The Vampire’s Servant novel Chapter 48

[Echo]

I woke up with a headache. Normally, after getting hit, I didn’t fall unconscious and never hurt for longer than a few minutes. I’d always healed fast.

Looking around, I started to grow terrified. I was in a stone room with a bare bulb high in the ceiling. In the corner was a sink and toilet. I was laid out on a mattress with a blanket that was not quite thick enough to fight off the cold of the room.

The door looked normal. It wasn’t a cell door with bars, but it also didn’t seem to go up to anything. There was no way this room was above ground. It had the scent and the feel of a basement. There were no windows to confirm it.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I didn’t remember what happened, only an impact. What had I done that got me put here? This wasn’t Victor’s basement. It wasn’t the one at my parents’ house.

I got up off the mattress and went to the door. Testing the handle, I could feel that it was locked. I needed to get out. I needed to go home.

Regret washed over me. There were so many things I still had to do and learn. Why was I in this place? I wanted Victor. I wanted Gray. I wanted my siblings and friends.

I started heading to the mattress again, when there was a rattling at the door. I stayed back from it, out of arms reach. A man entered the room.

He wasn’t familiar. He was a little taller than Victor, with dark hair and eyes. His frame was lithe, but muscular. In his left hand, he held a sports bottle.

“Good, you’re actually awake. Sorry Matt hit you so hard. He thought you could take a punch since you’re part vampire and wanted to make sure he knocked you out. He’s lucky you aren’t human. That hit would’ve killed you.” The man chuckled.

“Please.” I said softly. “Let me go home. I won’t say anything about this to anyone. I’m only seventeen. I have school on Monday. My guardian will be worried about me.”

“Don’t try that, kid. I know the truth. Your master is probably looking for you, but he won’t find you. The boss has this place spelled up. Nothing can find us unless we want it to. Now, the boss wants you fed. You can come take it easy, or I can force it. I’m not above either option.” He said.

I looked at him, but he only had the bottle in his hand. There didn’t seem to be any food anywhere. I glanced from the bottle up to his face.

He popped the top and held it out to me. I inched closer. Through the nearly see through top, I could see something red and thick. The scent of blood hit me and I backed off, shaking my head.

“No. Please. I need real food. I’m only part vampire. I don’t drink blood.” I told him.

“You either get over here and drink or I come over there and make you. The boss says you’re on a feeding schedule as soon as you wake up. I’m not gonna be the man to piss him off.”

I kept backing up. I wasn’t going to do that. I couldn’t drink blood. The thought of it made my stomach twist.

He sighed and advanced on me. The door was wide open. If I could get to it, I could lock him in and run. I didn’t know where I was, but anywhere else was better.

When he was far enough from the door, I bolted to the side and tried to run past him. He was much faster than I’d expected and was in front of the doorway in a matter of moments. I yipped and tried to change direction, but I wasn’t fast enough.

His hand grasped my arm and I found myself pinned, with my back against the wall and his arm holding my shoulders and chest down. I wiggled and tried to get free, but couldn’t budge him.

“That was a bad choice, kid. You’re not as fast as a vampire and nowhere near as fast as a rogue wolf.” He growled.

A whimper escaped me. A rogue wolf attacked and nearly killed Victor. I didn’t want to die. I wasn’t ready to be a vampire.

“Open up, bitch. I won’t tell you again. I’ll shove this thing into your mouth.”

The sharp edge of the stones in the wall was burying into my back. I didn’t have a choice. I couldn’t escape, I couldn’t fight back. I opened my mouth.

He put the spout in and started gripping the bottle tighter, spraying blood into my mouth. At first my throat didn’t want to work and I choked a little. He growled at me and I focused on swallowing the blood he was squeezing into my mouth in strong streams.

Soon, the bottle was only giving blood tinged air when he squeezed. I was barely able to control my stomach. It roiled with the heavy liquid. I hated it. I hated him. I hated whoever his boss was.

“Good girl. I’ll be back in a few hours with your next meal. Don’t fight me next time. I will wrestle your ass to the ground and do this all over again. Boss doesn’t care how we get it in you, just as long as we do.” He told me.

I nodded, not trusting myself to not throw up if I tried to speak. He looked satisfied and released me. I fell to the floor without him holding me up against the wall anymore.

“There’s a cloth by the sink. Clean yourself up. You got your food all over your face.” He said before he closed the door.

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