Chapter 1

Chapter 1:

The brain controls your thoughts, intelligence, memory and emotions. It coordinates body functions and interprets information from our senses. It weighs about one and a half kilograms and is made up of nerve cells.

A wish is a desire or hope for something to happen.

 

I wished for him to return. I wished for him to come back or for my memories to be blocked away behind a steel barricade or for that night to never have happened. But when do we ever get what we wish for?

 

I sat there tapping my pen on the desk as the teacher droned on and on about the history of Myths, her voice bland and emotionless. The students next to me sat slouched in their seats as they texted away on their sleek phones, their heads bent forward in utter concentration. I looked down on my nearly completely empty notebook, littered with doodles and some other unrecognizable drawings.

 

My pen stopped tapping when I felt someone gently tap my shoulder and I glanced up and into the eyes of Markus, a boy in my class who was one of the few who remotely cared for his grades like me. I shot him a small smile as I took the sheet from his outstretched hands. He didn’t smile back but did incline his head slightly, more from curiosity than anything else

 

Everyone knew that I was leaving today. It was the hot topic since nobody left this small town located in the furthest reaches of the world, isolated from technology and where the death of a car made the latest headlines. But this school and town were going to become another figment of my memories, a wandering thing that I may look back on. Truly I was happy that I was about to be given a clean slate to start on, where no one knew about me or my past.

I looked away, my eyes shooting up onto the ticking white clock as I folded the paper absentmindly. It was as if with each tick I was coming closer to a new beginning.

Ten.

I could feel the new start on my fingertips, brushing the pads ever so gently.

Nine.

I glanced at my phone which was discreetly placed under the desk.

Eight.

I had struggle concentrating today which was very rare as I took my studies seriously. Every page today that should have been piled with notes left blank like my new slate I was about to be given.

Seven.

I couldn’t breathe.

 

Six.

Another glance at my phone proved I hadn’t got any phone calls from my beloved parents.

 

Five.

 

They gave me this opportunity for a new start. Without them I would have never made it these past few months.

 

Four.

 

The memories began crashing down.

 

Three.

 

I felt my breathing falter and sweat collected on the hollow of my back as my eyes shifted nervously.

 

Two.

 

I shut my eyes. Oh god the memories were coming like a bullet train ramming through a cement wall.

 

One.

 

The bell shrilly rang, cutting the onslaught of images which were on the brink of appearing and sending me into a frazzled heap. People began to stand up and I thanked for the spot on timing of the bell, my breath returning to normal and entering my lungs in a whoosh. I stood up, my hands gliding shakily across my things and stuffing it silently into the leather bag as I tried to collect myself, students filling out and into the bitter cold of the hallways, some sending me fleeting glances but otherwise not stopping.

A long time ago some of those people may have been my closest friends, my brothers and sisters, but now they were strangers in this strange world we called earth.

I sighed as the bag shifted onto my shoulder where I heaved it up and walked to the slumped boring and bland teacher at the front. She glanced up through her thick cat like glasses and peered at me in question, tendrils of greying hair falling out and into her wrinkled face.

 

“Ava” she stated as her eyes swept over the textbook I held out to her, the thick and worn cover catching the lights reflection. Understanding dawned on her face as her thin and long fingers grabbed the end of the extended textbook, the weight being lifted from my hands. I sent her a forced smile which she didn’t return as she turned back to marking her exams, her red pen gliding across the scuffed paper.

 

I shrugged and felt my phone buzz in my jeans pocket. I fished the device out and stared at the screen as the words registered in my foggy mind.

‘Ava where are you? Our flight is soon’

I looked back at the teacher who seemed too absorbed in her marking as I rolled my eyes pointedly and dashed out hurriedly, my shoes gliding across the floor. The least she could have done was shown more compassion I thought bitterly as I pulled the sweater more tightly around my quivering body. The lockers zoomed past me as my bag slapped against me and I huffed at the empty halls as I came to a sudden halt in front of my pale blue locker, the dented and battered thing reminding me that I was leaving everything behind.

 

I quickly twisted the locker combination in as the silence drifted through the empty halls. Everyone was so keen to leave this damn forbidden place known as there central hell. I just imagined them getting prepped up for the party looming at 9:30pm today evening.

