Leaving Her
by Salix
Captive
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"Wakey, wakey little girl. It's time to get up," Emily heard and she felt someone lightly tapping her cheek. She groaned, very groggily and tried to move away from the hand that was touching her but she couldn't. Her first reaction was to jump back but she couldn't move. She tried not to panic and she slowly opened her eyes. Her vision was very blurry and unfocused, and one of the first things she realized was the throbbing pain coming from the top of her head.
"That's it, don't wanna sleep too much now. It's not good for your little growing body." She blinked her eyes a couple of times to try and get the fuzz out, but it wasn't working very well. So she closed her eyes again and focused more on her body, and what was wrong with it. She felt that her hands were tied above her head with a chain, maybe handcuffs, she wasn't sure. Her ankles were tied down as well with the same thing, and when she realized that her legs were spread apart she felt like she was going to freak out.
"Now, now, no need to panic, luv. No one's going to hurt you. Although I gotta say, this is an interesting little mark you have here," he said and then brushed his fingertips over the scar on her leg, the scar left from the vampire bites. The vampire bite that had been placed very, very high up on her inner thigh. She tried to struggle, to get him to stop touching her but it was no use. He laughed at her efforts and then stood up and walked off. She felt relieved that he was gone, at least for the moment, but she was still freaking out. She opened her eyes again and they were more focused and she could actually make out some of her surroundings. She was in a small room, like a basement or something, tied down to bed. Her jeans had been removed, long with her top, but her panties and bra were still on, thank God, or she might have hurt herself in a huge panic.
She wondered where she was, who was holding her captive, and where her parents were. She had taken off, for all they know she's just wondering around or at a party. Just like she used to do back in Sunnydale. She silently cursed her old habits, and as her eyes adjusted to the darkness and as the rest of her senses started to come alive, she could feel that it pretty cold, but that could also be because of the lack of clothes, and she could smell cigarette smoke.
She could see some crates over in one corner of the room, a table with some stuff on it in the other. What was on top of the table she couldn't tell, but they did look shiny, their surfaces reflecting off of the little table lamp that was on the table as well and turned on, but the light bulb was old and dim. She thought it was creepy and the light only added to the spookiness of this place. She wanted out here, she wanted to be back at home, passed out in her bed, wrapped up in her moms' arms. She wanted them to hold her and tell her that everything was going to be ok, just like they used to do when she was little after she had a nightmare.
She saw the man, he was tall, wearing all black, and he had blonde hair. His back was facing her so she didn't get a look at his face. She watched as he walked over to the table and looked down at the items. She watched as he reached down and picked some of them up. She couldn't tell what they were, his body blocked her view, but she had a couple of guesses. Fear started to rise inside of her as he slowly turned around. He was in his vamp face, and he had an evil grin as he held a hunting knife in his hand. He grabbed onto the back of a chair from the side of the room that she couldn't see and he started to walk towards her. She thought about begging, thought about pleading and offering him anything as long as he wouldn't hurt her, but she refused. If he was going to hurt her, going to torture her and possibly even kill her then she would die with dignity.
"Now, let's see if we can't get you to talk," he said as he slid the chair next to the bed and sat down. She gulped with fear, she could feel her body start to become covered in sweat. She was shaking and she couldn't stop. She wanted to scream, wanted to run, wanted to beg, but she just laid there, trying to act as if none of this was a big deal. He saw right through her though, and he knew that she was afraid, he could smell. "No use pretending, I know you're afraid. Now, you know some stuff that I want to know, and you're going to tell me. And if you don't...well, I have my ways of making a girl scream." Her eyes widened and she looked away. She wouldn't talk no matter what he did to her, but she wasn't going to watch as he hurt her.
She heard him get up and he walked back over to the table. She kept her eyes closed and faced away from him. As tempted as she was to watch his every move she refused to do it. She wasn't going to watch him, wasn't going to make it worst by watching what he does to her. As long as she doesn't look then she can imagine that she's somewhere else right now. Instead of being in this little basement, tied to a bed, she's a Nikki's house, and they're lying on her bed, watching T.V. waiting for nine o' clock to roll around so they can sneak out and go to a house party.
But she betrayed herself and looked when she felt him doing something to her wrists. She felt the snap of the cuff being released and she could move her arm. She watched as the vampire leaned over her so he could release her other arm. As soon as he was sitting in the chair again she sat up. She wanted her feet freed as well but he wouldn't do it. She looked over at him, questioningly and he just smiled back.
"Thought I'd make you a little more comfortable. Been tied down before myself, didn't care for it much. Food?" he asked and he moved the chair to the foot do the bed and pulled a bag of Cheetos (poofy not crunchy) out from under the bed, and opened it and then handed it to her and sat back down. She wasn't sure if she should eat them or not. He could have poisoned them or something. But he had just opened them, hard to poison something when it's still closed. And her stomach was howling out for food, so she gave in and started to eat, slowly, keeping an eye on him. She noticed that he was using the big hunting knife to pick dirt out from under his fingernails.
"So you untied my hands, any chance of you tying my legs so they're not spread open like this?" she asked and pop another chip into her mouth. She looked into his blue eyes and he kind of laughed. He shook his head from side to side and continued to pick the dirt out with the knife, only adding a little more pep to it. She wondered what was so damn funny but she didn't say anything, she just waited for him to explain. She got the feeling that this one was a talker.
"Sorry luv, can't do that. See if I move your legs now then later you'll be askin me to untie them. Besides, I kinda like the view," he said and smirked as he placed down to her private area. She felt exposed and wanted to cover up but the bed didn't have a blanket. He looked back up at her face, and he noticed her nervousness. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna force myself on ya or anything like that. Rape is for wankers who can't get any without stealing it."
