My Past Long Forgotten

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Chapter 13

I awoke with a pounding headache. I opened my eyes and looked around the room. It looked like I was in some kind of dungeon, the only light source was coming from a window sized hole in the wall, it didn’t let in much light though as there were bars across the opening in the wall restricting an escape. The walls were made of stone that was badly crumbling and it smelt like death in here.

I looked down at myself and noticed that I was still in the black bikini that I had on when I went swimming with Bastien. There were cuffs around my wrists and ankles, I tugged against them but they wouldn’t budge, and I realised after a moment that they were attached to the floor. There was a needle stuck in my arm and there was a long tube leading out of it to a bag of liquid. The liquid in the bag was running down the tube in to my arm at a steady rhythm.

Ugh, my head hurts. And what the fuck is that liquid leading in to my arm? Well whatever it is its making my mind all foggy. The door to the room I was in swung open and in walked Bastien. He closed the door behind him, walked towards where I was sat on the cold hard floor and crouched down so he was at eye level with me.

“Good morning Thea, I see your DNA is making quick work of that sedative. I shall have to increase the amount going in to your bloodstream, again. How are you working it off so quickly? You shouldn’t be able to do that. I gave you enough to knock out an elephant, but it wore off within an hour, hence me having to set this up so it would keep you under. But now your body is adjusting to that as well.” He said as he shook his head slightly. “I have only seen vampires able to recover so quickly.” He added with one eyebrow raised. When I didn’t answer he sighed, “How are you feeling?” He asked politely. I raised an eyebrow at him.

“You’re kidding right? You’ve chained me up in some grungy room that smells like death, drugged me and you have the nerve to ask how I am?” I shouted in his face. He stayed silent for a moment, surprised by my outburst. Why though I couldn’t fathom, I would like to see if his reaction would be any different if he was in the same predicament that I am now. “And what, no breakfast in bed?” I said sarcastically referring to his courtesy yesterday morning when he woke me up. He looked around the room and then back to me.

“I see no bed.” He said simply. I glared at him.

“Well it wasn’t exactly my choice to sleep on the floor.” I said. He shrugged.

“No bed, no breakfast. If you behave, you get a bed. If you don’t behave then you get no bed.” He said with no emotion in his voice. I couldn’t believe what he was saying. When had things changed? Where did my sweet, caring, gentle Bastien go? Did I seriously just say my Bastien? I think there is much evidence to the contrary. Exhibit A, the chains around my wrists and ankles! I glared at him but decided to change my line of questioning.

“What is going on Bastien?” I said slightly calmer. I looked in to his eyes and he did not answer. I sighed. “What were you in jail for?” I asked, remembering our previous conversation. There was a moment of silence and I was beginning to think he wasn’t going to reply.

“Rogue supernaturals murdered my parents.” He said quietly to me and I could guess where this was going.

“And you went after them?” I asked.

“Yes, I hunted down and killed every one of them.” He stated but didn’t continue.

“So they put you in jail for killing your parent’s murderers? I’m sure if you explained the situation then they wouldn’t have-“ I began but he cut me off.

“I did.” He all but growled at me. “But the rogues were clever; they covered their tracks so well that there was no evidence to suggest they had killed my parents. They also planted evidence as well, evidence that pointed directly to me.” He said.

“They framed you for your parent’s murder?” I asked shocked. He nodded.

“I was then put in jail for the murder of my parents and for the murder of the rogues.” He said. There was another moment of silence and it was beginning to get awkward.

“You said Mr Jackson got you out of jail?” I asked.

“Yes, I did say that.”

“Care to elaborate?” I asked.

“No.” He said sharply. “I have said enough.” He added. He reached over to the bag of liquid and filled it up, he fiddled with some buttons on the machine that I hadn’t noticed before and the liquid going in to my arm doubled in speed.

“Don’t you dare-“ I began but I could already feel the haze going over my eyes.

“Sleep tight beautiful.” Was the last thing I heard before the darkness once again, took me under.

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