InsaneJournal

Day Terrors
Who: Colin
Where: Warehouse in Scarlet Oaks
When: Daytime
Moar: Violence and Emo (you have been warned)

She curled up in the corner, trying to make herself as small as possible. The old guy hadn't done anything to her she knew about, but she'd been locked in the room with what she was sure was a dead guy for hours. It felt like days, but she knew it was only hours. Even with no windows in the room, just a mirror. She was sure it was a mirror like the cops used. Which meant the old geezer was probably watching her through the glass. Like, jerking off at her terror or something.

April shivered and wrapped her arms around herself, just wishing something would happen. The hours and hours of nothing were worse than anything the old asshole could do to her. She'd been raped before, been beaten. What could be worse than that, right?

A moan from across the room caught her attention. Huh, the blond guy wasn't dead. She was surprised by that, since he'd felt cold when she'd gone over to check. Cold and she couldn't find any pulse. But then, she'd flunked first aid, so maybe she'd checked wrong. And it was freezing in here, which totally explained why he was cold.

"You okay?" she asked the guy. Apparently, the sick old fuck was equal opportunity at least. He didn't respond, but seemed like he was drugged or something. He didn't seem to hear her at first, so she moved a bit closer. "You okay?" she repeated, finally getting his attention.

There was something...wrong about him. Especially in his blue, blue eyes. He looked crazed or high. His lips peeled back to reveal fangs. What the-?

April never got the chance to finish that thought. Suddenly, the guy had her in this grip she couldn't break and she had a feeling she was about to find out what could be worse.

The pain shooting through her body when his fangs sunk it was unbelievable. It felt like hot knives were being driven through every part of her body. It hurt beyond paralyzing her, she felt her body jerking violently, as if desperately trying to get away. But the jerking just tore his fangs in her throat. She tried to scream, but just ended up gurgling and choking on her own blood.

Her blood. God, she was drowning in her own blood.

The world started to go black around the edges. The flailing subsided and she couldn't really feel anything anymore. She was just cold and eerily calm. She just wanted to know one thing.

Why? she thought dumbly as her life slipped from her grasp. Why?

Colin jolted awake, bloody tears streaming down his face, panting even though his dead lungs didn't actually work anymore. He dragged both shaking hands through his hair, gripping it for a moment, as if that would center him. Make the horrors he'd just dreamed less real.

Not that it would work. How could it? He saw himself through her eyes. As he killed her. He swallowed hard, falling back against the crate, shaking. Her final thought, the same as his before his sire had destroyed his life as well as that poor girl's, rang through his mind.

Why? Why? Why?