Page 29 of The Midnight Order
“Has anyone else been in here? Any of the others?”
She shrugs. “I fell asleep for a while. I only woke again right before you came in.”
The splotch could be anything, and it’ll likely be gone in a couple of days, but it has me curious how it got there.
I don’t know why I’m so preoccupied with it.
“Well, try to get some rest.”
I stand and flick the lights back off.
“Can I use the restroom?” she calls through the dark room, and I swallow as I weigh the options of letting her loose.
The others just defecated on themselves, and we’d clean it up. Never have we treated one of them properly, but never has one of them asked for it, either.
“You’ll need to be quick, and it would be in your best interest not to try anything. I’m much quicker and stronger than you,” I tell her as I unbind each of her limbs.
“Vampires, right…” she murmurs as if she still doesn’t believe what we are for a second.
When I open the door to the bathroom in the hall for her, she ducks under my arm and takes off in a loud run, crashing through the hall and down the stairs loudly enough to wake the dead buried on the property.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I say as Jasper steps into the hall and eyes me as I sprint past.
Chapter 9
Silver
I run as fastas I can. As fast as I’ve ever run before. My heart feels as if it’s going to explode as my feet pound down a flight of carpeted stairs.
I don’t know if it’s wise to run from a vampire. All I know about them is they can’t stand sunlight, drink blood, and are fast.
Though I saw them in the woods behind my house in broad daylight, so maybe all the theories in books are wrong?
Once I realize he has given chase, I press even harder to reach the front door.
However, as soon as I open the door, another masked man is leaning against the stairs casually, picking at his fingernails as if bored.
I halt, my breathing sounding labored.
“Where ya’ going?” he asks, flicking his ethereally red eyes at me with a smirk.
“Please, let me go,” I beg.
He pushes his massive body off the railing and strides over toward me.
I would back up, but the open door behind me feels occupied now.
I know that the one I ran from, the one who took my blood, is directly behind me. I feel his presence as prey feels it’s being stalked.
“I’m the last one of us you should ask for freedom. Though you don’t know that yet, do you?”
He twirls some of my hair around his finger, and I close my eyes and whimper.
“You’re bleeding,” he says, inhaling deeply and exaggeratedly.
“She shouldn’t be,” the doctor says, moving around me to inspect my IV. “Fuck, she’s pulled it halfway out in her attempt to run.”
Attempt.
