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If you've ever lost sight of the world-even for a moment-then suddenly found it again, and it was a whole new place-I know the feeling. There was a struggle, a quick feeling of freedom, then restraints, a needle, a fiery liquid, and fading words that were so foreign to my unilingual mind.
One moment I was Blade.
The next moment, I couldn't tell you the last time I slept.

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With a quick flick of his wrist, Damian pulled a red book that was old and too worn to read the gold lettering. In seconds, a groan sounded from a nearby bookshelf, and it slid back then to the left, revealing a passage that quickly filled the air with rotting meat and death. I had to bite my lip to hold back the audible gagging.

The dracula turned to me, took my wrist and pulled me close,"I told you we were going to clear your mind, so come on-the sooner the better." The way he said that, the twinge of malice that lingered after that sentence, was so visible you had to be blind not to see the evil that the words hinted at. Damian pulled me toward the stairs and I jerked away,"I am not... going down there.. especially with you."
"Yes you are.."
"You're not my keeper or anywhere close to it. So no. I. Am. Not. Going. You. Incompetent. Bastard."
"Big words," his hand twisted mine until there was a sick popping,"For a worthless peice of shit like you. We're going, weather you like it or not."
"Y-You like to hurt people, huh? Gee, you and Terror would get along g-great..," The pressure to my wrist was added with each word and I didn't care one fucking bit,"Maybe y-you two c-could hook up instead of him being with that dumb s-skank he has now."
Though I was talking my fill, I showed no more restraint, so he returned my hand to it's original position and led me to the, once, concealed entryway. Honestly, I wouldn't mind if he was burned alive...as long as I was the one burning him.

I was being dragged down a stairwell. With each step the shadows came closer, the air grew thicker, my sight grew hazy, until I couldn't see my hand in front of my face-even with the advanced vampiric vision. The cold hand around my wrist pulled harder as we neared, what I thought was, the bottom.

My bare feet hit cool concrete as we entered the basement. The dark here wasn't the dark everyone fears as a child, this dark was much more...sinister. It took in every inch of my body, consumed me, and extinguished my flame of existence. Quietly I let out a hard breath only to suck it back in when I realized the grip on my wrist had been released. I had two options.

One: Stay, probably be beaten senseless, and then partake as the victim in Damian's sick experiments.

Two: Run, try to get free, most likely be caught, probably be beaten senseless, and then partake as the victim in Damian's sick experiments.

Abruptly, I turned on my heels and was up the stairs in a matter of seconds. The sound of my heartbeat pounded in my ears, the adrenaline mixing with the fear that kept me alert. As I made it to the top, I slid to the same book he pulled earlier and ripped it from the shelf. The false bookshelf screamed as it jolted back to its concealing position. Desperately, ignoring the spiking pain in my wrist, I shoved chairs and tables-anything I could get my hands on-in front of the secret entry.

Once satisfied with the mound of objects blocking the only way out of that hell-hole, I focused on escaping. I thought I'd be familiar with the place, but in truth I had only ventured as far as my room, the main dining hall, and the bathroom; I never really went exploring.

My fingers trained on walls, taking in every aspect of the mansion. Just in case, I didn't make it out this time, and I had another chance-I would know this prison like the back of my hand. Room after room, I searched. Only to rewarded with either locations with pillows strewn everywhere, multiple king-sized beds, heavy-secret keeping-curtains, and a strong smell of incense that made me too hot and too heavy; dining halls; bedrooms; or just rooms full of art, creepy demonic art.

Finally, I found the main entrance. Rushing to the door I pulled on the grand, handles, but they wouldn't budge. "Shit..." I hissed as I frantically searched for another way. The windows were the only way, though I do like to leave in style, busting out of windows wasn't one of them. But sometimes, you're forced to play what cards you're dealt. Silently, I wished for myself to actually escape as I took a few steps back. Planting my right foot forward, my left one back, I leaned forward and sprinted at one of the small metal framed panes of one of the windows. I placed my arms over my head and smashed through the glass, feeling shards embed themselves in my skin and irritate my wounded wrist. As I tucked-and-rolled on the soft grass, I looked back for only a moment to find no one was following me. Had I really lost him? It was this easy? I was finally free? Sweet! Screw the vendetta on Terror, I could do that myself. Either that or move on. I didn't need help from some horny vampire; I didn't need help from anyone in that matter. I was an independent woman now. Not one thing could stop me.

Along I walked, all of a sudden looking up to see the moon overhead, was it already this late, it was morning only... Shit... what day was it, I couldn't remember.

