A/N: So, here's some fresh meat. I've never done this kind of story before, so it's a bit sketchy. Feedback will be very much appreciated. The name is also temporary. I'm between Blood Drained, Drained, Snatched. Suggestions will also be very much welcome. I know it's not quite clear yet, but the plot will come through in the second part. Hopefully xD
Edit: Yes, it is somewhat of a vampire story, though not sparkly nor creepy.
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The thin line of light disappeared once again as he closed the door. She heard the echo through the steel walls, and her body shivered. How long had it been? She couldn’t tell. There was no window, no breeze, no day and no night there. There was darkness and solitude. Was this her punishment? Well, they did warn her. Foolish little her had to go and cross the rules. But that all seem unimportant now.
There were marks around the walls. Those were from the first couple of days, she remembered, where thirst overcame her and she screamed and fought against steel to get out. It was useless, for she was still trapped there. She was past the tears and the screams. Her hair was dripping with sweat, even though she was cold. She shivered at every little sound, which didn’t happen often. It was dead silent. Always.
Everything seemed lost now; there was no light to break the dark. She was just waiting there, for the end. To be killed. She was reduced to nothing more than a poor example of her specie. She had no more fight in her. She cried silently at her own misfortune. Her thoughts were rambled, and she felt her eyes swollen and tired, as if they had seen too much. But there was nothing to see there. Nothing but emptiness, to the point where she couldn’t distinguish her hands from the blackness.
She used to matter. She was important, high ranked. Shouldn’t they be looking for her? Why was she still there? And him! Of all people, he should have freed her. But no, absolutely the opposite: he was the one to put her in the steel cage. He was the one that wanted her death, her knowledge. Why, of all people, why him?
She shivered at the thought, and sobbed. They were coming again, the tears. It was like a dream, like an illusion. As if she had a fever - it could all be unreal. But as she got up, she could feel the cold steel under her hands, the solid planks that kept her from the light. Ironic was, she never really liked the light. She used to hide from it, considering it too bright, too cheerful. And now there she was, eager for a small ray of it.
Light was good now. When light came, he came. And even though he betrayed her, even though his eyes were now cold and heart breaking, she still wanted him. She still loved him. It’s what they say, that type of connection is stronger than anything. Although he seemed not to feel it, it was fine with her. He would be finishing her soon enough, so. If she had to die, at least it would be by his hand. That way, she would mark him forever and her expression would haunt his mind until his day came. Payback, the only kind of that she could possibly have that.
With a small chuckle, her spirits got higher now. At least a bit of her evil character was back. She had dreadfully softened with him. It was his fault entirely. She wouldn’t be there, if it wasn’t for him. Stupid Eric. Stupid deceitful bastard.
Time passed. Sometimes, when she felt her sanity slip for a moment, she could promise to hear the ticking of a clock, mocking her, but then it faded and she mourned silently. She used to sing, in the beginning, sing to herself. Her music was one of her gifts. Her voice used to fill her with reestablished promise of better things to come. Then, Eric came. He reestablished her too.
Her body flinched at the creak of the steel door again. She covered her eyes with her hand, and distinguished Eric’s figure at the door. The light was dim, still it was there, better than nothing.
“Now you’re going to spill everything, vampire.” He pronounced her designation now, the name of her species, with visible despite.
Yet, she grinned mischievously. In front of Eric, she hadn’t changed. She wouldn’t break in front of him - in every dark corner, heck yes. In front of him, she didn’t love him. Ready for another round, Jane? She mocked herself.
