This shit sucks too goddam bitch

Sam:

No matter how fast I thought I was running, it wasn't quick enough. The cream colored walls seemed to pull me into an endless maze of endless halls that seemed impossible to escape. There was no way I was imagining this. No, that bastard was slowing me down somehow. Is that even possible for their kind?

This bond.

It had to be.

It was seeping into my very bones, fighting against my joints and muscles. Telling me to stay, to surrender, and that it would feel so much better if I did.

No more responsibility from the world around me, no more famine, no more ferocious beasts.

Since the moment I saw the marking I knew my life was over - trapped at his every whim. Xanthe would know soon, I knew he would. There was something inside me that told me it was pointless, but I kept on pushing. For my brother. He deserved this - to be free from this chaos. It might be too late for me, being tied to this monster for the rest of my life. But not Sketch, he was our hope for everything.

"You know you can't outrun me. So why even try?"his deep voice seemed to coat every inch of skin on my body, trapping me in with his soft words.

I shook my head, stay focused. My body whipped around on its own feeling the light breeze brush my ear as if he were right behind me.

But there was nothing.

"You're really hurting my feelings, Sam." The voice was directly behind me and when I whipped around to face him a thick hand reached out and grabbed me by the neck, slamming me up against the floral designs of the castle walls. "You may think you hate me, but I'd wager it's just the opposite. You want this, Sam. A life without responsibility, protecting, worry. I know you do."

Instinctively, I moved to hold onto his suffocating hand as my eyes focused on his raging form. The mistchmatched eyes that were always playful were hard and way less vibrant than the ones I had grown accustomed to.

"F-Fuck you..." I reached down to grip the danger in my waistband but he didn't even flinch.

The corner of his mouth pulled up into smile that never reached his eyes. His body moved slightly back to accommodate the blade, as if he was wanting me to drive it through his heart.

A hot feeling bubbled in my throat and then plummeted into my stomach like a sinking anchor as I realized the blade would not move any further. Stuck, hovering the blade merely inches from his heart - as if some sort of invisible shield prevented it.

"Your body needs mine. It wouldn't do anything to harm me." he whispered, grabbing the blade from mine with little effort. I watched in horror as he merely tossed it to the side. The clatter of the metal had me freeze in my spot, petrified of what would happen next.

I couldn't move then, I just stared into his eyes. He leaned down and sweetly pressed his lips against mine. The feeling was so warm and comforting. His fingers tilted my chin upward, as his lips slowly dotted down it. His mouth stopped just at the artery of my neck, pressing his lips firming against it before speaking.

"I've been dreaming of turning you since the day I mated you." I froze, pushing at his chest.

No way in hell would I become a beast like him. I thrashed around, desperately trying to fight him off. I didn't want to be a vampire, a creature that murdered my entire family.

"Y-you can't!"

"You want to know how to turn someone? Well it's simple, really. First, I would inject my venom into your neck, slowly paralyzingly the muscles of your heart. Like this."

When his sharp teeth punctured my neck I nearly doubled over from the pain. It was nothing like before, it was excruciating. Like someone was injecting me with kerosine and then lit the match. My scream echoed pointlessly off the walls, doing my best to fight him off. Then his touch turned warm and I leaned into it, hoping to relieve any kind of relief. My body went into a series of shock, as Xanthe hand slipped into mine.

My chest felt like it was being filled with cement, and the air around me was painfully labored. I couldn't move and I could barley stay awake. He forced his blood into my mouth without any resistance as I realized my fate. Whimpering, I held onto his body tight as the painful shocks had started.

"Then, I were to give you some vampire blood. It would slowly mix with the venom in your heart, killing you. However it much easier for me to do it, otherwise it'll be a long painful experience." he whispered.

I looked at him in absolute terror. Was he actually going to do this and make me a monster like him? I was nothing to him, a human that he could kill any time he wanted.

"Doing this would keep you safe and better yet, keep you by my side for all eternity. After this, your body will literally crave mine and your chances of 'killing' me will be impossible. This way no one can touch you,"

His words made me shudder, being with him for eternity?

I watched with wide tearful eyes, as he crawled back on top of me. This would be the end for me, I couldn't fight. It was useless and no matter how much I said I didn't want this, a part of me wanted it even more.

I couldn't live my life as a human anymore, I couldn't go back to the clearing and live a now impossible life. I couldn't see Riley or Gracie again without them looking at me like some sort of beast.

I couldn't even look at myself without feeling disgusted. I would become a animal, because of him. Because he thought that living for eternity was the best option. But it wasn't, I was terrified if this. Of feasting on a poor helpless human. People would look at me and find me repulsive, this would be it.

Even Sketch would look at me disgusted, he would hate me after this. I would be something that killed my family, took over the world. Destroyed lives, made the human race into cattle.

I would be a monster.

His fingers played with my hair as I felt my body start to fade. I was going to be no longer human, I wouldn't age. I wouldn't grow, I would never look at a human the same way.

He wiped my tears but it didn't matter, he couldn't stop me from crying. He was the one doing this, taking my freedom from me.

Is this where he would kill me? I wonder how he'll do it, how he will turn me into one of them.

Would he at least let me see Sketch one last time? I didn't want my brother to see me as a monster, I couldn't bare with the expression on his face.

Probably not, since this castle was under attack and none of them were to be found.

He placed his hands on either side of me, kissing me softly once more. It's not like I could fight, but the affection comforted me. Just a little bit.

"I love you," he whispered, but I was too focused on his hands moving to my throat.

In the next second the shifting of his hands immediately twisted my neck, breaking it in the split of a second. The pain that crashed down was immense but just as quickly faded - casting me in darkness. .

But the problem was before I died I thought I heard my brother scream.

That was probably the worst of it. I had no idea if I imagined it, or even if my brother was there. I just hope to god he wasn't, and I was just hearing crap before I met my end.

It didn't really feel like death, but I wouldn't really know since I haven't died before. It just felt like being trapped into a dark room with no way out.

Like I was trapped inside a box that never ended. I felt like if I walked straight, I would never stop walking.

I could hear echoes of voices but nothing was clear. Everything was dark and lonely, as if I was stuck in my own personal world.

"No! Sammy! Don't touch him you filthy demon!"

I turned around at the sound of Sketch's voice echoing through the dark space but nothing was there.

Just the dead sounding echo.

I wanted to get out of this place and just be able to see something other than darkness. It was like I was lost and couldn't find a way out.

"Please...."

I pushed forward, trying to find an exit but it wasn't getting any lighter. Was I even moving or am I staying in the same place?

Nothing is changing, it's the same.

"Sam...turn around."

Xanthe was behind me in the dark space, smiling and holding out his hand to me. I looked at his hand wearily, would this be my only way out? If it was, I had to go with it, I hated being stuck here.

As soon as I grabbed his hand I had woken up straight in the bed. The room around me shifted into view as colors flew off the walls, and sounds seemed to bounce around in my skull.

My thoughts were consumed with one thing, tempted to the point my body ached at just the thought of obtaining it.

Blood.