She silently agreed with him, but she still felt weird by the way he was looking at her. With this animal lust or something. He kept eyeing the scar on her thigh and she just waited for him to say something. She finally looked down at it too. The two little white dots stuck out like a sore thumb on her tan skin. She can still remember every single time when that vamp would reopen those holes by sinking his teeth into her. The first was the best in her mind, at least at the time it felt like it, now just thinking about how it had felt to have him inside of her like that, feeding off of her, it made her feel a little sick to her stomach and she handed the vampire back the bag and he set it on the ground.
"So, why did you let it bite you, pet?" he asked and she had to fight not to roll her eyes at all of his little nicknames for her. She didn't want to answer him, she didn't want to look at him anymore. She couldn't turn around because her feet were currently cuffed to the metal bedposts, so she just laid back down. The bed wasn't uncomfortable, and she was glad that the pillow was nice and fluffy, she just hates flat pillows.
She sighed and she thought about her parents again. She wondered if they were looking for her, how worried they were, if they were fighting or not. She also wondered if they were using either their magic or slayer abilities to find her. She knew that they had given that up after the whole resurrection of Sunnydale. They wanted to live normal lives and practicing magic and slaying almost every night does not qualify as normal. But then again, she doesn't really qualify as normal either. She shook her head, clearing it of all thoughts as she stared up at the ceiling, wishing she were home and wrapped up in the arms of her mothers.
"Now, stop with the deep thinking, just watching you do it is giving me a headache," she heard the vampire say and she rolled her eyes. She sat back up, and couldn't believe how comfortable she was here. If it weren't for the whole 'only in a red thong, and matching bra and tied to a bedpost' thing she wouldn't mind being down here with him. He seemed nice enough, although she knew not to completely trust him. Vampires are like wild animals, you may think that they're tame just because they're letting you get close but as soon as you drop your guard they'll strike.
"You said that you wanted to know some stuff, well what is it? What did you kidnap me for? What could you possibly want with me? I'm just a teenager, I go to school, I hang out with friends, and I go to sleep at night. Not much else to me," she said sarcastically and then she watched as his blue eyes flicked down to look at the bite mark and then he looked back into her eyes.
"And you let vampires feed from you. How many did you let touch you, huh pet? Those scars look a little big for just being bit once. You kept going back, didn't you? Let them have their filthy ways with you. How did you get them to stop? What kept them from consuming all of you? Every last delightful drop?" he asked and subconsciously licked his lips. She shivered at the sight and the way his voice had taken on this far away, distracted sound, like he was imagining feeding off of her while he spoke. She thought about being quiet, but odds are her mom is going to find her and kill him, so she might as well get some of the guilt off of her chest. It's easier to tell someone all of your deepest darkest secrets when you know they're going to just be turned into a pile of dust anyway.
"It was only one vampire. And it was more then once. Six or seven times, I think. I'm not so sure anymore," she said and looked down at her hands. It was a lot harder to talk about then she thought it was going to be, even to someone with a death sentence. She shook her head to try and clear it of the bad thoughts. To try and get the imagine of the vampire getting into game face and then biting down on her very upper thigh. Any higher and should would have a scar where there should never be any scars.
"Tell me pet, your mum, how's she doin nowadays?" he asked and that threw Emily a little. She was surprised, but then again not really. Apparently her blonde mom was like the best slayer in the world or something. Or at the oldest one, and she's saved the world more then any other slayer, and she's killed more vampires and demons, so she's just the most famous. Emily thought she had heard something about a book deal but she shrugged it off she was too little at the time to be able to remember now.
"They're doing fine. How do you know my mom?" she asked and tried to stretch her legs, but that only caused her more pain and she had to bite down on her tongue not to wince. She looked over at him and watched as he lit a cigarette and took a long drag. She had to fight like hell not to inhale deeply. It's been so long since she's had a cigarette, and just watching him smoke one was going to drive her insane. This was some kind of torture method or something, she just knew he was doing it on purpose.
"Oh your mum and I are old friends, go way back. Both her and the witch," he said the last part with disgust and he quickly inhaled and then exhaled. For a split second she thought that this might be Angel. He was a vampire, and he obviously used to have a thing for her mom, and he hated Willow who was the one who her mom chose over Angel. She thought that it made sense, he could still be holding a grudge and want to use her as bait for something like that, but then she remembered that Willow had described him a little differently. Angel was supposed to have brown eyes, and brown hair, this guy had blue eyes and bleached blonde hair.
"Let me guess, you loved my mom but she's with my other mom so she didn't even give you a chance, did I get any of that wrong?" she asked and watched as he chuckled and then shook his head. He leaned back into the chair and took the last drag of his cigarette before tossing the butt across the room.
"Something like that, yeah. She was always throwing it back in my face. She could have killed him hundreds of times but she never did. No, she wanted to torture me. Taught me with what I could never have. She should have been mine. I could've turned her, made the best vampire in history, but she chose Red. And the worst part of it is, they got you. I'll never have a kid of my own, being a vamp an all, and I don't want to turn one because then I can't watch it grow up, and I was satisfied that she would never do the same, but then you came along," he said angrily and threw the chair up against the wall. It broke into several pieces and wood went flying in all directions. The vampire laughed and then shook his head a little, and then started to walk up closer to Emily.
"I'm feeling a bit peckish, luv. Think you can help me out with that?" he asked and then sifted into game face. He sat down on the bed next to her and she tried to move away, but she was trapped. She tried hitting him, pushing him away, but it was useless. He grabbed onto her wrists and forced her arms down to her sides. He used one hand to grab onto a big chunk of her hair and pull her head to the side exposing the left side of her neck. He smiled and then licked his lips before sinking his teeth into the soft, warm flesh of the whimpering girl.