Chapter One

Chapter One

I laughed as I scratched the 670th tick mark into the cell wall.

“Two years to the night.” I said sluggishly before sitting the rock down and standing up. I stretched and began pacing, like I had for the past two years, every night as soon as I woke up. My mind raced as I began thinking of ways to get out of this hell-hole I was stuck in. There was no way out that I hadn’t thought about already. But, well, I was going to try and I wasn’t going to give up.

“Hey there Ana, sleep well?” My cell mate, Hailegh, asked as she too woke up. Hailegh and I had been cell mates for a long time. Well for two years. We’d been brought in on the same night. We’d been captured by the werewolves in the same town actually.

“As well as any vamp being held captive by werewolves can be. How about you?” I asked, picking up my plate of raw some-what meat that the wolves gave us to somewhat sustain it. I didn’t exactly enjoy the meat but the blood, oh the blood. The blood was delicious. Just one of the many perks of being a vamp… not.

“About the same, did you have one of you’re, umm, dreams?” She asked. Hailegh was referring to my extremely terrifying semi-physic dreams I had on a regular basis. I had had these since I was a little girl, since I had been turned into a vamp; the dreams had become more common and more terrifying.

“Maybe, why?” I asked slyly, blushing. I’d been wondering how that could happen. How can I blush if I was dead? Oh the world of the undead.

“Well, I heard you talking. Sorta.” She said, before sitting down to her own deformed slab of meat.

“Oh.” I said quietly, remembering the dream. I’d had it before, though before it had seemed less, frightening, and much less painful.

Someone was running, through the woods I think. Branches were hitting her across the face, hard, very hard; she ignored them. Though I couldn’t, I felt every ounce of pain, terror, and anxiety she felt. The girl was young, maybe 15, 16, I don’t know. She was human, she had long brown straight hair, though it was covered in dirt, and tangled with twigs and leaves. She came to a clearing and collapsed onto the ground clutching her head. I felt an unbearable headache. My head throbbed and I felt like my head was going to burst through my head. I wanted to die. The pain was horrible. The girl shrieked with pain and tears poured from her eyes. Then, very suddenly, the pain disappeared and the girl stood up. She looked around but nothing was there, she was alone in the field. She walked across the field quickly but not running, still trying to get away from whatever was after her. She came to a waterfall and stood at the edge, and I was flooded with fear as she thought about jumping. She is standing at the waterfall and then, I wake up.

I sighed and opened my mouth to tell Hailegh the dream.

“Shhh... someone’s coming.” She whispered. I looked to the gate when the cell door opened, being certain not to look the guard in the face. Werewolves seemed to believe that they are sooooo much better than us, well guess what, a pulse isn’t that great! The guard was a large muscular werewolf, but he was in his human form. I can’t say he wasn’t good looking, he was, but he smelled of wolf, a smell that I could not tolerate now that I was a vamp. The Wereguard threw a new prisoner in the cell with a scowl, locked the door, and quickly walked away.

The new prisoner was a guy. He was tallish, had strong features and long bed mussed blonde hair. His clothes were messy and covered in mud. He was flawless, his skin was pale, and even through the dirt and clothes, you could see the true beauty he held, and the true curse. He was a vampire, just like Hailegh, just like me. He looked 18 but, so did I. In a sense I guess I was 18, but I had been 18 for nearly 3 years now. I still looked the same age. I guess that’s what dying does to you.

The new guy struggled up from where the wolf had thrown him. He was incredibly weak, malnourished, and tired.

“Do you need some help?” I asked as Hailegh and I ran to help our new cellmate. We lifted him off the floor and carried him to my bed, if you can call a block of cement that. The task was easy considering Hailegh and I both had super-vamp strength and could have easily lifted him with one hand, but that would have hurt him.

“Thank you.” He whispered. I walked over to where I had left my plate of meat.

“You want it? It’s not good meat but there’s some blood on it.” I gave the plate to him and he began to suck what was left of the blood off of it.

“Thank you. Again.”

“No problem. What’s you’re name?” I asked.

“Tristin. You?” he replied.

“Ana. And this is Hailegh.” I said sitting down beside him. “Why are you here?”

“You.” He answered simply before going back to the meat, which was almost dry.

“You’re mistaken. I didn’t even know who you were until 5 seconds ago!” I yelled, standing up from the cement block.

“You’re Anakeel Marie Jameson.” He began dryly. “You were born in Brazil to American missionaries and moved back to America when you were 2. You s-”

“How do you know all this?!” I yelled, a mixture of fear and anger rising in me.

“I know a lot. I don’t know you’re story though. Of how you became a vampire that is, care to enlighten?”

“Not particularly,” I said my voice loud but not yelling. “Who are you?”

“Tristin.” He said again.

“Didn’t we just cover this?” Hailegh asked, not being noted by me or Tristin.

“Okay then what are you?” I asked agitated.

“Dead… a vamp. Just like you.” Simply. He kept things oh so interesting.

“You’re not just like me. Do I know everything about you? No. Didn’t think so.”

“Me either.” Hailegh mumbled again. Turning back to her meat.

“Come here.” He said. I reluctantly came. “I am a vampire but I was sent here to help you. You see, I’m very old. Very old. And I am in an alliance of a bunch of old vampires and you see, we want to help you.”

“You have got to be kidding.” I said, bursting out in laughter. “You’re crazy.”

“Aren’t we all?” Hailegh asked to herself again.

“No Ana. This is it. I’m here to help you escape. You and Hailegh. But I need to know you’re story first.”

“Okay.” I said reluctantly and began to tell the story of my death.