with the dark mirror, the table, and everything else. It was a familiar room also; she had been there several times now. There was another man at the door. It wasn’t always the same, they appeared to take shifts. This one had a nasty scar going from his left temple to his chin. The diversity of ‘watchers’ had surprised her and scared her. She wondered how many would there be in what she assumed to be this ‘base’.
She could run now, try to escape. Of course, with over humanly strength, she could very much pass them. But there was something so simple that could stop her, something she saw hanging around the waist of the man at the door: a taser. Something as simple of that stopped every human being, and as vampires were mere variations of the human race it stopped them too.
Eric forced her to sit in one of the chairs, and then let go of her arm quickly. “I’m tired of asking,” he half mumbled. “How do you die?”
“You know, I can you give you guys some credit. We had some knowledge about you, but I have to admit you surpassed our sources,” her voice was cold and quick, stating facts. She made him mad, just like she knew her words would. Eric hit the table with his fist closed, as his face got redder.
“How. Do. You. Die.” His fury was obvious now.
“If you really want to know, you should try several ways,” she provoked him, smiling. “Ever wondered why we don’t boil? Or why you can’t chop off my head?” How to die was the biggest secret there was in the vampire society. The most common cause of death was age, actually; they reached no further than three hundred years.
He hit the table again, and trapped her in his glare. She couldn’t bear it, inside. Him, looking at her with such a death wish saddened her to a level she thought unreachable. Looking away made him turn around and signal something to the man at the door. He reached into his pocket and then threw something at Eric. He grabbed it, and Jane heard a click: a blade appeared and she chuckled. Was he going to stab her? As if he could. She was too strong for that.
On the other hand, Eric smiled evilly at her mocking. It was supposed to anger him, not to encourage him. If he wasn’t going to stab her, then what? She looked with horror as he drew the blade on his forearm. A small cut, but an effective one.
“No, don’t-“ Jane tried to protest, but before she could try and prepare herself the smell hit her. Days going without blood did no good to any vampire, and Jane was still one of the best trained and self controlled one. But right now, she was on the line of despair. She jerked herself backwards, trying to get away from it.
Any blood would do at this point, but his blood - the one that smelled the sweetest and the most delicious thing ever, his blood that had tempted her beyond will power. She felt the wall behind her and her body shivered. He was coming closer. She closed her eyes, fearing the vision of it might be the last drop.
He was there, inches from her, his blood dripping slowly to the floor. She could hear it, and Hell could she smell it. Her light hand arched forwards, in search for it, but instantly she stopped herself. She breathed slowly; sadly, she still needed to or she could be free from this torture.
“You know you want to, Jane.” His tone had changed drastically, he sounded persuasive now. Just like the old days. “I’ll give you some blood after you give me the answer.”
Her eyes flashed open at such promise, and she eyed him. Eric’s eyes were completely different, they seemed unshielded now. Free, lovable. Like the old Eric.
And right there, she admitted she couldn’t. She wouldn’t break for a little blood, she wouldn’t be that weak. Jane wouldn’t take his blood. “No.”
