Where am I...?
The cold February wind brushed softly against my pale face, making me shudder and pull my thin black jacket against my waist and chest even tighter.
Maybe it was stupid of me to leave.
My parents and I had gotten into a fight, about my choice not to go to college. They say I needed it, I said I didn't. We fought about this hundreds of times before, and I was sick of it. So I grabbed my jacket and left.
I took random buses and subways around Boston until ten, when they closed. Now it was midnight, and I had no idea where I was. Would I even be able to get home? Not that I wanted to, but it would've been nice to have a place to sleep.
I should've stormed to my room like I always had before. I should've called my best friend, Gracie, and stayed at her house. But it was a bit too late for any of that, now.
I was thankful to have my iPod with me, though, softly playing Aiden's Die Romantic while I made sure no one was following me on the late Friday night. The melody was comforting, washing away the eerie silence among the street.
My iPod was my most prized possession, and I brought it everywhere with me. I made sure I had it before leaving the house.
Will I ever see that house again...?
I didn't know. I could end up walking all the way down to New York, if I weren't careful. I could accidentally end up taking a train to New Hampshire. There were so many things that could go wrong...
I looked up ahead of me and froze. There was a group of men, no older than 20, all laughing loudly and standing in a close circle.
Maybe I should run...
But I couldn't run. I had nowhere to run to. And that'd look suspicious.
I was about to cross the street instead, to avoid them, but they had already seen me.
Maybe they're harmless-
"Hey, baby!" One of them howled, whistling wildly. The other men laughed, some of them rooting along.
I glared at them, crossing the street quickly, and power-walking along the sidewalk to get past them.
But they weren't going to let me off easy, apparently.
"Do you have any idea how pretty you are?" One whispered in my ear, suddenly standing directly in front of me.
The blood in my veins turned to ice, and I stopped walking before I could run into his chest. I felt his lips smirk against my ear.
"How did you...?" I bit my lip, not wanting to finish the question.
There's another thing to prevent me from going home. Being raped or murdered.
The man took the earphones out of my ears and dropped them onto the sidewalk, so they were hanging helplessly out of my jacket pocket.
I glared at the man, trying to revive one of my dead legs to kick him where the sun doesn't shine and bolt away. But I couldn't move. I felt to weak to do anything.
Save some for us! Another one called across the street, laughing some more.
I felt myself shaking.
The man lifted his head away from my ear and looked down at me. I noticed he was young, only nineteen or so. His hair was a violent shade of brown, and his eyes were so black they looked like pools of ink. He grinned at me, putting his hand on my face.
"Dont be afraid. Everything will be alright. I promise it wont hurt..."
Oh god.
He was going to rape me.
He pulled me close to him, so our bodies were pressed together. He leaned down once more, pressing his lips to my neck. I felt myself whimper slightly, but that made him only smirk some more.
He opened his mouth and pressed his teeth against my neck, biting-.
"Argh!" He hissed pulling away from his grip instantly and moving backwards at least five meters. The whole thing could've happened in a second. I didn't even understand what was going on.
But when I saw he now had a big gash in his head, I knew there was someone else with us on the sidewalk.
What... the Hell.
"You guys, grab her! That girl is our meat, damn it!" The man roared, looking around at his surroundings, trying to find the person who attacked him again.
Someone grabbed me, and I felt various amounts of wind hit my face. I then realized someone with inhuman speed has holding onto me and running. I tried to twist my head around to see who it was, but how they were holding me made it impossible to do.
I felt something collide with my body, and I cried out. My head felt like it had run into stone, and it probably did. My vision blurred, and my eyes flickered shut.
"I'm sorry. I've got you." A voice whispered, before I finally blacked out.
I woke up to the sound of hushed whispering.
The whispers were careful, and soft. Like they were alert that someone could be listening to them.
I groaned, feeling a throbbing pain in my head. I tried to sit up, but my body felt lifeless. I couldn't move. I didn't have energy to move.
"Oh! She's up!" A girl voice said. I heard footsteps, and sensed they were coming towards me. I flinched.
"Poor girl," A woman said. "Could she be scarred? How far did they...?"
