Revival

The bus came to a screeching halt in front of the student infested school. I snap out of my daze and swivel my head around to see everyone getting off the bus. I quickly grab my bag and bolt for the front of the bus. I get behind Ryan and hop off."Someone daydreaming on the bus?" He teases and I punch the back of his arm. "Hardy har har, no I wasn't," I admit and walk beside him while we enter the dreaded high-school."Sure seemed like it, anything interesting in your headspace?" He asked looking down at my 5'3 figure compared to his 5'9."Nothing..." I spit back at him followed with a grumble as I stuff my fists into the pockets of my hoodie. He emits an unsatisfied huff while he dismisses my answer and chooses not to press further which I gladly accepted with open arms.We both waltzed into the hallway filled to the brim with humans of our own age while I scoff at the sight of the not so fortunate "fresh-meat" who got her books tossed to the floor by t

"What's wrong?" Mr. Peters asks while I look at him frightened and shake my head looking back at my worksheet clutching onto my desk. He pats my shoulder and leaves me be. "Talk to me after class ok?" He adds from behind me and walks back to his desk while the class scribbles on their papers.I turn toward the glass once more to see if I could see the figure again but to no avail. I look at my worksheet and get back to work and choose to forget what I saw. I had to prepare my excuse for Mr. Peters at the end of class.I feel the comfort of Mr. Peters hand on my shoulder as he comes up from behind me. "Come to the hallway I want to talk to you." He says and I nod packing my things for when the bell rang and follow him to the hallway.I follow him through the doorway and close it behind me and turn to him. "What happened back there earlier? You looked so scared. What did you see why weren't you answering me?" He asked concerned and I look down embarrassed. "I thou

We pull up to the side of the house with a rapid fault that sends my body bolting forward just barely missing the headrest in front of me. Sebastian gets out of the car and walks to my door, opening it for me. I quickly step out of the car before he grabs my wrist and pulls me into the house without a word.The massive doors open before us then close the moment we were clear from the entrance. His grip around my wrist was hurting me and I wanted him to let go but from the look on his face, he wasn't going to let go any time soon."Stay here," He demands to leave me in the middle of the foyer. I didn't want to make him even more irritated so I stayed where I was, completely motionless.The mansion was absolutely gorgeous as I looked around. A color scheme of black and white with auburn-wood accents. The split staircase to the second floor directs to the left and right of the house, assigning different wings. I stood there in awe of the luxury of the house.

Closer and closer she stepped to me with a black dress with an opening that would expose my back in her hands. I had been able to stand up for a while now and Martha has been trying to get clothes on me for the past 15 minutes. With each step she took toward me I replaced with a step backward as the dress swayed back and forth taunting me."It's pretty and I'm sure it'll fit you perfectly miss." She offers and I hold my hands up to her to stop her from coming any closer."Please, I don't want to wear that. I don't want to see him. I just want to go home." I announce to her as she nods dropping her arms from in front of her. "So no food?" She asked a hint of disappointment in her voice as she spoke.I sigh and look at her lowering my hands as well. "I would like food but I would not like to be forced into that dress.""So be it. Master will not approve but I'm sure you can handle him." She teased as the impending danger loomed over my mind as I processed i

Martha takes me by the wrist and practically hauls me down to the basement or cellar as he called. I made a mental map in my head the route to the cellar from his office just in case I would be able to get out. I thought about it for a moment and realized he just made getting out of his house much harder. If I was going to be locked inside a cell then I would need to cut or pick my way out of it. Now if I was chained in a cell I would have to get out of the chains and the cell. I would preferably just be chained to a wall so it would be slightly easier but then again it would be easier to get out of a cell since I would be able to move without the chains restricting me.While I was lost in my thoughts, two other vampires pulled me into the middle of the cellar and latched wrist and ankle restraints to my limbs and bolted them to the ground. When the clank of the bolt being pegged into the cement is when I was pulled out of my worried accusations. I  widen my eyes when I