Chapter 26: I spent the successivo few hours desperately trying to claw and rip my way through the coffin lid and dig to the surface. All I could think of was how I had to get back to Alex. I could only imagine what Antonio would do to him, chain him up, torture him? I had only turned out so tuff because of Antonio...
Summer of 1850:
"Antonio I swear I won't hesitate successivo time but please don't lock me up again" I begged. He grabbed me da the hair, my red locks entwined in his gloved hand. I fought and fought, my heeled shoes catching on my black domed gonna and bodice.
"Your disappointing me Fang, te know what happens when vampire in my clan don't live up to their name? There disciplined." Antonio replied. I stumbled behind him with my hair still clutched in his hand. He pulled me down the winding creaking stairs to the dungeon, a cell waited at the very back with bars made of titanium meant to keep me in. Before throwing me in Antonio took a syringe filled with garlic extract and injected it into my arm. I was locked up, the garlic causing me to cough up blood for days on end till I was so weak I could no longer lift my head.
"What have te gotten yourself into Fang?" Patrick said. I opened my eyes to see that he was crouched outside my cell.
"You go tell that basterd Antonio that if I don't get blood I'm going to rip his head off" I spat. Patrick laughed.
"In your current condition I'd like to see te try, you're a killer Fang don't forget that. Just kill as your told and this won't happen again" and with that he left. It wasn't till the successivo giorno Antonio came back to get me, at that point I was too weak to open my eyes but I knew it was him, he stank of poison and control. I heard the cell door open and the footsteps approaching.
"Fang, my lovely Fang are te ready to behave now?" If I could I would have torn out his throat but my mind was warped. The torture was doing what it was meant to do. I t was changing me and all I could think about was how I would kill for blood at that point.
"Antonio please I promise I'll be good just let me have some blood" I begged.
"Of course, Nadia could te bring someone for your dear sister" He said. He made me sick, making my 14 anno old sister hunt and kill humans. When I killed my mother and father it was più for her than me. The set back was that Antonio made me turn her into a vampire, changing my name from Genevieve to Fang and Nadia to Death, to suit our vampire nature. She hated me for it, I knew it but she did her best to hide it. I could smell the human hear their pulse before she even reached the stairs. She lowered the neck to my mouth, my fangs extended the pain causing me to bite my lower lip drawing my own blood. I sank my fangs into the mortals neck, she cried out più from shock than pain. I drank her blood till her face was pale as mine and her pulse stopped. My eyes began to glow red and I knew at that moment I would never be anything più than a killer.
I had to find Alex.
Summer of 1850:
"Antonio I swear I won't hesitate successivo time but please don't lock me up again" I begged. He grabbed me da the hair, my red locks entwined in his gloved hand. I fought and fought, my heeled shoes catching on my black domed gonna and bodice.
"Your disappointing me Fang, te know what happens when vampire in my clan don't live up to their name? There disciplined." Antonio replied. I stumbled behind him with my hair still clutched in his hand. He pulled me down the winding creaking stairs to the dungeon, a cell waited at the very back with bars made of titanium meant to keep me in. Before throwing me in Antonio took a syringe filled with garlic extract and injected it into my arm. I was locked up, the garlic causing me to cough up blood for days on end till I was so weak I could no longer lift my head.
"What have te gotten yourself into Fang?" Patrick said. I opened my eyes to see that he was crouched outside my cell.
"You go tell that basterd Antonio that if I don't get blood I'm going to rip his head off" I spat. Patrick laughed.
"In your current condition I'd like to see te try, you're a killer Fang don't forget that. Just kill as your told and this won't happen again" and with that he left. It wasn't till the successivo giorno Antonio came back to get me, at that point I was too weak to open my eyes but I knew it was him, he stank of poison and control. I heard the cell door open and the footsteps approaching.
"Fang, my lovely Fang are te ready to behave now?" If I could I would have torn out his throat but my mind was warped. The torture was doing what it was meant to do. I t was changing me and all I could think about was how I would kill for blood at that point.
"Antonio please I promise I'll be good just let me have some blood" I begged.
"Of course, Nadia could te bring someone for your dear sister" He said. He made me sick, making my 14 anno old sister hunt and kill humans. When I killed my mother and father it was più for her than me. The set back was that Antonio made me turn her into a vampire, changing my name from Genevieve to Fang and Nadia to Death, to suit our vampire nature. She hated me for it, I knew it but she did her best to hide it. I could smell the human hear their pulse before she even reached the stairs. She lowered the neck to my mouth, my fangs extended the pain causing me to bite my lower lip drawing my own blood. I sank my fangs into the mortals neck, she cried out più from shock than pain. I drank her blood till her face was pale as mine and her pulse stopped. My eyes began to glow red and I knew at that moment I would never be anything più than a killer.
I had to find Alex.
