Coldness. That was the first thing I felt when I started to wake up. I couldn't feel anything else, just how cold everything was. The air was cold and my body numb from the cold. The second thing that came back to my body was the feel of roughness against my body and my body hurt, everywhere. I groaned in pain and curled my body in closer on myself. As I did, I felt more scratches come across my body but not that bad.

I slowly gained the ability to open my eyes and when I did, I wish I hadn't. There was a small amount of light coming through a window from a door and under the crack. It caused my eyes instantly to close from the sudden brightness and when I felt up to opening my eyes again, I did. It wasn't as harsh this time and I observed my surroundings. I was in a small room with a cot thrown to the side on a wall with what looked like hay bedding and blankets. It reminded me of medieval times except for the door. And I laid on rough concrete.

I shivered for how cold it was and pushed myself up into a sitting position slowly, careful not to go to fast as I tried to remember what happened. Why was I even there in the first place? I then remembered the people who were there and captured me on my way to Adam's place because I wanted to see him so badly.

I wrapped my arms around my body when another shiver came over me. It was then I noticed I was dressed in a think piece of white fabric that didn't leave much to the imagination on my upper body because it was a low v-neck with sleeves off the shoulders and it was kind of see through. The bottom part of the dress went down to my ankles so that was good at least.

Someone undressed me, I shivered in disgust at the thought. They had taken all of my clothes and left me in only this but with white undergarments so she was at least covered where it counted.

I rocked back and forth, wanting this nightmare to end. I just wanted Adam. Surely he would rescue me when he realizes I'm gone. But who know when that would be? I haven't talked to him for the last few days. I could be stuck here for a long time. To long to bare. How long was I even out anyways?

Before my thoughts could go any further, the door opened, spilling in more light and maybe my squint my eyes at the harsh glare to adjust to it. A person stood in the doorway and I couldn't make out their features, only that they were a male from the body build.

"Good," they boomed. They weren't actually that loud but compared to the quiet earlier and the drugs working out of my system, it was. "You're awake.

I didn't say anything as I buried into myself more, wishing it all would go away as he continued, "the boss would like to see you now. And he's going to be so happy."

He roughly grabbed my arm and pulled me up. I let out a complaint and just like I expected he told me to shut up. He then pulled me out of the room and down a hallway of rooms just like what I was in before going out another door with much better lighting and a much better looking place to be, not so medieval.

He went through many twist and turns until we came to a doorway which was pushed opened to reveal a pretty big room inside kind of like a throne room but it wasn't because it looked like it was also used for a dining room because of the tables and chairs around the place.

I had imagined an old guy when boss came up because boss's are typically older guys but this guy was not like that at all. He was a young, handsome looking guy with dark brown hair and grey eyes. He looked only a few years older than me and he was leaning back lazily in a chair until the doors opened and he spotted me. He straightened up and his eyes lit up upon seeing me. His eyes roamed my body and I felt naked even with this cover up dress. "Is this the girl?"

The guy, I could no longer see because he was behind me, nodded, "he pushed me forward and said, "yes, she is sir. I will leave now." He bowed and walked out the doors. They slammed shut behind him.

I was scared, beyond that, I was terrified, petrified! What was this guy going to do to me? I want Adam here. I want to be safe in his arms and not at the mercy of this person. As if compelled by some force, as soon as he told me to come to him, I walked straight to him reluctantly and stopped five feet away.

He started walking around me, expecting me closely. I felt disgusted under his gaze with the way he was looking at me. Why was I even here? What did he want? How long was I going to stay here?

"Well, well, well. A human virgin and a mate to a werewolf? You know you are the best present I have had in a long time? I can smell your sweet blood from here. Virgin blood is the best kind of blood after all. There's nothing better than that."

I shivered once again, disgusted and squeaked out, trying to sound strong, "what are you?" I had my suspicions but I hoped it wasn't true. I didn't want them to be real, but they most likely were if werewolves existed. "Who are you?"

The guy laughed and twirled my red hair around his finger. I leaned my head away from him and he let my hair dropped. "Oh, you probably don't know sweetheart. Sorry for that. I'm Dominic sweetheart, and I'm a vampire, but you probably guessed that already, haven't you?"

I didn't answer because what he said was right, I had already guessed that. Instead of speaking up, I was going to lay low because I felt I would get in terrible trouble, but I felt like I could ask questions that were necessary and maybe allowed. "What are you going to do with me?"

He chuckled darkly, "oh, don't worry, nothing to terrible, just take your blood and maybe bait you. We won't take your innocence sweetheart, otherwise your blood won't be as sweet. But there are other plans for you too."

I definitely did not like the way he said other plans. What did he mean by that? It was probably something terrible. I then felt a slice of pain in my left hand and looked down to see he had slit my hand. I had been so lost in my thoughts I didn't even notice he had taken my hand to do that. A cry of pain left me and he brought my hand up to his mouth and started drinking it. His eyes brightened even further and he drank everything he could get. When he was done, he cut his own palm and held it up to my mouth.

"Drink it, I don't want your body scarring up. It wouldn't be as pretty to look at."

The thought of drinking blood revolted me and I shook my head. "No."

It was then his eyes darkened in anger, turning red. "Drink it, you don't want me to force you, do you? You won't like the outcome if you do force me?"

I gulped at his threat and when he brought his hand up to my mouth, I let the blood trickle in. I didn't think about it, the warm, sticky substance sliding down my throat. I thought about Adam and how it would be like to be back in his arms again. I would just have to get through this nightmare, no matter how long it lasted. I needed to stay strong. I could feel my hand heal as the blood swept through my system.

When Dominic was satisfied, he took his hand away with a smile, his eyes back to their normal color. "Good girl," he smiled at me and then yelled, "guards! Take her to her room and make sure she's back here by six for dinner. We are going to have a feast tonight!"

The blood drained from my face at the mention of feast and being around him any longer. I needed to get out, and soon, but how was I going to do that while I was here? I dreaded going back to that cell room as the guards led me out the door and towards my 'room'.

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