 

When I checked and re-checked I had everything in my bag after a few long minutes, I slammed the door shut and made my way down the dim halls, basking in the quietness. I had only walked a few meters before I was chucked back and slammed painfully into a locker. I groaned as I crumpled to the floor and shut my eyes tightly, winding my arms around my head as I waited to stop the pounding from the impact and snap out of my continuous and ongoing daze. When I dared look up and to the side I saw my bag lying scattered to the side with the contents spilling everywhere and pens skittering to the hidden safety of the creeping darkness.

 

“Get up human” a voice grunted and looked up quickly, my eyes widening at the complete beauty of this being. His jaw was sculptured to perfection and his midnight black hair fell into his face loosely and caressed his face. His body towered over me dominatingly as his lips curled up in disgust at the sight of me and I felt self-conscious all of a sudden for no apparent reason. Though that’s not what made me catch my breath in wonder, no it was his eyes, the clearest of blues I have ever glimpsed. They reminded me of the ocean undisturbed and clean, not bothered by the imperfections of this planet.

 

“I said get up” he said in anger as his hand shot out so fast it was a blur and latched firmly onto my arm. I grimaced in pain but kept my face blank as he wrenched me up that I felt like my arms were on fire.  I stared wide eyed at this strangely exotic creature that seemed unearthly and godly.

I hadn’t realized we were walking till I saw myself pass my locker. It was then when I came over my initial shock.

 

“Where you taking me?” I whispered as a familiar fear descended heavily upon my shoulders. I thought I had escaped, I thought this wouldn’t happen again…

 

“Far away” he said, smirking at me as my heart thundered in my chest in a mixture of fear and fascination. “Behave and I won’t kill you”.

How many times have I heard those words before? How many times do I repeat this torture before God tires of this game?

There was a soft scuffling sound and I heard the boring teacher from before calling me. “Ava?” she asked.

I saw something flash in the beautiful man’s mouth and I gasped as it stopped me from screaming for help. Fangs? But before I could look more closely I felt him snap my neck to the side so fast that I got whiplash as searing pain pierced through me and radiated from my neck.  I let out a muffled scream as his hand clammed down heavily onto my mouth. All I could think in outrage and disgust was that he bit me. Then I saw the familiar black dots dotting my vision and I let the blackness, my long lost friend consume me in its embrace.

 

Authors Note: Hey tell me if i should go on. Thanks :)

chapter 2

 

Chapter 2:

I awoke to a pounding headache and a painful ache in my neck as black spots filtered dizzily in the corners of my vision and threatened to suck me deep inside the horrific black. Slightly grabbing my neck with heavy hands I gingerly felt the two punctures neatly sliced across my skin.

Everything from school to the boring teacher and then the breathtakingly handsome man sliced my fog claimed mind as I gasped into the place. I quickly looked around, awaiting for him to emerge but when I took in my surroundings I was captured in a vice like grip at its utter sophistication.

The walls were painted a midnight blue and the comforter in which I laid in was midnight black with small intricate designs ebbed into the satin material with fine skills. The floor was a deep oak and glimmered as the moon light streamed through the window with loosely hung blue curtains. Truly everything in this room screamed ‘rich’ and I felt filthy in my jeans and coffee stained sweatshirt. Even the smell was entrancing and I took another quick whiff as I confirmed the sweet smell of roses.

Throwing my legs to the side I listened to the silence as a slight dizzy feeling swept firmly across me like a tidal wave. I held my head and leaned forward as memories, the ones that I wished to be buried began to resurface.

How many endless nights of suffering have I had? How many tears have I shed before?

All of a sudden a blinding light overtook the room and my eyes shut as I threw my hands up and covered them firmly. There was a moment of silence as I adjusted to the sudden prevailing lighting before I peeked out from my hands and gasped yet again as my eyes met the clearest of blues.

I itched back, my spine hitting the head board as I stared in fear as my blood ran cold and my body immobilized. My breathing picked up as I recalled what this man had done. He had bit me, pierced my skin like a filthy vampire from the countless amounts of fantasy books which lined the walls of the library. I shuddered as he took a step forward, a smirk stretching widely onto his perfect face. It still amazed me how such a beautiful creature could roam this earth amongst us. But with everything there is a single downfall. In this case this man was senseless and crazy, having a serious mental illness if he thought such entities could ever exist and he was a vampire.  

