“You know that can’t hurt me,” the vampire said from behind Gia.
She nodded her head slowly.
“Look at my little girl,” he said, “tell me what you see.”
Gia turned around hesitantly opening her eyes. She looked at him, examining his black shirt, down to his hips were a belt, and jean hugged. Then she slowly raised her eyes upwards looking at his face. His blood red eyes met hers.
“Well?” he said, “are you going to tell me or what?”
Gia looked at his mouth, which was grinning ever so pleased.
“Blood,” she said.
Gia didn’t mean to say that, but when she did, he looked down at her.
“What?” he said in an annoyed tone.
She swallowed, “you drank my mom’s blood,” she said.
“That’s right,” he said, “I did drink your moms’ blood, every last drop.”
The vampire took a step closer to her, and Gia felt her hands tighten on the knife.
He took hold of a strand of her golden hair. She tugged, “now don’t struggle,” he said, that will only make the pain worse.”
Gia raised the bottom of the knife hitting the vampire in the stomach. He let out a cry letting her go. Gia leaped onto the counter as he grabbed her wrist. She fell back with a thump and screamed with all her might. The vampire covered her mouth with his dirty hands. Gia struggled to try to push him away. She raised the back of the knife again this time hiding him in the face. A splinter of the wooden handle cut his face. The vampire looked back at her furiously. Gia froze dropping the knife to the ground. His dark blood dripped onto her only pink shirt.
“You're going to pay for that,” he said raising her wrist to his mouth.
Gia clenched getting ready for the pain when the back door flew open.
“Michal!” a man said, “what in the hell are you doing! We don’t have time to mess around.”
The vampire dropped her arm, and it thumped on the counter. He wiped at his mouth and chin trying to get rid of the crusted blood. Tears filled up Gia’s eyes, she’s alive, but her mothers dead. Sadly, she wasn’t as upset as she thought she’d be. Her mother never really took much care of her. And she was a drunken mess most of the time. The man by the door nodded his head toward her.
“Grab the girl, put her in the carriage with the rest, were burning this village down.”
Before Gia could refuse, the vampire's hand were on her again. Throwing her over his strong shoulders. Gia scratched and screamed as tears fell from her eyes.
“Let me go!” she yelled.
Then she blacked out.