Trigger warning: Attempted rape, Violence, blood and  murder.

Waking up she used the bathroom and looked around for a weapon. She needed to have some sort of defense. Plucking her black hair tie from her wrist she tied up her hair in a tight ponytail. The room was void of any weapons that she could use. Walking over to the bed she removed the pillow case from it's pillow and wrapped it around her right hand. Walking over to the bathroom mirror she swung her arm back and smashed her fist into the mirror, a large chuck of the glass coming out. The cushion of the pillow case helped block out the sound.

Grabbing a shard she held it in the hand with the case. Making her way over to the door she opened the door and looked out. The house was dark and quiet. Going down the stairs she made sure to keep her feet light.

Walking through the door she peeked inside and saw that it was an office. Going in she quickly turned on a lamp. Maybe she could find some information on this place. And have proof that this place is real and that people were really being murdered here. This was a story that needed to be told and with her fresh degree in writing she felt that she could expose this place. Maybe the government came and destroyed this place, she wanted everyone here to suffer.

Opening the desk she searched for anything that would be good evidence and smiled when she found a journal and badges? "What the hell" ,she thought, "what were Police badges doing here?". They must be fake, because they have SBI on them, shouldn't it just be FbI? She didn't have time to get into this. Putting one into her pocket she tucked her shirt in and slipped the journal into her shirt. She would read it later. Turning off the lights she made her way down the stairs and into the basement. But there was a metal door and of fucking course it had a lock. Corania did not know how to pick a lock.

Corania felt tears well up behind her eyes. She prayed that she would be able to see Grant again.

She didn't want to assume that Grant was dead. Gripping her shank she took one last look at the door and decided to go back to her prison cell. It was still daylight so she assumed that it was

safe for her to take a shower. She was covered in dust and blood and a shower sounded great.

Making her way back up the stairs she entered her room and locked the door. Looking through the closet she found a pair of women's clothing. They were slightly dusty and looked like they were from the 80's. The pants were flared out towards the bottom and the shirt was an old faded burnt orange top. She also had found some shorts that she would use for underwear. She would just have to reuse her bra. Going into the shower she turned the water as hot as it would go and used the bar of soap to scrub the dirt from her skin. She didn't allow herself to enjoy the cleansing water in fear that someone would burst through the door any second. Shutting the tap she dried off and got dressed. Her skin felt itchy from the clothes, probably because they were old. She looked at herself through the cracked mirror and organized her thoughts. First she needed to get the keys so she could get Grant.

Walking over to the bed she plopped down and lifted her pillow pulling out the journal she had just been stolen. The journal seemed to be the account of a man's life. Before she could start really reading she heard footsteps. Running over to the closet she stuffed it in the back and ran back to the bed.

The bedroom door was opened and in walked a man. He looked to be about twenty eight and had a bald head. His eyes were covered by black shades. But she could see the red behind them, he

was one of them.

"Well look at what we got here... aren't you a sight." He said while stepping into the room. His metal plated boots making a somber sound.

Corania stomach twisted painfully. Standing up she planted her feet firmly. Her hands balled up in fist.

"You should leave." She said her voice was even and tight.

He laughed, "A human telling me what to do? I don't think so. Any blood bag in here is food and nothing more." He said while flashing his fangs.

His figure was large and Bulky barely covered by a leather jacket. He stepped forward, and Corania slid back and flipped over the sheets. Once her feet hit the ground she sprinted to the

bathroom. She was almost able to slam the door but his hand stopped her. Pressing with all her strength she tried to close it. She could hear him laugh at her pitiful attempts. Jerking his right foot back he brought it swiftly down on the door. Wood flew everywhere, scratching at her skin.

Her body flew back into the sink. Her left arm swung back and banged against the mirror. The

razor sharp shards digging into her flesh. She couldn't register the pain in her arm because her back felt like it was on fire.

Side stepping into the room, he stood before her and glanced down at her. Removing his glasses he slipped them into his pocket. His eyes were blood red and gave off the impression of glowing.

Bending down, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His nostrils flaring.

Corania scrambled to move herself but her body felt numb. Her chest heaved quickly. She needed to do something, or he would kill her. Her stomach twisted at the thick copper smell in

the air. Yanking her arm from the mirror she yelled in rage as she brought it across his face. The

blades of glass stuck inside her arm scratched his face leaving faint trails of cuts along his nose.His eyes snapped open and he frowned. Faster than she could blink he had his hands around her throat.

"I hate when bitches fight."

"Fuck you!" she yelled while trying to remove his fingers.

"Fuck me hmm? How about I Fuck you?" he said while licking his lips

Corania struggled harder as he carried her by her neck and threw her on the bed. She almost bounced off the bed.

Grasping her legs he pulled her towards the edge of the bed and planted himself between them. His hands palmed her breast as she tried to kick him away. She guessed he didn't appreciate it and slapped her so hard she felt blood fill her mouth.

"Stay still and you might enjoy it."

She didn't even think about it as she spit, blood splattering against his face. Corania knew that he was about to torture her.

Sharp nails gripped the top of her shirt and yanked down, she cried out as his fingers tore at her flesh, leaving a stinging sensation behind.

Yanking her chin to the side he exposed her neck. She could see from the window that the sun had just disappeared behind the mountains showing that night had just started.

"You're going to regret that you were even born, slut. I don't mind fucking your dead body." He said harshly

Corania felt the bile rise inside her throat. God no.

Closing her eyes she only regretted one thing and that was that she wasn't able to save Grant. His rancid breath fanned against her neck. Her head felt light. This was the end of her she would see her father soon.

The door to the room was shattered open, she didn't open her eyes as she felt his weight disappear from her body. Her head was pounding, grabbing her injured arm she cradled it to her body.

Opening her eyes she watched as Clay threw him against the wall creating a large hole in it. He didn't allow him to touch the ground as he grabbed his neck and slammed him into the floor. Blood splashed against the floor. Clay bared his fangs and growled in his face. His skull

was open at the top.

"She is mine!" he yelled and then ripped into his neck. Chunks of flesh flying all around the room. The growls and animal-like noises made her feel sick.

Corania felt the bile rise once again and this time she couldn't hold it as she threw up.

Clay reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter and set the remains on fire. Corania pocketed that information, that fire was needed to kill a vampire.

His eyes snapped to hers as he marched over to her. He looked like a monster. His eyes were rimmed red and blood was smeared against his face. He grabbed her uninjured arm and pulled her up. Before she could say anything he smashed his lips against hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Corania pushed against his chest and screamed. She could taste blood and the remains of the other vampire, and her vomited.

"You are mine Corania, I'll kill anyone who tries to take you from me." He said with so much conviction she didn't doubt it.

Author Note: please vote and comment. What do you think is going to happen next?