Someone's there! Someone can get me out of this hell hole. Wait... Why is he here? Is he kidnapped too? Maybe he can find a way out or he's my kidnapper and he's just trying to mess with my head.
"Hello? You still there?" That voice ask. The voice sounds helpless. No where near what you'd think your kidnapper to sound like. Well, I'd never guess an old lady to try and kidnap me. I should have tried escape when I had the chance. Stupid.
Zavior .
Who the hell is Zavior? This voice in my head really needs to take a break. For like... Ever. It's not giving me anything useful. Unless it has an escape route, then it should shut up.
I think that does it. I'm officially crazy.
"Can you get me out of here?" I question, leaving my crazy thoughts behind. I need to think rationally. I can't lose my mind this quick.
"I was wondering if you could get me out." He states.
He sounds familiar. Each word he says makes my heart beat a bit faster. Unknown emotions surge through me.
"Ms... Ms.Willing?" He calls, hesitantly.
Is he calling me? The name does ring a few bells.
"That's your name right?" He pauses. "It's just I can't remember much and.. And I just remembered calling someone with your voice." He chuckles softly at the memory.
"I remember you calling me a Mrs." He states, chuckling t
When he states that, the memory quickly is placed in my mind, yet nothing else.
"Zavior." I mumble, more to myself than to him.
"So you do know me? Can you remember anything?" He questions.
I think I know him. I cant remember anything else, though.
Will they all come back slowly? Why cant I remember anything? It's really frustrating.
"Where are you?" I say, getting down to business.
"Well..." He stops. " I'm in a office, it seems." He seem confessed while he talks, as if he isn't sure.
"Can you get out?" I ask slowly, as if I'm talking to a small child.
"No. It appears my door is locked." He states.
I fall down to my knees in defeat. As it turns out we're both stuck in the same predicament. I have nothing in the memory department, no idea how to get put, no idea... On anything! Who would have thought I'd end here. Or did I already know this would happen?
Ugh! So many question and so little answers.
"They've seem to have left... Um... Blood in my room." I hear him say astonished.
My heart picks up. Why would they leave blood? And who's blood is it?
I quickly look over my body to check for any marks, of any kind. I don't see anything and don't want think about what they could have done without a mark being left behind.
I shiver at the thought.
"...soo good." I hear, finally tuning back into the world.
Banging and thumping begin to escalate. It sounds as if things are being thrown around.
"Are...are you okay?" I ask. My eyes are probably the size of golf balls by now. I'm really freaking out and I have no idea what to do.
When he doesn't respond, I start looking around for an escape even though I know its pretty much useless.
Listen... Listen... Listen
Shut up! This voice is really getting on my nerves. It couldn't get any more vague.
"More!" Zavior shouts from his room... Office, making me really panic.
Open!
I know its stupid, but its all I got. If yelling in my head for the door to open is the only thing I got, I'll use it.
Open!
I begin to hear a series of clicking and suddenly my door slowly opens.
"Sssh-it...." I mumble.
I've entered the hunted house, because I couldn't have done that.
"Aahh!" Zavior shouts in anger, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I quickly open the door all the way and step out. I'm greeted by a hallway with a long line of doors. Where the hell am I? The walls are concrete, yet the doors are simply wood.
"Soo... Good." I hear Zavior sigh.
I slowly walk over to the door I hear him coming from. The fear of what is all in the other side cranks up, making me want to run back to my room, surrounded by its safety.
I take a deep breath and knock on his door.
"Zavior?" I call.
"I'm... I'm" he heaves.
Certain memories run through my brain, making it ache.
I begin to remember my family and school. I can only remember everything up till the moment when Zavior explain to me about what he is.
It may have gave me some answers, but I'm still in the dark for a lot of things.
"I'm.. I'm.." Zavior continues, as if he's a broken record.
The banging and thumping has stopped, but that only makes me worry more.
Another memory surges through my brain. I fall over in pain, my hands up to my head.
All I get though are moments of Zavior and I kissing. It doesn't give me much. I could already tell that I have a lot of feelings for him.
I stand up and back away from the door some. Not sure why, just that I know I need to.
"I'm..." I states again.
"A vampire." I mumble at the same time as Zavior shouts,
"A vampire!"
The door falls over, shedding into pieces giving me a full view of Zavior.
The saddest look is planted on his face, including a mixture of others, stringing each and every cord to my heart.