"Jackson said that Hanson was only able to break the skin in her neck. She barely bled. But then again, Jackson didn't get there until after..."
"Wasn't Sam the one who saved her?" A male asked.
"Yeah. But he wasn't checking for wounds. He was too busy on Hanson..." The woman went quiet.
"Well," the girl said, "We need to check how she's doing."
I opened my eyes slowly, to find myself in a completely white room. Everything was competely white, and everything was clean.
I looked at the direction of the voice to see a girl about 14-years-old, with red hair and bright, concerned, blue eyes.
I looked away, trying to remember what had happened to get me here.
"Um, my name is Lucinda," The girl stated a bit nervously. "Can you sit up? I need to check your wounds-" She reached to pull my hair out of my face, but I felt myself flinch again.
I glanced at her, and she frowned. "Margaret, can you lend me a hand? Maybe she won't flinch, for you..."
The woman appeared next to Lucinda. Her face was round, and she was in her thirties, but her eyes were warm.
She spoke very clearly when she said, "miss, please coopperate with us. We're not trying to hurt you. We want to help. Just let us take a look at your neck, and your forehead..." She reached for hair like Lucinda, and I flinched again.
"Fine," she growled. "Peter, it's your turn. She might not flinch for you, since you're not..."
I heard footsteps in a different direction. They were quick, and firm.
Suddenly a man's hand was on my forehead, pushing my bangs back and pulling off something that was stuck to my forehead. He pulled the thing off completely, and leaned forward.
I looked up at him. He looked like he was in his forties, and had a dark brown beard, and some hair on the sides of his head. His eyes were a light brown, deeply in focus.
"What do you think?" The man named Peter asked, glancing at Lucinda and Margaret. They both leaned forward also, staring at my forehead.
Do I have a zit, or something?
"It's certainly getting better," Margaret confirmed. "Lucinda, will you go get another bandage? Peter, thank you. Can you move her hair away from the bite, too?"
He reached for my neck, and pulled my hair away. I laid still.
"Hmm...." Margaret bit her lip. "It looks fine, but it seems that she could sense what we are... This isn't good. Peter, go get Andrew."
Peter shook his head. "Andrew is in a meeting right now. It's about last night. He can't excuse himself."
"What about Jackson? Or Sam? Or Jared?"
"They're all supposed to be in the meeting."
She sighed. "Go talk to Edna. Have her inform Andrew that we need him down in the E.R. as soon as possible."
"That, I can do." Peter said, setting his jaw and running off. I watched him, pushing open the white doors and 'bolting' out of the room.
He didn't run as fast as the person who was holding me-
My eyes widened, and I suddenly remembered the events that had happened before I found myself in the white room.
"Sweetheart," Margaret started, interrupting my thoughts. "Since you're awake, can you tell me your name?"
Lucinda was back, then. She handed the bandage to Margaret.
"Jane," I answered automatically.
"Jane," Margaret echoed. "Well, I'm Margaret, if you didn't catch on."
I nodded slowly, feeling energy slowly coming back into my body. "What... Happened?" I asked.
Margaret's already pale face went even whiter. "Oh, nothing. You just got... injured. Andrew, our Captain, will explain everything to you." She smiled forcefully.
I stared at her. "You said, this is the E.R.? Do my parents know? Where are they...?"
"Oh!" Her eyebrows furrowed, like the question caught her off-guard. "This E.R., um, isn't in a hospital. No, you're parents don't know... They're were they were before, I guess...."
I raised an eyebrow.
Margaret was giving me a headache.
Why did she have to make everything confusing?
The hospital doors opened, and Peter walked through.
"Edna said that the meeting should be over, soon." He confirmed.
"Good," Margaret growled. "Jane, do you mind if I put this bandage on you?" She asked, motioning the bandage in her hand.
"No," I said, watching her arms twist above me to start cleaning whatever was up there. I hissed when she put pressure in the center.
"What happened to my forehead?" I asked.
"You hit it, and now you have a big gash on it."
Oh.
After cleaning it, she put the bandage on, and left the bedside.