 

“Please l-let me g-go” I whispered in a hoarse voice, my voice sounding weak and how it used to all those months.

 

He laughed a bitter laugh that sounded too old for his appearance as it bounced smoothly of the walls and fell onto my fearful ears. He took another menacing step as I absorbed his power which screamed danger and was shrouded in mystery.

 

“Why would I do that kitten?” he purred in a low and careful voice, his eyes calculating yet also mocking me.

“Please I j-just want to go back h-home” I stuttered out as tears welled up in my eyes at the thought of my worried and tormented parents. For months they had struggled to locate me when I had disappeared that fateful night and when they finally found me it was like I saw the transformation before my eyes.

 My mother had hugged me and cradled me the nights where I wept into her arms and daddy had made me coffee while using pet names he called when I was a mere tyke. It was wonderful even if I was tormented by my inner demons. My parents became my best friends when all had deserted me. They were my salvation in times of struggle and now they were ripped away again and this time I was uncertain if I was ever going to see them.

 

With this thought a sudden pang of rage came over me as my eyes and nose flared violently. The move to the new country was meant to be my only get away from this hell. My one way ticket to the freedom I have dreamt and lusted after for months. And yet here I sat, in a room with a handsome stranger as I shook with anger as fear left my system without a trace.

 

I was angry that my life was so bad and that God despised me so much to push me through this again. Why was I the girl chosen out of so many? I wasn’t pretty with flaunting looks and I didn’t excel in sports. The only redeeming quality was my brain which thrummed with knowledge.

 

But even through the haze of anger, despair and rage I knew not to act on feelings alone. Acting on them could lead to my downfall and death, even though the quick escape sounded quite inviting at the moment. I even considered embracing it but firmly shut that part of my brain off from those thoughts which would begin to plague my mind.

 

I instead opted to look at my hands which now lay limply in my lap. I heard an irritated sigh before a voice boomed again into the quietness and cut my heart “Ava you imprudent human. So insignificant and worthless”.

 

I looked up sharply and met his clear eyes as he smirked, shaking his head at me like I was an incompetent child with difficulty in understanding. But that’s not the thing which bothered me the most, it wasn’t his scathing words of hatred or bitterness but the fact that I still thought he was a God and utter beauty as I felt a twinge of lust for him deep within my womb. What was wrong with me? I thought as a chastised myself and stared of again at my limp hands.

 

“I want you downstairs” he ordered after a prolonged silence and I looked up in time to see him turn smoothly on his heels and strut out before slamming the door as it cracked and whined on its hinges.

I could tell he was frustrated at my lack of emotions as I hadn’t begged for him again. I knew it was what people like him with crazy minds wanted, they desired to feel others suffering. They were like pests feeding of it, licking it dry as they sent us spiralling out of control.   

Chapter 3

I stood there in front of the mirror as I combed my hair with my fingers, my mind over working with ideas of escape. I was scared. Terrified to the point where I felt as if I was falling and going to hit the floor, however I refused to let these feelings cloud and capture me in its vice like grip. Firmly I tugged on a tendril of black hair, the colour of the night sky as my mother used to say.

Like he used to say I thought before quickly shifting my thoughts onto safer grounds.

There was no point thinking of those things as that would be an opening to the darkness within.

It was the banging of the door that made me scamper of and into the safety of the corner as I waited for whoever stood behind that wooden piece. The door creaked open and in stepped a girl with the beauty of a super model, the type of girl who acts in high paying movies and box office hits, the girl I wasn’t.

“So you’re the new girl” she purred in a soft voice that came out as a melody played out by famous song writers. I stiffly nodded my head, the bones seeming old beneath my skin. She laughed, finding something funny as she twirled her hair around her finger and even though she seemed carefree I didn’t miss the calculating look beneath her eyes.

“Odd” she muttered, “I can’t seem to read your mind”. I nearly chocked and hacked on my saliva as I pressed away from this crazy and mentally ill girl. “Read my mind?” I stuttered out, my voice hoarse and quite with fear lacing through it.

She smirked, the smirk the boy possessed as her blue eyes twinkled. It was evident they were related as they carried the same traits.

