Once Upon a Time in Hell

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Eric traced his tongue over the marks, taking notice she wasn't moving at all, not even a shiver. Leaning up, he saw her eyes staring at the ceiling, wide and almost dead-looking. She had lost so much color. Red hair lay in a curve over her collarbone in striking contrast with her alabaster skin.

"I warned you it wouldn't be pleasant. In a couple of days you can either bring someone else to step in for you, or we'll just continue like this. Next time you might not be able to handle it. Do you understand?"


"Yes.." Brieanne answered like a robot, her eyes not moving from the spot on the ceiling. She felt she had been staring at it forever. She moved slightly to the side when Eric pushed himself up from the bed, then she simply fell back in place. She felt paralyzed, tired and cold. The kind of cold that feels like tiny needles piercing your skin repeatedly. Her vision began blurring and she desperately tried to focus on the lines on the ceiling, but they all mixed into a mist of grey.


Eric stared at her for several seconds, having difficulties taking his eyes off her limp form. Pushing away his thoughts he sent her an annoyed glance, then left her. She had chosen to be in the situation she was in.


The door was shut harshly and in the next second everything turned dark and she was gone.

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A jolt woke her up, as if electric sparks had touched her skin. Her fists clutched the sheets as she drew in a sharp breath. At first she felt stiff, frozen in the position she was in, but once her eyes started frantically scanning her whereabouts her muscles seemed to respond. It was morning, she noticed, bright light seeping through the window blinds.

For a moment she wondered where the hell she was, but that small confusion soon vanished when it all came crashing down. Something that should have been a nightmare. Her hand reached up to touch her neck, immediately gasping at the friction her fingertips met. She closed her eyes, a hundred percent sure it was all real; the bite marks on her neck, now dry. Definitely not a nightmare. Her neck was very sore and it was painful just lifting her head up.

Standing on her legs the first thing she noticed was how hungry she was. She was sure the growls coming from her stomach could be heard from the floor under, if someone was there. She needed food, she needed liquid, something to get energy from and something to get the returning of black spots to vanish from her vision. Never had she felt more dizzy and weak. 

She was met with darkness when almost reaching the first floor, reluctantly finishing the stairs.

"You're awake.."

Her heart nearly stopped when hearing his low voice. Somehow she thought she could face him, but the reminder of what he had done made her think otherwise. What if he wanted more? He didn't care for anything else but him and his need for blood. She was an open banquet. When she was about to turn and go back up the stairs, he spoke again.

"I'm not going to bite you."

A lamp flickered on and she saw Eric straightening up from the couch where he had been lying. A chill ran down her spine when seeing how much better he looked now. Her blood was running through his veins, giving him a taint of color to his skin and giving intensity to his hazel eyes. 


Eric scrunched his face in dismay and his eyes turned skeptical when noticing what Brieanne was wearing.


Brieanne had on a pair of stone washed jeans she found in the closet in the room she slept in. They barely stayed on her hips and she had to pull them up often so they wouldn't slip down. It was either that or walk around naked. She also had on a black hoodie with a skull print that was much too big for her.

How sexy.
 
Another painful growl from her stomach and she tried to quiet it down with her arms, though it made it worse. She bit her lip and carefully walked toward the door to the kitchen. She hurried when almost reaching Eric, who was watching her still, and disappeared into the kitchen. Staying in a house with a vampire had made her into a nutcase. She fumbled for the switch on the wall and squinted her eyes slightly at the sudden bright light, compared to the cemetery lightening Eric seemed to be into.


Eric came sauntering in after a few minutes, finding Brieanne perched on a tall chair by the kitchen island eating the biggest sandwich he had ever seen. He grimaced slightly when she lost hold of it, then he rolled his eyes.


Nearly falling off the chair, but steadying herself in time, Brieanne quickly scooped up the little mess that fell on the floor instead of her plate and threw it in the garbage bin. Vampires should be equipped with sirens and lights so one could know where they were. Instead they're very sneaky and can be responsible for heart attacks. As lame as it naturally would be on a vampire, and incredibly inconvenient, She wanted a loud siren blaring off every time Eric was within ten feet from her. It would spook her less that way.

Was he going to follow her everywhere she went? If he let her out of the house on her own, he should be able to stay away from her inside the house too.

She tried to keep her focus on the remains of her sandwich, which she had neatly put together again, when Eric took a seat right next to her. Chewing, swallowing, chewing, swallowing.. The vampire made everything easy difficult. After two more bites she pushed the plate away with a sigh.

"How's your neck?" he questioned, standing right behind her.

Her eyes flickered to where he sat last time she checked and then over her shoulder, causing her to wince when it felt like she was tearing the wounds on her neck open when she moved.

"Be careful.." Eric reached for a paper towel and without delay pressed it against the marks after folding it, staining the paper with a dark red circle that increased in size quite fast. "Hold it for a second." He ordered, swapping the old paper towel with a new one, lifting her hand onto the piece of paper before letting go of her.