A soft crack settled from somewhere, and I snapped my head to the left; that's when I saw them. Eyes. They were like crystals, like ice when it's still frosty. The shadows kept the holder a secret, but I kept my gaze trained on those diamonds, and they on my lonely ruby, for: One? Two. Three....Ten moments? Before I blinked, and they were gone. As if they were just an entity, a mind game my brain conjured up to substitute a longing for someone else to know that I was alive and not dead. Yet it was gone and it chilled me to the bone, the two orbs disappeared into thin air; they had just...vanished.

I decided to press on, though I had the chilling feeling that someone was following me. Was it Damian? No, every time I turned there was no one... like the person, or thing. Would just hide itself from me. It was, truly, starting to piss me off. A growl settled in my throat and I let it echo behind my words, directed to particularly no one,"Listen you prick! Show yourself and stop following me around like a creep." I stopped, letting the silence settle around me; ears alert for any scumbag that tried to creep on me. All of a sudden there was chuckle it wasn't Damian, I would've heard the lust laced around that laugh. This laugh? This laugh was teasing; someone was taunting me and it rubbed me the wrong way. I turned and threw my,bad, hand back, to swing at nothing, but something caught it.

Damian. "Hello, little lamb.. Are you lost?" He yanked me up by my injured wrist, causing a ripple of piercing agony to pulse through me,"It's okay, your shepherd is here..." The huskiness in his voice was chilling and I hated it, I almost spat back a reply but my clenched jaw didn't give in. He dropped me to the ground and I grunted as a rock jabbed into my back. I heard him take something from a leather strap, and mutter something about the "hard" way. Next thing I felt was a heavy weight to the back of my head, and as I struggled to get up, to fight, the blunt force came again and I dropped like deadwait. The last thing I saw, as the blades of grass, dirt, and rock scraped against my stomach and face while being dragged away, were: those diamonds, in the shadows. Watching. Watching. Watching. And doing absolutely nothing... that sweet taste of freedom was soured as the dark coat of unconsciousness came.

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I pried my eye open, gasping in air. It was a dream... for sure. The back of my head was throbbing and it was dark, pitch black, and as I took another long breath a stench so unbearable made my stomach groan in agony. My wrist burned like fire and it felt like small shards of, something, were lodged in my arms. Groggily, I tried to stand. But couldn't. Odd, I'm just sitting, why couldn't I stand. Suddenly, a small light above me came on and, instantly, I shut my eye as the bright flash pierced the sensitive cornea. Slowly, I blinked a few times adapting to the blinding light. To my horror I was restrained, by metal, cuffs. One around my neck, two on my wrists, thighs and ankles. I attempting to jerk my head: bad idea, it only caused me to roughly cough, as the metal kept my throat in a tight grip.

Damian approached from the shadows and I felt my fury ignite as I wheezed,"Let me go, you fucking bastard! You peice of shit! I hate you! I fucking hate you!"
His hand collided with my jaw and I felt the soft warm fluid of blood, bead from wear his ring struck my lip. "Asshat.." I spat, red liquid splattering his shoes.
"Shhh...I told you we're going to clear your mind...You have nowhere to run, and soon you won't run." He flicked the tip of a needle, the liquid within the syringe was of a black-purple hue, that just looked like death. I screamed at him, a sob building in my throat, to stop.

Ignoring my protest, his smile was twisted as he brought the tip of the needle to my wrist, but quickly moved it to my neck-just above the restraint. "Dammit, Damian, this isn't funny! Stop it! Now!"
"I told you you to shut up!" On the last two words the syringe found itself in my jugular, a sudden feeling of a new substance pulsed through my veins, finding its way through my body. It was painful, like fire ants were crawling inside me, stinging every inch of my innards. It was like being stabbed in the same place, over and over. It was like having boiling water poured over you...slowly.

I withstood that agony until the numbing came, until I was lost in a serene daze, lingering between reality and sleep, unconsciousness, death? At this point.... I wanted to die. But, I wasn't, he wasn't going to let me have that kind of satisfaction. I felt his lips press to the small piercing then start chanting in Romanian? Russian? I couldn't tell, but it sounded sickly.... Finally, I submitted myself to the hands of mother night, she was the only one that could comfort me, now.

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((Ahhh... I really am proud of this series so far... all my other one's felt... bleh but this one? Im okay with, the ending was kinda rushed; sorry! Anyway.. yeah woopwoop Damian is an asshat-Confirmed by Blade.. ALSO BTW.. Discord/Blade was actually never suppose to be present from the end of "Fangs" 'til the end of this.. So some things that have happened you know in the club or whateves don't apply in the story.. lol sows x3))