I sat up slowly, blinking as small black spots appeared in my vision from the motion. I saw Margaret and Peter had both sat down in a circle of chairs.
Lucinda, on the other hand, stayed.
"So, how old are you?" She asked.
"Sixteen," I answered.
"What were you doing out on the streets so late at night?"
I was silent for a moment.
"I got in a fight with my parents, left my house, and just traveled around Boston for the rest of the evening."
She glowered. "You should've been more careful."
"I know..."
Lucinda opened her mouth to ask another question, but just then two men came through the doors.
"Andrew!" Lucinda called, jumping up and down.
"Hello, Lucinda," The oldest of the pair answered. He looked about the same age as Peter, but his hair was a rough dark blonde, and he had some wrinkles on his face instead of a beard.
Margaret stood up. "Her name is Jane," she said immediately. "And as claimed before, she was appearing to be fine... But when we first tried to take a look at her wounds, she wouldn't let Lucinda or I touch her, but she was fine with Peter..."
Andrew was silent.
The other man, in his thirties, spoke for him, "Maybe it was just gender preference? Or where... Were you all trying to reach for the same place on her head?"
Margaret nodded.
"Did she let you touch her after, Margaret?" Andrew asked.
"Yes, she did..."
"It's not a big deal, then. We'll keep her here for a few more days before letting her go."
"You're going to let her go?" A new voice asked.
I glanced over at the door and saw another guy standing there. Unlike the others, though, he was very young. Only 18, or so. He was tall, had black hair, and electric blue eyes.
"Well, she can't stay here." Andrew claimed.
"Still," The guy walked forward causually. "We can't just put her back, either. Sam said that Hanson and company really liked her. They'll just get to her the next time she takes a midnight stroll."
"We talked about this before, Jackson," Andrew muttered. She's a human. She can't stay here."
"Peter is a human," Jackson said. "And he's here all the time."
"He has lots of connections."
"Yes, and we could use the girl as bait."
I felt like I was a puppy.
You know, how kids always find puppies and are all, "can we keep it?" and parents always say no.
I cleared my throat. "Can someone please explain to me what the hell is going on?"
Wow. Blunt.
Andrew looked at me.
"She deserves to know." The guy, Jackson, said.
"Fine." Andrew rolled his eyes. "Some Green's attacked you in Boston, and we were able to get you and bring you here."
"Green's? And where is 'here'?"
"Green's are... Our enemies. They're the bad kind of vampires and werewolves. And here... That's another story, for another day."
I laughed. "Vampires and werewolves don't exist... And even so, if they did, they'd all be bad..."
Every single person in the room, except Peter, glared at me.
Oh crap.
They all stopped, after a few seconds, sighing. Apparently they were used to this.
"They really do exist, Jane," Andrew said. "And you're looking at some of the good ones right now."
"You guys are... Vampires and werewolves?" I asked.
They all nodded.
"Jackson, would you like to do the honor?"
"Sure," Jackson muttered.
It only took seconds.
Barely even seconds.
But soon enough, in a burst of silver smoke, where Jackson stood was now a black wolf.
Okay, now it's time to believe.
"Do you need to see a demonstration for vampires?" Andrew asked me.
I kept my eyes on the wolf, which was now chasing his own tail. "No, I'm good."
"Good," Andrew said.
"Wait... You said somethng about getting bitten. Did that vampire bite me?"
"I'm afraid so."
...
"You're not going to be a vampire, though." Andrew said quickly. "Hanson just bit you hard enough to break the skin."
Oh, so he's Hanson?
Well.
Hanson is an ass.
"I understand," I said, blinking.
"We should give her more medicine," Margaret said. "She needs to sleep."
I looked at her. "I'm fine."
"That gash you have is only on the verge of fine, though. It needs to heal."
I sighed. "Fine."
Margaret and Lucinda shooed everyone out of the room, before coming over to me and giving me some medicine.
I fell asleep soon after.
Thanks for reading.
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The Vampire's Lair x1x
Okay, so I was gonna make a story called 'Blood'. But I couldn't do it. I had forgotten the plot I wanted and everything, so... I made a new story. Enjoy.Did you like this story? Make one of your own!
