Page 93 of Beyond the Temptation: Vol 2

What the hell is going on!

I began to truly panic now. I cleaned up and flushed, then went back to the sink. I looked around for a cup, as I was so thirsty, but didn’t see any, so I turned on the water and drank from it. After wiping my mouth with the towel, I gingerly removed the large white bandage to see two small wounds with dried blood around them. I lifted my fingertips to them and hissed in pain.

The attack in the alley came back to me.

Vampire! Had that really happened? I glared at my neck wound and again. Yes, it had happened. Okay… so where was the vampire now?

“I need to get the fuck outta here.”

I stumbled back into the room, still feeling weak from getting sick, along with my head spinning at this unreal situation I found myself in.

Glancing around in a panic, I didn’t see any of my personal effects. My wallet was in my back pocket, my keys too, but my phone… Shit! Ava! Did she call the police? Were they looking for me? I peered around the room again. I didn’t wear a watch, using my phone to tell time, and there were no clocks in here. I had no idea what time it was or how long I’d been here. Not surprising, the only door leading to the room was locked tight—from the other side. I thought about trying to break it.

Then, I noticed a window. I pulled back the heavy blackout curtains and was met with what looked like thick, black paint over the window. I raced into the bathroom and wetted the towel with hot water, heading back to the window to try to rub the paint off. Of course, that didn’t work. If I could only make a small hole to see through, then I could determine where I was. I glanced around the room again. I spied a dresser with six drawers and opened them. Men’s and women’s clothing littered each drawer. I pulled out a plain black tee that looked about my size and slugged it on. A New Orleans Pelicans hoodie was in another drawer, and I slid that on as well, trying to be mindful of my injured neck.

I looked at the towel and got an idea. I wetted it until it was sopping and dripping, then I wrapped it around my hand. Taking a deep breath, I reared my arm back and punched as hard as I could, shattering the window. A cry of triumph quickly turned into a hiss of pain. My knuckles met hard metal bars, and I whimpered as my hand throbbed. Thankfully, the towel had protected enough to not break the skin, but as I peered out into the night through thick bars, there was no way my body would fit through. I sighed in defeat. I was stuck in this room, inside this house, in what looked like a basic residential neighborhood.

Suddenly, the room’s door flew open.

“What the hell are you doing?” a guy asked, narrowing his eyes at me. Judging by his attire, I was fairly sure this was the one who’d attacked me.

I flew into a rage, racing to him and grabbing his neck. “What did you do to me, you freak?” I yelled.

He quickly removed my hand, wrapping his hands around my neck to lift me off the ground and threw me across the room, where I landed on the bed and then tumbled off onto the floor. I was up before I could blink, not understanding how I was moving so quickly.

The guy tossed a clear bag of red liquid onto the bed and sneered, “Eat up, Colton James, we have shit to do.” He glanced at the broken window, then at me. “And you better pull those curtains closed.” Then, he left, slamming and locking the door.

I stared at the bag. “Drink up?” I murmured, standing and staring down at it. I put my hand to my neck. I was so thirsty, and the water earlier hadn’t touched the dry discomfort in my throat.

But I was not going to drink that. No way. Probably poisoned.

I went back over to the door and kicked at it. “Let me out!” I pounded on it while kicking it. I tried to karate-kick the doorknob to try to break it. Then, I saw the door was locked with a deadbolt from the other side.

For not sure how long, I paced the room, trying to figure out what to do. I looked out the window again, and tried to see on either side. I noticed in the distance, the starlit sky was turning pink.

Vampires can’t go in the sun, right? Don’t they sleep during the day?

Yes, that was what I’d do. I’d wait until the sun was fully up and try to break one of these bars, then get out of here.

But this thirst…

I drank more water from the taps, so much that my stomach was full and I felt like I might puke. But no matter how much I drank, I was still thirsty.

There were no books or a television in the room. I grew restless and bored. And thirstier. I spied the bag of red liquid and picked it up. There was a nozzle on the end, and deciding I didn’t have a choice, I took a cautious sip. Huh. It was too thick to be juice, but smelled and tasted delicious. I shrugged and sucked down the entire bag. I slumped onto the bed and my thirst was gone. Then, I felt a tingling in my neck where he’d bit me. I raced to the bathroom mirror and watched in fascinated horror as the wounds literally closed up before my eyes. Since I’d wiped the blood and dirt away earlier, I gaped in disbelief as my neck was now as smooth as ever. I put my hand up and felt no bumps or scars.

This cannot be happening…

I raced back into the room, noticing the sun was coming up fast now. I went to the window and cried out when a sunbeam hit my arm, and the skin sizzled and smoked.

“Damn it!” I screamed, slamming the curtains closed.

I looked down at my arm to see it too was rapidly healing from the burn.

Biting back a sob, I knew I was good and truly fucked, and could never see Ava or my mom and sister again.

CHAPTER TWO

AVA

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