The normal Torchwood protocol. Clean the body, dress them all pretty, then stick them in a box. That’s how it always goes.

 

As I was thinking this, I felt a sharp sting in the side of my neck. It felt like a needle. I tried to squirm. It hurt so badly. It felt like a thousand bees stinging my neck while injecting venom into my system. It hurt to think that this was death. It hurt to think that my death wasn’t the death that I was hoping, the death that I wanted was peaceful and painless. This was not it.

 

I was hurting so bad that I passed out from the pain. When I was able to come to, I could see again. I was in a room. It was completely purple. I couldn’t move anything but my head at the point. I looked around the room to see nothing but the bed and the walls. I felt like I was in an asylum. It was bare. I tried to speak only to find out that I couldn’t.

 

Well at least I can see and move around, I thought to myself.

 

I could hear, I could see and I could eat. I heard the door open and turned to see a woman. She was beautiful. She had brown hair, brown eyes, and a very pale complexion. She was wearing a purple dress with golden beads, a blue jacket, black leather gloves, and a pearl necklace with matching earrings.

 

She came over and took a spoon and a bowl out of her pouch she was carrying. She opened the bowl and dipped the spoon it. When she pulled it out, it was covered in this blue liquid.

 

“It will help with the pain.”

 

That was all she said. She fed me every day. Everyday even when I could feed myself. She was the only one who fed me. Yeah at first the substance was disgusting, but I slowly got used to it. Soon enough it turned red and started to be the only thing that I craved. All other food seemed to be from a different planet.

 

After about two months, she brought in a human body. I thought she was crazy. She pulled the neckline of the shirt down and bit into her neck. The girl let out a scream. Once the lady pulled away, she shoved the girl at me.

 

“Drink,” she said.

 

I looked at the girl, then back at the only person I have had contact with for who knows how long. I looked at her as I felt my teeth sharpen. I poked my tooth and saw blood coming off my finger as I pulled away. As I looked down at the girl as I sank my teeth down into her neck and drank. That was the first day I took a human life.

 

“I want to go back. I want to see my friends,” I told her.

 

“There is a man, his name is Francesco. He is my son. He will take you back.” she said and walked out of the room.

 

I ran around the room and picked things up then rushed out the door. I ran into the hallway straight into a man. He was tall, brown hair, piercing green eyes, and was in a purple suit. He was amazing.

 

“I....I’m sorry.” I said backing up into my room again.

 

“No it’s fine. Are you the one that my mother calls Valentina?” he asked.

 

“How...how do you know my name?” I asked.

 

“My mother is a very talented person. She has her ways of knowing things that most people don’t know.” he said.

 

I was scared by this man. This man that was supposed to take me back to my friends. But with being scared, I was also in awe of this man. He was beautiful, his looks were those of a models, but yet he was here.

 

“So are you the one that my mother tells me of? Because if it is true, her talking of your beauty is such an under exaggeration! You are the beauty of  a flower, your hair being jet black, your skin, pale as the moon. You are the night, the beautiful night!” he said taking my hand and kissing it.

 

I could tell that I was blushing like no other. No one had ever talked to me like that.

 

“Yes I am Valentina, but please call me Tina. I want to go back to my friends. I need to go back. They think that I’m dead!” I said.

 

“Beautiful angel, you are dead. You’re a Saturnynian,” he said smiling.

 

“A what? Oh never mind, just take me back!”

 

“Sweet beautiful angel, you can go back, your friends left you. You were close to death. We took care of you when your friends just left you.”

 

“I don’t care. I’m going back!”

 

I stormed out of the room and past him. I don’t know how I managed to get back, but I did.

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