Chapter 11: Chapter Eleven

I opened my eyes to find that I could see nothing but pitch black, there was something over my face. I think it's a bag. I could move my head, but nothing else. Someone had tied me against a chair tightly, binding my hands behind me. I tensed up when I tried to move, but felt rough rope biting into my skin making it raw. I kept trying to get loose, but stopped when I felt warmth dripping down my fingers, blood. I tried to open my mouth to scream, but there was something in my mouth, holding my mouth open and refraining me from speaking. Is it a rag?

"Welcome back, Bast." A man said in my ear with a demonic chuckle as I felt hands making the way up my thigh. It was the same thing Damien had done earlier, but this man touching me made me feel dirty, and disgusting. The way he said my name sent chills up my spine, I knew immediately that this man was not human. Then the bag was taken off of my head, blinding me against the sudden lights surrounding me.

I looked around to find that I was in my bedroom, tied up next to my bed. There were a few men I'd never seen before, standing around me, and then my eyes locked onto a familiar female. Dana. She stood off to the side, near the door. She was wearing the same outfit as before, but with a scarf around her neck, covering the marks from when Damien had nearly killed her. She was looking at me with a smirk, she is going to enjoy what was about to happen to me.

The men surrounding me were big, not nearly as big as Damien, but still big enough to be terrifying as they surrounded me. Their eyes were all blood-red, looking down at me in a way that told me something I wish I didn't know. They were going to kill me, but they are going to take their time, and they are going to enjoy it.

"Hey, Bast. Remember me?" Dana said as she came closer and took the gag out of my mouth. She paused for a moment to allow me to speak, but when she realized I wasn't going to, she continued. "These are some friends of mine, I told them what Damien did to me, and they were more than happy to help me take my revenge."

"Damien did nothing but call you out for being a shameless slut." I said, trying hard to slow my heart rate down. I knew they could all hear it. The men surrounding me were clearly getting excited when they saw how scared I was.

She snarled as she slapped me, making my mouth fill with blood. "I'm going to enjoy watching what my friends are going to do to you, kitten." she said kitten in an obviously mocking tone, smiling brightly when she saw the blood dripping out of my mouth.

"I'm going to enjoy when Damien rips you in half, you ugly bitch." I said after spitting out the blood, then looked back up at her with a bloody smile. I knew something she didn't know.

"What are you talking about?" She shrieked, unable to contain her composure. She saw the smile on my face, and believed me. What human would possibly smile when being faced with a situation like this, unless they really knew something she didn't.

One of the men grabbed my face, and forced me to look up at him, his eyes baring down into mine. "What are you talking about, little human?" He spoke harshly, he was terrified. They were all terrified of what I knew that they didn't. The conclusion wasn't hard to come to, once I saw their reactions. Damien wasn't just important in the human world, he was important in the vampire world as well.

I started laughing, giggling so hard that the ropes began to cut into my skin again. But I still didn't stop laughing, despite the pain. I saw my parents, standing in the hallway, looking into my room at what was happening. They were looking right at me, but their faces were expressionless, even after seeing their only child bound and beaten. Dana turned and saw them, then pulled a roll of money out of her purse, and handed it to my father. My mother looked in once more, making eye-contact with me. Then she shut the door. This made me bust out laughing again, this time not from amusement, but laughter was the easiest response for me to have. "Do what you're going to do, I'm not telling you anything." I said once I stopped shaking from laughter.

One of the men ripped off the ropes holding me, and threw me down on the bed. "I can smell your virginity, little human. I can nearly taste it. If Damien really cared for you as much as my sister said, then he would have taken this from you, long ago." He said as he climbed on top of me, then licked the side of my face. Two of the other men held me down as the one on top of me tore off my shirt.

I tried to fight loose, but I already knew I wouldn't be able to, not with a vampire. I didn't have a chance with a human man, what hope did I really have against a vampire? Let alone three of them holding me down? I was a naturally small girl, and I always have been. I'm only 5'5 and I weighed less than 100lbs, I never stood a chance against anyone, but that never stopped me from trying. Damien always found that funny that I would try to fight him, both of us knowing I would hurt myself long before I could hurt him.

*'Damien, where are you? Have you not noticed yet?'* I thought as the man continued to undress me hungrily, his fangs showing.

The man leaned down, and brought his mouth to my neck. I could feel his fangs starting to break skin as he held me down by my throat. I was beginning to give up hope of Damien showing up, then the man was no longer on top of me.

"Close your eyes, kitten." Damien's voice whispered in my ear as I felt something covering my nearly naked form. I did as he asked and closed my eyes as the demonic screams suddenly surrounded me, but then I opened them. I wanted to see this. No, I needed to see this.

Damien was with another man, both were dressed in three-piece suits, but the other man was a little smaller than Damien with blonde hair. They were fighting my attackers, faster than my human eyes could track, but I saw enough to know Damien and his partner were winning. They continually slammed the men against the walls, punching and biting at them, until they were subdued, then they would either be stabbed in the heart, or have it torn out by Damien or his friend. For the man that was on top of me, about to drink my blood, Damien tore out his throat with his fangs, spraying everything in the room with his blood.

They saved Dana for last, leaving her drenched in the blood of her friends, cowering in a corner as Damien slowly stalked closer. He was drenched in the blood of the men he had killed, but he didn't seem to notice anything else at that time, other than Dana.

"Wait!" I cried out as I gathered the comforter and jumped off the bed. The second my feet hit the floor, they crumbled under me. I hadn't noticed before how weak my legs were. As I looked down I noticed they were covered in cuts, I'm guessing from the ropes they had bound me with.

Damien was immediately by my side, helping me up. "Bast, I cannot spare her for you, not this time. Not after what she has done." He said as he cast a glance at her, scowling.

"No." I whispered as I looked up into his red eyes. I waited for his eyes to return to their normal blue before I continued. "I don't want her spared." I whispered as I took the bloodied dagger out of his hand.

He didn't try to conceal the surprise in his eyes as I took the dagger from him. "Bast, what are you doing?" He asked as he watched me walk closer to Dana, holding the dagger so tightly my knuckles were white. He followed close behind me, curious as to what I was going to do, but didn't try to stop me. He knew better than that, he could tell from the look in my eyes that I needed to do this, just as I needed to see them kill those men.

I dropped in front of her. Partially, so I could look into her eyes, but also due to my legs giving out again. I looked into her blue eyes, trying hard to stop myself from shaking. She was looking back at me with a smirk, obviously thinking my shaking was due to fear. "And what do you think you're doing, little human? AGH!" She screamed as I shoved the dagger into her chest, directly into her terrible heart.