Authors Note:

To those of you, who are returning, thank you so much for the previous reviews and the loyalty; I can't begin to tell you how much it means to me. The support I've been getting for people is awesome and it's thanks to you, that I was able to write this chapter. Granted, it took about a year, understand, this chapter and the chapters following were extremely hard to write. I won't put out any spoilers, but trust me, I've never written anything like this. Again, thank you for the patience (and thank you even though some weren't). I actually had to split up the days into a couple different chapters; otherwise, it would have become a story within a story.

To those of you, who are new, you're lucky you didn't have to wait a year for this. Thank you for reading Serene. I'm writing chapter 16 currently and its on its way. I couldn't wait for Buzzle to post it because of a couple annoying things, one being, my chapters are being deleted for some reason.

Day One:

The only thing I could think of was to try and run, escape, get as far away from this place as possible. I wasn't sure where "this place" was, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was escaping. Lifting my arms, the cold, metal restraints resisted my tugs. My mind started to melt. I was chained to the table, like an animal.

Giving the chains another hard jerk, my skin began to sting, the nerves beneath the metal cried causing large amounts of pain to dance up and down my arms. I didn't care about the feeling, I had to get away, but my chances seemed extremely small. Yanking on the restraints, I tried to move my legs, hoping to have at least those free; of course, they weren't. Similar to my wrists, my ankles were shackled to the freezing table.

No, this couldn't be happening; panning my eyes around the room, Jason stared at me, his eyes remaining void of emotion. He knew the truth and I couldn't tell how he was handling it. Sure, it was one thing to have an enemy tell a lie, but when that lie transforms into a scary true fact, the world could shift from underneath ones feet.

I couldn't comprehend why, but my lips parted, "please…" I managed to utter, my voice hoarse and husky. The back of my throat was dry, my tongue acted like a cactus, scratching the inside of my mouth roughly.

"Please" The tone of my voice morphed into a quiet beg.

My sight became cloudy; tears were swimming in the corner of my eyes. The warm liquid dripped slowly down my cheeks and onto my chin. I couldn't stop their flow because part of me didn't want to believe this was real; the other half whispered a single word: death. I was going to die.

Shutting my eyes tightly, I let my arms fall to my sides, the chains rattling, taunting me, as they clanked against the table. My head started to spin, images of the containment room swirled together; the colors silver, white, grey, and black melted together forming a massive blob.

"Grab her arms!"

I felt a chilly hand grab both my wrists, forcing them above my head; another hand pressed down against my chest. I was powerless to stop it. Tears continued to make their way down the sides of my cheeks as my back finally came in contact with the table. A second pair of hands pushed my knees down, straightening my legs so the only option I had was to lay flat.

"Hold her down while I tighten the straps."

Opening my eyes, it took a couple seconds for them to focus; the person holding my arms was Jason. Instantly, my heart started hurt, to burn, my stomach felt queasy, and my head began to pound so loud, I could hear it with my own ears.

"Oh God," I sobbed uncontrollably, another set of tears tumbled down my skin, leaving behind a wet, glimmering trail.

A low, sinister chuckled echoed inside the room and it hadn't come from Jason or the other man; a newcomer.

"My dear, there is no God for you."

I searched frantically for the source of the voice as the second man tightened my chains, leaving no slack whatsoever. My arms would remain tied above my head and my body would stay perfectly flat on the hard table. Turning my head to the side, I managed to make eye contact with Jason.

I could barely look at him without feeling my heart ache. "Why are you doing this?"

Jason's face held no emotion; it was completely blank. He had no remorse for his actions. None. My heart felt as if his hand was squeezing it inside my chest. A mixture of hurt, anger, disbelief, and regret swirled together inside. His invisible hand gripped my heart harder, creating little pin pricks of pain poking at the beating muscle; a throbbing, never-ending agony washed over my chest. How could I make this stop?

The cold hand disappeared and Jason stepped back, still staring at me; his eyes never breaking contact with mine. Is this what he wanted… for me to feel alone, for me to feel sick, used, and unwanted? More tears stung the corners of my eyes.

