The room I was in had everything that I could have ever wished for. I had feminine evening gowns, television twenty-four hours a day – which I enjoyed, despite the lack of English speaking channels. I even had Pizza on tap, so to speak. Yet, I wasn't completely satisfied.

I felt empty, almost like something was missing. I needed that space filling, and urgently.

I lay upon the luxury bed I had been awarded during my 'imprisonment', my hands running over the delicate creases within the silken dress I wore. There was something missing, yet I couldn't remember what it was. There was someone out there depending on me, I think. I couldn't remember anything. My head was a blur of images of him.

Dimitri.

He was all I could remember, all my mind could focus on. My body craved the next time that he would come to see me, bite me again and fill me with bliss.

I rolled over onto my stomach, kicking my feet into the air and admiring my nails. There was something oh-so fascinating about those little pieces of enamel. There was one missing, on my right hand. How had I lost that one? Had I been in a fight recently?

My brow furrowed as I made a futile attempt to dig into the darkest crevices of my memory. Something fuzzy and unclear began to surface.

Was it a fight I was thinking of?

I shook my head. It couldn't have been real, I must have dreamt that bit, but it still didn't explain as to why I had a nail missing. I couldn't remember any pain from ripping it. In fact, I couldn't remember any pain at all.

It was weird, outside of this room, there appeared to be nothing in my memory. I must have got there somehow, I just couldn't remember for the life of me. There must have been something beforehand, there had to be. I was sure of it. I couldn't live my life forgetting every incident after they happened. Maybe I was suffering from some form of Amnesia. That would explain everything.

I wondered how long it would take for me to remember everything again, rolling on my back and beginning to count to imaginary stars on the ceiling. I continued to ponder the thought of Amnesia. How long did it take for you remember those sorts of things? It might have been a possibility that it never happened, my memories would stay lost and forgotten forever. Now, that would have been a sad thought. To never remember the childhood that I'd had.

Did I have a childhood? Who were my parents?

There was a clicking at the door as the combination was entered.

I quickly sat upright on the bed, ridged with excitement at the thought of getting my daily fix from Dimitri. "Dimitri?" I said through an enormous beam as the door slowly opened.

Disappointment sunk in as the person who entered the room was in fact Inna, and not Dimitri as I had so hoped.

She settled a plate onto the table in front of the television before starting to tip-toe out of the room again.

"Where is he?" I demanded.

She continued to walk towards to door, acting as though I hadn't even spoken to her.

I leapt off the bed and staggered over to her. My legs felt like jelly and appeared to be refusing the orders that my brain was giving them. "Tell me where he is, Inna," I demanded in a hushed voice.

This time, she stared into my eyes, standing still for a few seconds and grimacing before walking out of the door and locking it behind her.

I pulled a face towards where I guessed her back would have been on the other side of the door. I was getting sick and tried of just how rude she was being. I felt like throwing every available object in her direction in an attempt to knock her unconscious.

I stomped over to the settee to glare at what had been left for me upon the plate. It was a slice of Pizza, again. I sat down and picked up the flimsy piece of bread, admiring it from every angle, in a way similar to looking for impurities. I took a bite from it and chewed aggressively. Even my favourite food couldn't make me feel better.

I didn't just want to see Dimitri, I craved his attention. I appeared to be addicted to him. Nothing else would function within my mind. My current life was centred round this obsession and addiction. I wouldn't even have been there if it wasn't for him.

I threw the less than half eaten Pizza slice onto the plate again, took hold of the remote and began to flick through the channels. The stream of colours flashed before my eyes, moulding into a sheet of confusion. How long had it been since he'd last come to see me? It must have been less than two days, but it felt like months, maybe even years had passed since I'd seen those eyes stare into mine, drink the blood from my neck and take away my pain. Take it away forever, my mind was made up, I knew what I wanted now.

My foot kicked out, hitting the table and almost tipping, my food and drink spilling on the floor. My stomach growled in protest as I left the food. Mouth ran dry as I stared at the water splattered over the wooden floor. I didn't care for nutrients, sustaining my life wasn't something I wished to do unless it was for him. If he wasn't there, then I didn't want to thrive. I wanted to see him, I needed to see him. To touch him, feel his hair beneath my fragile fingers.

Hunger began to claw away at my stomach, forcing awkward and strangled grumbles to emit into the air around me. My hands clasped over my stomach as a severe griping pain exploded in my stomach. My eyes fell to the floor at the same time my knees and hands met the unforgiving wooden planks. I crawled towards the upturned Pizza and took it within my hands. I had forgotten how long it had been since I had taken up this futile hunger strike to see Dimitri, but it was certainly a long enough time for me to be on the verge of starving.

I delicately removed the fluff from the cheese topping before shovelling it into my mouth greedily, savouring ever bite as though it would be my last.

The combination on the door clicked open a few hours later.

I almost jumped up from my position on the settee and threw myself into his arms as he entered the room. "You've returned!" I screamed with ecstasy, nuzzling my face against his chest.

"I have," He replied, in that monotone Strigoi voice he was now using.

"I never thought you would," I whimpered, sounding a lot weaker than I should have done, I would never have been that weak before, would I? My mind was still a scramble. I couldn't concentrate on anything but him now that he was in such a close proximity.

"I had to return sometime," He said, lifting my body off the floor and carrying me to the bed, "My need to blood it too great to leave you forever."

As I was laid back upon the mattress, I whispered to him. "I have decided. I want to join you, to be with you forever."

A smile that seemed out of place on his face suddenly emerged. "I knew it wouldn't take you long. Power and immortality draws us all in," He took hold of my head and pulled me closer to him.

I stared into those familiar brown eyes, now tinged with a ring of red. Eyes red for blood, for passion, for lust, and for love – I saw love within those eyes, a love that was only for me. I felt my cheeks stretch as I returned his smile. "Dimitri, I-"

Before I could finish my sentence, teeth sunk into my neck, penetrating the skin, snapping the veins in two. My heart began to pump hard, pushing blood out through the injured flesh into the open air around me. The room swam around me, all the colours merging and becoming one hazy blur. "I – I love you…" I managed to whisper, hoping he would hear my cry.

"Would you die for me?" He asked whilst his face began to swim in front of me.

"Yes…" I croaked, the pain in my neck growing agonisingly strong.

"Good," His teeth ripped at some skin upon his arm, and then he began to lower it towards my face, "because you're about to." With that, the area of torn skin was pushed to my mouth, causing warm liquid to trickle between my lips and into my mouth.

I gasp and tried to breathe. The more I struggled, the faster the liquid flowed. The salty and metallic compound slid down my throat, burning all over on the way down.

Eventually, the wound was removed and began I cough and splutter. My body was convulsing and praying for sleep, my eyelids becoming lined with lead.

"Sleep now, Roza," Dimitri's strangely soothing voice whispered.

My eyelids dropped, completely obscuring my vision with darkness. As I fell deeper and deeper into sleep, I could hear muffled shouts and screams around me. Smashes and crashes, as items were thrown around the room I was dying in. In death, I was defenceless, but in the 'afterlife', I would be their last defence.

I couldn't believe that there weren't more of these out there already, but hey, more reason for me to write one. Please review and give me you're opinions. Thank you for reading.