Welcome to Disneyland, kid Who: Lex and a couple unnamed NPCs Where: Children’s Hospital of Michigan, then an unknown location When: Ridiculously early in the morning and then throughout the day Warning: Not safe for life. I’m really serious. I squicked myself out. I thoroughly apologize to anyone this may offend. This is just fiction.
The child was only six years of age and her mother was crying like she were a newborn. She simply wouldn’t stop. Her mother was busy swearing up a storm while trying to get their rundown car to start up, but the engine wouldn’t kick in. The car was the least of the girl’s worries. They had just left the hospital after being told they couldn’t keep the little girl in their care due to money and insurance conflicts. Never in her life had she seen her mother so livid. It almost reminded her of the fights she and daddy would have before he left several years ago.
“Mommy?” The tiny girl spoke gently while watching her mother weep at the steering wheel. No response. “...Mom-”
“What?!”
The girl shrunk back at being snapped at, curling up in her seat before looking away and sniffled.
“Oh sweetie, I’m sorry,” the woman quickly apologized while reaching out to the girl to coddle her. “I’m so so sorry. Please forgive me.”
After a second of being held, she looked up to her mom and tried to smile. “Maybe I’ll just stop coughing up blood. And maybe the headaches will go away, right?”
The mother didn’t know whether to cry more or be optimistic. She knew her daughter was slowly dying and not a damn doctor in the state gave a shit. They could barely afford rent, let alone medicine to help make the girl feel better. Couldn’t anyone show a bit of sympathy? Now the car wouldn’t start up and she didn’t own a cellphone, thus making it impossible to call someone up for a ride, but even if they could, she had no one to call. No friends, no family in the area. With a reluctant sigh, she slipped out of the car and tugged her girl out with her. “Come on, sweetie.”
“Are we going back inside, mommy?”
She wished they could. “No, we’re going home, sweetie.”
The little girl looked confused. “But... we need the car-”
“The car won’t start up, sweetie. We need to start walking, ok?”
Despair swelled in her daughter’s eyes as she pouted, then averted her gaze to the ground. “Ok...”
A sigh left her lips as she took her daughter by the hand and began walking. She couldn’t even uplift the moment with promises to stop by McDonalds or some place to just sit and relax. There was no more relaxing in their lives. No more optimism.
They barely walked for a minute when a stranger approached them. A man dressed in all black, looking rather concerned for them. “Miss, do you need a lift at all?”
Despite his charming accent, she just smiled at him and shook her head. “No, we’re alright.”
“Are you sure?” He seemed pretty persistent. “It’s late out. Not exactly the time to be taking a midnight stroll, no?”
As much as she didn’t want to admit to it, he had a point. And she didn’t expect kindness to emit from the heart of a stranger. Taking a pause, she looked back to him with a sense of hope on her features. “You would... give us a lift?”
“Why not?” He gave a shrug. “I couldn’t help but notice your car was stuck back there and thought I’d offer a ride.”
Now she was smiling, even if it was a small one. “That would be mighty generous of you, sir. Nothing out of your way, I-”
“Nothing’s out of my way, love.”
The way he interrupted her made the woman pause for a second, but he was smiling at her, so that was a good sign, right? Finally giving in, she tugged her daughter along to walk on over to him. “You’re too kind, sir. God bless you.”
He didn’t say anything to that, merely turned on his heels and gestured for them to follow. The walk was rather quiet while he led them out of the parking lot. She found it peculiar at first, but asked no questions. It was when he took a turn into a random back street by the hospital that she raised an eyebrow. “Sir? Are you sure this is-” Turning into said street, she saw nothing but darkness ahead of her. As if he had vanished into nothing. Her eyes blinked while examining the area. “Sir?”
“Mommy, where did he go?”
“I don’t know, sweetie.”
If only she had turned around to check behind her. By the time she opened her mouth again, Lex had already struck a blunt object upside her head, knocking out the mother before giving the same treatment to the child.
~*~*~*~*~
When the girl woke up, the first thing she noticed was the dim light buzzing in front of her from a television monitor. The rest of the room was completely dark, making it hard to see the details with such a light shining in her face. Was it still night time? Had the sun risen yet? She knew no answers to these questions - just that she was in a room by herself. It was then that she tried to move and realized she was bound. Tied up to a chair with coarse rope. Her mouth had been duct taped shut several times and the metal chair she sat in left not comfort for her. She tried to wriggle her way out, but after ten minutes she found herself exhausted and gave up.
Eyes back to the monitor. She couldn’t tell initially what it was showing, except it was horrendous quality. After a moment of staring at it, she realized something moved in the picture - a person. It was a surveillance on someone in another room. She watched the person slowly get up and examine her surroundings, trying to tug at the windows that had been boarded up and claw at the floors. No use. It wasn’t until the woman screamed out for help that she realized it was her mother.
Several hours had to have gone by. The child couldn’t do anything but stare at the monitor and watch her mother crying in a corner, occasionally screaming in anger before curling up on the floor. As for the girl, she remained in her seat. She felt the need to cough, like she always had before, but this time the tape was in the way. Flinching, she eventually gave in, coughing up that horrible blood and leaving it in her mouth. There was no other choice.
Another hour passed by. A door had opened at that point. Not in her own room, but her mother’s room. She looked up, weary and worn as she watched Lex enter the room. An extremely blurry image of him, at that.
