A/N: this story is unfinished. I started writing it ages ago. Maybe I'll continue writing on it some day, maybe I won't. As of now, its future is very uncertain.

Another chapter is on its way, though it’s only one page long yet. I’ve added a few extra paragraphs at the end of this chapter too, and corrected any spelling errors I’ve been made aware of. If you find any others, please let me know :)

Also, a few typical American words have been changed into the more British variant. Since English isn't my first language I am free to choose whichever way of spelling I prefer, and British is just so much funnier. They have all these interesting ways of spelling...:P There was a point here that I wanted to convey...Oh yeah, if you find any words that are typical American, then please let me know about that too, and what it should be changed into of course :)

Phyllis Porgy Blaketon was an up-right, down-to-earth, I-believe-in-what-I-can-see-and-touch, no superstitious nonsense, please – type of girl, and was therefore, obviously, quite surprised when she one day was kidnapped by vampires in broad daylight.

It hadn’t been a good day. Admittedly, Phyllis hadn’t considered any day “good” in a long time, but she wouldn’t let that ruin her feeling of misery.

Ok, so she was only 18 and hadn’t any higher education, and yes, her marks from upper secondary school could definitely have been better, but come on! What engineering degree did you need to be a secretary? Honestly. The way she’d been treated in that job interview! What did they really want, eh? Someone who could answer phone calls or one who could build their own computer?!

“’I’m sorry, but you don’t seem to qualify for the job,”’ mimicked Phyllis, angrily. She stood on the kerb, waiting for the bus. While she waited, she fumed. No job meant no money, and no money meant no car, and besides, she didn’t have her license anyway. Waiting for a bus to arrive can be quite boring, especially since they never seem to be on time, but Phyllis was having her lucky day.

From the alley behind her was some clattering of metal boxes, possibly litter bins, some sword fighting seemed to ensue and there was yelling, and then a pale man in dark clothes and with a thin and elegant sword in his hand appeared.

‘Where’d he go?!’ he asked, turning his head from left to right, frantically searching for somebody, or possibly something.

Phyllis stood there, staring at the sword. It seemed quite sharp.

‘Did you see anyone?! Anyone at all?!’

Phyllis wondered if it could cut through steel, and if she dropped a silk cloth over the blade would the cut be clean, just like she’d read about samurai swords.

She stopped wondering these things when she registered that a new man was standing behind her, caressing her neck, breathing heavily.

‘I wonder…what blood type are you?’ he said hoarsely, followed by two small stings. And then things went blank.

---

Phyllis had many ways of knowing it was going to be a bad day. If things generally went wrong in the process of getting ready in the morning, it wasn’t going to be a good day. Waking up to discover that your period is one day early and that you’ve just made a bloody mess of your sheets and covers and underwear is another way. Waking up, wishing you were dead, with a stinging neck and a headache and no notion as to where you are is definitely also another way of knowing.

Overhead she thought she could hear whispered conversation.

‘I think she’s dead,’ said a female. Someone prodded in her. She groaned and tried to turn away.

‘No, no, I think she’s alive,’ said another female. ‘Did you hear her groan?’

‘So? What are we to do with her? We haven’t got anymore room, and besides, I don’t want to make up another vanishing again. It’s so much work!’

‘You’ve never been very fond of doing anything, Atza,’ responded the other female.

‘True. But still, a vanishing is more work than most other things I don’t like doing.’

‘Do you think she can hear us?’ the other lady said, giving Phyllis yet another poke.

Phyllis wanted to scream ‘Of course I can hear you! I’m not deaf you know!’ But for some odd reason her vocal cords did not want to co-operate with her. All that came out were some grunting sounds.

‘She's definitely awake at any rate,’ the first woman said. ‘Now what do we do?’

‘Can you open your eyes?’ the other woman asked and slapped Phyllis gently on her cheeks.

Phyllis tried, but her eyes wouldn’t co-operate either. This was definitely not a good day at all. She ground out a few more grunting sounds.

‘Right, she’s conscious, but unable to do anything besides making sounds. Quite weak, this one then,’ said the first woman, disdainfully.

Phyllis wished they’d stop talking over her head like she was a child that didn’t understand anything of what they were talking about. Of course, she didn’t understand everything, but she didn’t like being called weak. She decided that the woman called Atza was to be called ‘Slutty Bitch’. The other lady was ‘Slutty Bitch’s Companion’ as for now.

Phyllis tried to will her hand to move.

And it did. She was sure that she managed to move her right hand three millimetres to the left. Of course, it went unnoticed by anyone.

‘Right, well, I’ll go and start doing the paperwork. You render her unable to hurt herself in the meantime, k?’ said Slutty Bitch’s Companion, and the retreating sound of boots upon linoleum informed Phyllis that she was now being left alone with Slutty Bitch. Uh-oh. “Render her unable to hurt herself”? How was she supposed to be able to hurt herself in the first place? She couldn’t even move!

There were some clinking sounds from the direction Phyllis had heard Slutty Bitch had been standing. She hoped it wasn’t coming from what she thought it was.

‘I guess that no matter how weak you are, you’re still able to hear us,’ came Slutty Bitch’s voice suddenly. She was a lot closer than Phyllis liked to think about. A shiver went through her body, quite unnoticeable.

‘Well, let me tell you this one thing then, fledgeling; if you thought your life couldn’t get any worse– how do you think your un-life is going to be?’

Huh? Fledgeling? Un-life? And how the hell did this woman know that Phyllis hated her life anyway?

All of this Phyllis managed to think before a sudden pain exploded in her neck.

‘Enjoy the nightmares, sweetie,’ said Slutty Bitch.