“I’m a vampire” she said and in a flash she came to stand before me, her breath warming my face as she leaned down as she studied me closely. This time I did choke on my spit as I stared at her in disbelief, refusing to believe she has crossed the room in such speed.

Her hand reached forward as her towering figure imposed great delicacy, her fingernails scratching the sore skin on my neck as she examined the two fine cuts running through my throat.

“My, my , brother dear has already drunken from you” she stated than asked and her smirk was now in full force as her eyes shined with mischievous. I swallowed tightly and tried to move back, but my legs were frozen with fear and seemed to be a dead weight.

“Scared are we?” she enquired with a slight tilt of her head before she pushed away from me quickly and sauntered away like nothing had happened and she hadn’t revealed she was a demon sent from hell , which was highly unlikely because there had to be a valid explanation for her fast appearance by my side.

“It smells you know” she continued from the side of the door as she looked at me. “Your fear stinks stupid human. It’s disgusting, revolting and I hate it” she hissed and her once sweet voice turned into something sinister. I didn’t know what I had done to anger such a beautiful girl and the words just flew out of my mouth.

“You’re crazy?” I blurted.

She cocked an eyebrow and smiled a bitter smile and I watched in horror as once again fangs grew. “You don’t believe me when I say I’m a vampire do you?”

I just stared in shock as she now came to stand before the oak dresser set to the side and checked her appearance, her back to me but her reflection staring at me darkly through the mirror. “There are a lot of things that you humans are oblivious to, that’s what makes you stupid. We vampires have seen death and horrors that you wouldn’t even understand so don’t call me crazy”. I nodded but something in me was still in denial, trying to grasp the truth without believing what was right in front of me.

“I wonder what goes in that brain of yours” she repeated as she leaned forward and swiped her eyeliner off slightly.

“How about we take a look then dear sister” a voice drifted and shifting around I gasped as three males, including the kidnapper and two young twin girls came to stand within the room, all seeming to surround me like a blanket. It felt as if the walls closed around me as sweat broke out, flitting down my clothes.

“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice coated in fear that even I couldn’t help but wince at. I didn’t want them going through anything, I thought, as they all seemed to send the other strange looks.

“We just want to get to know you better” the girl from before said as her cold hand wrapped around my elbow and I tried pulling away from her iron grip but she held fast. “Bind her to the bed” the kidnapper ordered and it was then that I screamed. I didn’t want them to investigate through my head, to make me remember.

They lit candles and set it around the bed as they bound me to the bed, the black sheets staining with my tears as I pleaded for them not to do this. All these cruel creatures did was smile, smirk or stare at me with no emotion in their eyes. It was after the last knot was bound on my ankle I realized how hopeless I was again, the feeling trapping and intimidating but not foreign. The same thing had happened when...

“Please” I whispered as the twins began chanting with their elder sister, the one that looked no older than me but seemed older in mental age.

“Please…” was all I heard myself say as I drifted off into the darkness.

 

 

 

Chapter 4

 

I was falling and falling fast. It felt as if my body was been destroyed part by part and it was horrifically painful as I screamed in my head. I felt sensations on my skin as if someone was gliding their fingers across it before I was tugged back as if a rope had been tied around my waist to prevent me from crashing and splattering onto the floor in a heap of gore.

Then I was in a room. My room, the room I’ve grown up in and for a moment I thought it had all been a bad dream till I looked around and saw all the people surrounding me, the vampires. They were staring around with boredom coating there faces and one even glanced at his watch.

I chose to ignore them, their presence I blanked out as I studied the fine details of my surroundings. My comforter was strewn on the floor and I had an empty coffee mug discarded on the desk from the morning. Looking out the window I realized it was night, the inky black sky littered with stars and I searched my memory for this night, then my enquiry was answered as I stumbled in.

The sixteen year old me stumbled in, the one from a year back wearing shorts and a tank top, the clothes I was wearing the night I was taken. I gasped into my hand as I stumbled back but instead of crashing into the bean bag I seemed to go through it, the touch sending tingling sensations through me.

“Oh god” I mumbled and the six people or vampires stared at me with a raised eyebrow or some sort of mocking look. I ignored then as I tried to supress this onslaught of memories.

 I watched my younger self pick up the ringing phone as I dropped onto the bed, my legs flying up and laughter filling the room as I laughed over something funny. I remember the phone call having been from one of my friends, Grace, I think her name was.