"Again, why do you bother?" she asked when he was done patching her up.

"Don't want you unable to go hunt tonight."

"What?!" Without thinking she turned her head to look at him, then yelped and grabbed her neck when the same painful sting occurred. Within a second his hand was on her arm and he pulled her off the chair into a standing position.

"Will you stop that?! It'll never heal.." He said, keeping his eyes on her neck as he gently pulled at a tape to take a look at the wounds.

"Then stop standing behind my back like that." He lifted his gaze to glare at her.

"You slept like forever," he continued, gently sealing the tape again. "I need you to bring someone in tonight. Same rules like last time."

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"Maybe you'll find something to wear in here.." Eric said, showing her a bedroom on the second floor. It was a very large bedroom with a huge double bed, a sofa and chairs, a table and a bar. Plus a widescreen built in the wall.

Brieanne entered it, slowly looking around the fancy golden interior. She pulled her pants up when it started slipping down again and went in the direction of the closet. It was filled with expensive clothes, from evening dresses to jog suits.

Eric reached over her to pick out a flimsy and long white dress before holding it at an arm's length to survey it.

"Perfect."

"Not even if you paid me." She took it from him as he grinned and put it carefully back before continuing her search.

"All right. You want boring clothes. I get it."

"I want normal clothes."

"Like I said, boring clothes," he muttered reaching for a long shirt on a hanger, then for a pair of dark jeans. Lastly he pulled out a wide belt in black and pushed everything into Brieanne's hands.

"There's your outfit."

"Wow.. that's actually not so bad.." she said, going through the clothes as she began walking for the door to exit the room. "It's quite an amazing house this, really.." she glanced at a big painting of flowers that hung above the bed, the black frame specked with gold spots making it look almost ancient.

"Then you should have seen my place." Eric said naturally, stopping when she turned toward him with a curious look on her face. His eyes lowered to the ground.

"And where would that be? Why are you here if you have your own place to stay?"

"Not that it's of any importance, but I just wanted to get away for a while. Away from home and away from the people I know. That's all.." He walked past her and into the hall and she felt he was avoiding her now. Obviously not fond of sharing details about his life.

Before he reached the stairs she couldn't help herself, she had to know. "That family.. did you.. did you kill them?"

He slowed his steps until he stood completely still by the stairs, slowly turning his head in her direction. "Sure." His lips curled into a small smile, then he was halfway down the stairs and soon out of sight.

Her heart missed a few beats right then, somehow thinking he would say no. Wishful thinking.

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It was the same as the first night; the terrible weather, the almost empty streets, the dirty leaves clogging every drain in sight. The difference was that she was positive she wasn't going back alone.

The first person she saw was a slender guy standing on the pavement with a cigarette in his hand, blowing a cloud of poison into the air before it drifted with the wind. She walked across the street and over to him, standing a few feet away on the pavement.

She felt ridiculous, only knowing of one thing to trick him with. Last time she tried she used sex and that worked perfectly. Nothing else could reason someone into following her through a godamned forest.

"So.. wanna go to my place?"

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"How far is it?" the man asked. They were halfway to the house and the man had started to get pretty clingy, running his hand down her back and to her butt for the third time.
 
"Only a few minutes until we're there." She removed his hand, trying not to seem too annoyed. Against her will she kissed his cheek and smiled, speeding up the walking pace. The man was in his thirties, had dark hair and was a few inches taller than her. She hated having him close, as he reeked of cigarettes and she wanted to cough all the time.

The road opened finally to the clearing where the house stood quietly and dark. Seemingly empty.

She opened the door to the house and motioned for him to get in.

"You should start locking your house, you never know if some psycho sneaks in while you're gone," he said before going inside.

"You never know.." She said with a sigh, closing the door behind her.

Before she could reach for the switch she felt a pair of lips on hers and was then pushed against the wall. She felt the buttons of her jacket give away and soon his hands were on her hips, slipping under her shirt. She squirmed and tried to push him away without success.

When he lowered his head to her neck she met face to face with Eric and she drew in a sharp breath of surprise when seeing him standing there. His eyes left her to look at the man and he didn't seem too pleased about him.

"Like that, huh?" the guy asked, thinking she had reacted to him.

When he lifted his head to look at her, a white cloth was abruptly pressed over his mouth and nose, making him pass out in just a couple of seconds.

"What.. what are you doing?"

Eric was about to drag the man with him. He ignored her and quickly went in the direction of the kitchen. She tried to follow him, but she didn't stand a chance and the door was shut harshly when she reached it.

"Eric you don't have to kill him!" she shouted with tears in her eyes, about to open the door when it swung open.

"Go to bed Brieanne, and stay the hell away tonight. You've done your job." And with that he shut the door again, blocking her out.

He didn't have to tell her twice, she was already on her way up the stairs, wiping away fresh tears and kicking off her boots. In the dark she lay, face buried in the pillow trying to forget what Eric was doing, but she could clearly see it in her mind.

In a couple of days there was going to be another dead body by his feet if he got what he wanted.