How could I be so stupid?

What was the point in trying?

Moving my head, I stared up at the white ceiling, feeling the small amount of hope evaporating into thin air. The chances of getting out of here alive slimmed down to zero.

I was going to die here.

"Did I hear you correctly? The vampire is pregnant?"

"Yes, father." I heard Jason answer.

Oh God… that meant Tom was the third person.

I couldn't look at either of them. I couldn't force my head to move. I didn't want to either; I couldn't bare the pain of looking over at them. I've never felt so alone before.

Footsteps echoed throughout the containment room. "Well, well, well, what do you know? To think that we have a pregnant vampire in our midst, it's incredible." Tom admitted, "There hasn't been one of those for over two hundred and fifty years thanks to our family."

I felt a hand barely touch the top of my foot; it was callused and rough like sandpaper. I couldn't help but flinch; I wasn't expecting someone to touch me with a hand, a knife yeah, but not a hand.

"Father-"

Tom growled and slammed his fist against the metal table in between my legs, causing the structure to wobble. "Shut up!" He shouted, interrupting his son rudely. "I didn't say you could speak. May I remind you, because of your misguided actions, I have a son to bury, whose body, might I also remind you, I don't have. So, please, not another word from you, unless I give you permission."

I finally managed to turn my head and face my enemies. My eyes settled on Tom, his hair was pulled back into a pony tail at the base of his neck, in an attempt to tame the mass of tangled black hair. Wild, soulless, dark blue eyes shifted to look at me; I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up and a shiver dance down my spine.

"And you," his voice was barely audible, even to my ears; it reminded me of a dagger coated with poison, "are the source of all the problems."

Straightening, Tom made his way around to the table until his face was directly above mine. "Do you know where you are?"

I was afraid to answer, because I knew it wasn't going to be a good one; all I could do was shake my head no.

My response brought a malicious smile across his lips. "Excellent." Walking back around the table, he stopped at bottom where my feet lay still. Reaching down below the table, he pulled out a large, sharp knife. I couldn't stop my eyes from widening with terror; there were endless possible outcomes flashing through my head, none of which were decent ones. A drop of sweat trickled down the side of my face.

Tom saw my facial expressions change and his smile grew. "Let me be the first to welcome you Les Grands Dix, or, The Big Ten."

I could barely pay attention to his words as he trailed the knife across my toes, the flawless blade skimming my skin slowly. I was mortified. Where was Justin? Why wasn't he here? Was he coming for me? Would he leave me here…

Would he leave me here to die?

"Now, I know what you're thinking, what does the Big Ten mean?" I could hear the excitement in his voice triple. What a sick bastard. Frightening people made him enthusiastic? It was disgusting. It made my stomach flip over and the back of my throat ache.

"It means we're going to have ten fantastic days to test your strength, but don't worry," Tom snickered, "as today is your first, I promise you its going to be a piece of cake."

Another bead of sweat dripped down the side of my cheek and onto my ear. My eyes were glued to the large knife in Tom's hand. The harsh florescent lights made the blade glint, making it look even more sinister. I couldn't look away; I couldn't stop thinking about all the things he could do with it.

In one swift motion, Tom plunged the knife into my foot, driving it straight through one side and out the other. A second later, the shocking, fierce pain began, and I screamed. Tears tumbled freely and I didn't stop screaming. I tried moving my foot, but it made the throbbing worse… much worse. It was as if white, hot, searing lightening raced up my leg.

"See? Piece of cake."

I couldn't look away; my gaze was stuck on the knife inside my foot, blood dripping down onto the floor rapidly. I continued to wail and sob. I tried to move my arms, in a sad attempt to reach down and clutch my foot, but the chains held them down. There wasn't any hope of moving because all I could was flex my fingers and toes. The pain was excruciating; it was nothing I have ever felt.

Tom turned and started toward the door on the opposite end of the room. Before opening it, he twisted to glance over his shoulder. "Oh, I forgot to mention one important detail," He paused, letting another smile creep across his face dangerously. "No one has made it to day ten."