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How did I go from watching my cheating ex-boyfriend marrying my sister to being locked up in a dank, foul-smelling basement and chained like a animal to a wheel that was something out of a medieval torture chamber, with only a bucket to relief myself in? Hell of a question. Truth is I just don't know how I got here.
"What's wrong, Lily?" asked Cam, one of my closest friends and cousin.
"Oh…uh…I have a headache. I think I'm going to head home early. I've got work in the morning."
She knew I was lying.
She knows I have a problem with my sister Rose, and her decisions. For god's sake, she was only nineteen, and she thought she has found the love of her life? I'm twenty-two and have only had one serious boyfriend, and he cheated on me with her. Now she's marrying the prick.
As I watched my sister on the dance floor, with her long, blonde hair in an elegant twist at the nape of her neck, and her tiny frame hugged perfectly in her wedding dress, I couldn't help but compare myself to her.
Here I was wearing a purple, satin dress that went right below my knee and puffed out at my waist, the bridesmaid's dress that I knew Rose had picked to make me and the other bridesmaids look insignificant to her in every way. Cam, who was in the same dress, looked at me with sympathy in her eyes, "If you want to go, I'll cover for you."
I gave her a desperate look and then said, "Thanks so much, Cam!" With that, I hugged her, before grabbing my purse, and rushed out the door before my sister could see me leaving.
She'd probably think I was too ashamed by the situation. Rose has always been like that though. She had always gotten what she wanted or couldn't have, or so she thought. Even when our parents were alive, she had always been their favorite.
As I got in my car, I realized that what I really needed was a drink. I drove a short distance and found the closest bar in Shreveport. As I sat in my car and looked at the exterior, the look of the place alone made chills run up and down my spine. I had never seen this bar before, but I knew from the name that it was probably trouble. I just didn't care. "Fangtasia," I said aloud to myself. I was hesitant about going in, but I really needed that fucking drink.
I had to wait in line to get inside, but when I arrived at the door, I was carded by a woman who I just knew wasn't human. She asked for my I.D. She wore black leather pants, a leather jacket and high heeled shoes which contrasted well with her long blonde hair. I was fairly used to being carded, since I'm so small, people don't believe I'm over twenty-one. At only five foot four, I have a youthful face, but usually the size of my boobs gives away my age.
"You may enter," said the woman, with a thick southern accent, looking at me with a gleam in her eye.
When I finally got inside the club, I was both disgusted and intrigued. Everyone was either grinding against each other or staring at the beautiful vampires. I went straight to the bar and asked the bartender for three vodka shots as I sat on the barstool in front of him. It had been a rough day, and I deserved it. He showed some fang as he handed me the shots, and as I downed the first one, I grimaced as the hard alcohol burned its way down my throat.
"You better slow down honey," said the bartender, "people here might get the wrong idea."
"I think I can manage myself," I said, smiling sweetly. He smiled and turned away.
I looked around the room once more, taking in the frightened yet intrigued tourists, the leather clad fangbangers, and the vampires who nobody could seem to take their eyes off. I saw some people kneeling at vampires' feet, and I knew they wanted to be their next meal.
After I finished those three, I had another round. I looked around the room once more, and left, oblivious to what was going on around me, though I felt a bit odd like someone was staring at me.
As I walked outside and made it to my car, fumbling for my keys, I realized I was in no state to drive. I would just have to take the bus.
As I started heading towards the bus stop, I passed a dark alley. The bus stop was on the other side of the alley, so I either had the choice of walking around the block to get there or taking a short cut through the alley. Since my headache was starting to become a reality, I was in no mood to take the long way. I stepped into the darkened alley and started walking briskly. I hadn't gone far when I heard a rustling to my right and saw a man rise up with his back to me. Another man was lying on the ground at his feet. When he turned around, I saw a man I recognized from the bar.
He was tall and lanky with dark features. He had greasy black hair, with pieces of it falling in his eyes, and a slightly grey goatee. As I reached into my purse for the pepper spray, half knowing it probably wouldn't protect me from this type of attack, he approached me, and I stood my ground, knowing that running wouldn't help. He looked like he had just eaten, judging by the blood around his mouth, and was looking at me like I was dessert. His next words confirmed it.
"Well, don't you look delicious in that little prom dress you've got on there?" he said before licking his lips.
"I would stay away if I were you," I said, pretending to act tough. Maybe he would think I had a gun or something. He had a mischievous grin on his face as he walked aggressively toward me. I tried to back away, but he grabbed me and pinned me to the brick wall.
"This is it!" I thought. "I'm going to die in a dark alley on the night of my sister's wedding and the happiest day of her life. Perfect."
He leaned in to take the bite, but as soon as he made contact with my neck, he jumped away as if he'd been burned, putting some distance between us. I raised my hand to my neck and felt the area he had attempted to bite and realized that I was wearing my silver necklace from the wedding. "I thought silver only worked on werewolves?" I whispered more to myself, preparing to run away. When I looked back at him, he had the eyes of a devil.
I was practically paralyzed with fear, but when he tried to lunge at me, I came to my senses and jumped out of the way. The force of the momentum propelled him forward, and he fell on a broken down, wooden packing crate. I was a mere two feet away from him and noticed that a piece of wood from the crate had pierced through his chest and was sticking out of his back. The next thing I knew, he was falling apart like a melting candle, and his remains sprayed onto my dress.
I sprang back and away as fast as my drunken legs would allow. Screw the bus. I decided to run all the way home, losing my shoes in the process. Besides, what would the people on the bus think of a girl in a fancy blood-soaked dress trying to get home in the middle of the night? I only ran half the way, because I realized that running so hard for so long in my drunken state was only going to make me vomit, so I calmed down and thought about what had just happened.
"So, my first solo encounter with a vampire wasn't the greatest. Better him than me though, right?" I asked aloud to no one in particular.
I almost couldn't find my small place due to the fact that every house on my street looked the same. As I made it to the front porch, I unlocked the door and stepped into the darkness of the hallway. I turned on the light, walked through the house to the kitchen, turned on that light as well, and heard the sound of quiet mewing. I went to the kitchen sink and saw the stray neighborhood cat rubbing against the window, begging to come in.
"You must me hungry, little fella!" I exclaimed, happy to see a friendly face.
I went to my cabinets and got out a bowl and a can of tuna. I opened the can and dumped the contents into the bowl, then went outside to set it down on the back step. As soon as I opened the door, he was meowing loudly at me and sought out the bowl hungrily. I closed my back door and sat with the cat, while he ate, and gently stroked his back. I was just sitting there thinking about everything when I sensed that I wasn't alone in my back yard. I looked around carefully and found no one, but I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.
"You're just being paranoid, Lily!" I thought, trying to reassure myself. It had been a very stressful day, and now I was going crazy.
I shook off the feeling, gave the cat one last pat, stood up, and turned to go back into the house. As my hand reached for the knob, I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head, and everything went black.
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Author's note: Hey guys! We just got a Beta, because we were receiving some complaints, so we are going to be reposting all of the first five chapters along with the sixth one soon.