The younger me stood up after a long conversation and a reply of ‘see you later’, before the eldest vampire girl clicked her fingers in boredom and we were transported into a car, Dan’s car, a few hours after my room scene.

 We were laughing, oblivious to the danger ahead, as my brother, Dan sang terribly to the radio in his deep voice. This would be the last time I saw him I remembered and before I realized it I was begging the vampires not to do this, to take me back with what felt like tears blurring my vision.

“Please, I don’t want to see this” I pleaded but it seemed to fall on deaf ears as they continued to watch. I didn’t want to remember, I didn’t want to know what I’ve been through. For so long I’ve supressed these memories, hoping it wasn’t real and now I’m reliving it.

Then it happened.

One moment all seven of us were in the car, the next we stood outside watching the scene unfold. The old truck belonging to Dan severed off the road as a black Sudan crashed into it at full speed. I heard the crunch as our car skidded on the cement, the tires burning the tar as it spun around and around and I could just remember the pain as I touched my head. Then it was silent, a normal accident caused by a drunken driver or a miscalculation done on one of our parts. But it was far from over, not even close.

Because at that moment dark figures dressed in black with ski masks covering and hiding their faces from the world, creeped out with not sound. They came to our doors and swung it open, first dragging Dan then I. I took a step back as I knew what was coming.

“The boy’s useless” one muttered and all three nodded as they stared at his bleeding and battered body. It was then that my younger self started to shift and groan, my eyes opening ever so slowly as if a ton of weight was weighing it down.

“Help us” I begged into the cold night but they laughed, laughed in my face.

“Help you?” one purred out as he grabbed me by the scruff of my head and tugged roughly so I was staring at his rotten face. I nodded and he slapped me, the sound echoing through the night. “No one’s going to help you now little virgin.”

Blood oozed out of my mouth as tears mixed and mingled with it. He threw me back in disgust as I crashed to the floor, wiping his hand from the blood which had dropped onto it. “Stupid girl” he roared in anger, “look what you’ve got on my hand”.  He shoved it into my face and I smelt the tangy smell of crimson blood.

“Teach her a lesson” he demanded and three of his companions held Dan as he groaned, seeming to come back slowly into this world, though I wished he hadn’t. His eyes flickered open tiredly and he stared at me with a questioning look of confusion, it was then that they snapped his finger, his pinky. He screamed, the sound deafening and the real me, the one with vampires fell to the floor as I watched them hollowly as they continued to break his finger’s, his face burnt into my face as the one of pain.

Then all was silent and it was just Dan panting heavily, his eyes staring at me before they set him on fire. The sixteen year old me was yelling into the night, begging for a god that didn’t answer, a god that wasn’t there.

Then the seven of us were gone from that memory and this time we were in a cramped cage with a bed pushed to the side. There I laid, my body bruised as if people had slapped me and violated my body. My lips and eyes were swollen and I was chained to the bed post, tied down.

Soon we were gone from that vision and inside the ‘Black room’. The room with the table in the middle like a sacrifice one, with daggers lying around it and chains of metal hanging from the roof. The younger me was dragged in as I watched from the floor with my knee’s hugged to my chest and tears streaming from my eyes. I dared a glance at the other six and saw some with horror filled gazes or hands raised to mouths, even the kidnapper with no compassion looked disgusted.

My body was limp in their hands as they tied me to the table and I could recall the cold texture of it, the surface smooth but a dark stone. They began chanting something, something sinister and it didn’t take long to realise they were going to sacrifice me, a virgin.

When the cloaked people finished, one dressed in more of a finer design of gold and midnight silk, raised the dagger above his shadowed head and plunged down into my stomach. He dragged the knife down, cutting my womb but the most bothering sight was the way my eyes rolled back and my screams turned into something evil.

Then everything was black….

I screamed and my eyes flew open to see six faces staring at me in horror, as I tried to pull free from the bounds tying me down. Something was eating me from the inside, anger was bubbling and when I opened my mouth to speak my voice came out like a thunder strike.

“How dare you!” I screamed as all fear drained. My hands were warm and when my eyes rolled back I realized why, because they were on fire. Burning red and orange with flickering flames as they slowly crept around the room.

“Die, die, die!” I yelled at them and then I blanked out.

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