“Where am I?” She instantly demanded him. “Where have you taken me? ….my daughter! Where is she?! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO-”
His fist was faster than her tongue, smashing into her jaw and instantly breaking it. The girl’s eyes widened as she watched the vampire relentlessly beat her bother. Another punch to the face, a kick to the stomach. She watched her mother spit out blood, teeth, even whatever was left in her stomach. And Lex didn’t give a single fuck.
The mother tried screaming again, regardless of how painful it was, though the vampire just laughed. The image of him might have been fuzzy, but his voice was crystal clear. This was worse than the fights mommy and daddy got into. Daddy never made mommy throw up and he definitely didn’t laugh at her like that.
“You pathetic bitch,” Lex snarled at her. “You honestly thought I’d help you?”
“...why?”
“Why what? What am I doing this?”
Now the child was starting to fear what that answer was as Lex pulled out a knife.
“I want to watch you crash and burn like the cunt you are.”
The blade sunk into her side, forcing the mother to howl out in agony. And all Lex did was laugh. He repeatedly stabbed her, not caring for her well being until she slumped over to the ground, blood beginning to pool on the floor. It was then Lex stopped and slit his own hand, forcing the woman to drink his blood. Right before her eyes, the child watched her mother healed up as if nothing happened. And then he left her, walking out of the room to leave her for another hour of silence. She wept, she screamed, she did everything she humanly could do to let out her frustrations, rage, and fear.
And when Lex came back after an hour, he came with a sword in hand. Instead of beating her, he skewered the woman various times, forcing the blade through her chest and even down her throat at one point. Enough pain to almost kill her, but once more he forced his own blood into her mouth and forced her to heal. When he realized she was still alive, he simply left her again to her own devices.
Another hour gone and again he came back. It was the same processes repeated over and over. Each time he came in with a new toy to torture her with. Sometimes it was blades, one time it was a flaming hot poker that was shoved in various orifices, another time with medieval torture devices made especially for women - and those ones he left on her when he left. Each time he forced her to drinks his blood to heal her. After the fifth time, she tried fighting him, not wanting to be healed and simply wished to die, but he smacked her down to submission until she drank the vile substance.
There had been one point when the mother diligently searched the room for some sort of weapon. Anything. Not as a means to protect herself with, but in an attempt to kill herself. She had spent a course of three hours trying to pull out a nail with her raw, bloodied hands within the building in hopes to slit her wrists, but by then Lex was back.
And without a weapon, strangely enough. The woman eyed him, wondering what he would do this time around. The child was thinking the same thing. She had witnessed her mother on the drink of death several times, all of them cruel and horrifying means of torture. All she could do was weep tears for her mother while continuing to cough up blood that she eventually had to swallow.
But this time was different. Lex didn’t pull a knife out on the woman and instead gave her a sadistic smirk. She didn’t understand what was going on, but apparently her mother did. The girl watched her mother try and squirm away, only to be pinned to the wall as her clothing was ripped off. And then she had to sit there and watch this horrible man violate her mother. Sometimes his hand was kept clenched around her throat during the act, not letting her get so much as a whimper out, and then there were other where he released her throat and relished in the sound of her screaming and crying against him. Even though she wasn’t there, the girl was crying and screaming, too.
~*~*~*~*~
How long had it been since he raped her? A few hours? Maybe more? The girl didn’t know, except that he was overdue with another round of torture. She had passed out at one point, unable to stay awake any longer. When the child did wake up again, she looked to the television screen and realized her mother wasn’t there. She was too tired to frantically look around and try to inspect the area and thus sat in her own filth for what felt like forever.
The sound outside the door was oddly comforting, as if someone was walking up a flight of stairs. And someone was. As the door quietly opened, she spotted the blue-eyed man before her, holding the limp body of her mother. She tried squirming, trying saying something, but her efforts were to no avail. Lex grabbed another chair that had been hiding in the darkness and proceeded to bound and gag the woman the same way he had done with the girl. Her mother was passed out, her body worn and abused to the limits. When that was all done, he began undoing the ties to the little girl. She tried to fight against him, but the vampire’s strength easily outranked hers. Grabbing her tightly, Lex left the room with her, leaving the mother alone in front of the television.
He brought her downstairs in the pitch black house, down into a well lit room that looked similar to the one she had seen in the television screen. It reeked of blood. She never realized blood had such a distinct smell until that very moment. That scent was permanently burned into her memory. Throwing her to the ground, Lex ripped the duct tape away from her mouth and proceeded to watch the girl cough and puke up blood for a solid few minutes.
She wanted to scream. Oh, she desperately wanted to do nothing but that, but her throat was burning and on its last thread. She felt like any minute now she would pass out and finally die in peace.
“Your turn.”
His voice was worse than the smell filling the room as she looked up to eye the vampire standing there, just grinning with sheer pleasure. Her eyes lit up with horror, instantly shaking her head.
“Oh, don’t be shy. I won’t touch you like I did your mother,” he pointed out with a smile, bearing his fangs and all. “I have standards, girl.” Still, she tried to crawl away from him and Lex let her do that for the time being, rather amused by her attempts. “Come now, I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to help you.” She didn’t want to believe those words, but she stopped to look around and eye Lex. He still smiled, this time pulling out a knife from the folds of his coat. “First, I’m going to help you with that little cough of yours. Make sure you never do it again.”