Chapter 2 Draft 3

Chapter 2 (Draft 3)

I came to again, I felt like I had only been asleep a few minutes, but slowly moving, my body told me it was longer. Sitting up hoping to try and ease some of the pain and stiffness, i look over to where I had left the man. But all that remained was the dirty pillow case, that I had rested his head on. The only evidence to show he was ever here.

Without sounding selfish I'm kind of pleased they took his body, I doubt I would have been able to cope having him lye there, especially in this small cell. I was going crazy enough on my own; add a dead body would probably send me insane. Part of me hopes he has found peace and the fact he not suffering any longer, the other part of me worries about what they have done with his body. Would I really want to know? I curl myself up and rest my head on my arms, hoping this will somehow comfort me in a small way, but no such luck.

"Are you alright?" I bolt up and look straight towards the cell door, but no one was there. Did I just imagine a voice? Am I going crazy? First sign of madness is imagining things. Can't act surprised if I am, being locked away in a place like this would drive a crazy person crazy. Or would it drive them crazier? I buried my face into my arms once again. How much I wished I could get out of here, but it seems impossible, unless it was in a body bag.

"Do you not speak English?" I bolt up again, knowing for a fact this time I defiantly heard a voice, a man's voice at that. Yet I still couldn't see anyone. Just the same people locked in the cells and most of them were asleep. That's all we seem to do these days, but what else was there to do?

"Are you a mute or something?" hearing the voice this time I realise it's not coming from outside my cell, it was coming from inside. I look around and in the furthest darkest corner my eyes just about sees a figure sitting there. I try to speak but for some reason my whole body froze like I had lost my will to speak or even move.

"I…..can…speak" my voice was mostly a whisper and stutters but at least it was a start. The figure sighed as if relieved.

"Thank bloody hell for that. I was starting to wonder" he let out a chuckle but it seemed more to him, then to be heard out loud.

"So how long have you been stuck in this hell hole?" This is a question I would love to know the answer myself.

"I honestly don't know anymore, I lost count after about 70 days, I know I've been a while now" my voice started to sound normal again. I put it down to not talking as regularly as normal. Who knew not talking regularly could affect a person so much, I never thought it would.

"70 days, then at a guess you must have been one of the first taken then" I nodded then realised, how would he have known that? Unless…..

"Are you with the police?" hope started to fill me up and thoughts of possibly getting rescued raced through my mind. How else would he have known I was one of the first here, when I was brought here there was only two others. Another chuckle from him and all that hope disappeared quicker then it came to me.

"Sorry love, I'm no knight in shining armour, quite the opposite if I'm being honest. So do you have a name?" his question threw me, I had honestly forgotten my name. Who would have thought you could actually forget you name. After a few minutes it finally came back to me.

"My name's Dakoda" he stood with a slight grunt and slowly started walking towards me, I was a little on edge. He stood above me for a few second before finally bending down to come face to face with me.

"Well, even under the shitty circumstances. It's nice to meet you" I took his extended hand and the second I did I wanted to rip mine back. His hand was so cold it felt like I had grabbed a big block of ice. When we finally let each other's hands go I rubbed mine together trying to get some warmth back into it.

"Also I want to thank you for earlier. You are too kind" that puzzled me, why was he thanking me? I look at him and study him closely, then realization hit me, he must have seen it because his facial expression changed. The man kneeling in front of me was the dead man, the one who I made as comfortable even though he was dead. Or so I though.

"It's ok Dakoda, I promise you have nothing to fear from me. My name is Leon" nothing to fear? Maybe he should hear that being in my shoes then try and tell me it's ok. It was as far from ok as possible. This man, Leon, he was dead. He wasn't breathing, when I moved him check he never moved an inch, he had no breath and he was stone cold. Now he was in front of me, and talking. How?

I pushed myself with all the strength I had away from him into the wall behind me. If the wall could absorb me, at this moment in time I would have let it, and I wouldn't fight against it. I watched Leon, the dead man intensely, even fearing to blink. He decided to make himself comfy on the floor where he was kneeling. He crossed his legs and looked over to me, he reminded me of a school child trying to behave and be a kiss up to the teacher.

"What the hell are you?" my voice sounds a lot braver than I felt, my body had started slightly shaking from the fear that hit me. I have to stay calm for my sake.

"I can't tell you, but I promise you, that you're safe. I swear I won't harm you. You have nothing to fear." Nothing to fear, was he joking? How could I keep calm now, my fear just jumped up from about 20% to 100% on the scared scale. My body continued to shake and the much I tried to hide it, the more it seems to show. My breathing started to escalate slightly and my vision blurred in and out. If he thinks just because he says that I have nothing to fear makes it all ok he can bloody well think again.

As we sit watching each other, my mind starts to race with the possibility of what he could actually be. It's now obvious there is no way he is human. Thoughts of zombies from movies crossed my mind but can I really rule it out? But then again in all the films, zombies are mindless things that want nothing more than to eat human brains and none ever talked.

"Dakoda? Are you ok?" I hadn't noticed that while I was deep in thought that my body started to shake more and my breathing intensified, my fear was now completely showing. I try to slow my breathing down, but with little success.

Suddenly the captor's voice from my dream crossed my mind over and over again. "Got a friend for you, but I'd be careful, I hear he likes to bite" Then it hit me. Not breathing, skin ice, yet he is sitting and talking to me like an alive person. My vision blurred to the point I could see nothing but darkness.

"Breath Dakoda, it's going to be alright, just breath" my vision returned enough for me to see Leon was now looming over me and I was laid down on the cold floor. I could feel myself slipping into unconsciousness and the only thing I could do was say the one thing that repeated over and over in my head.

"Vampire" with that being said the darkness took me.

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