Over the course of the next few weeks, I was subjected to more nightly visits from Asshole and his brother, but I never did meet Marcus. For a while it was only Asshole who fed from me, taking his sweet time to make sure I felt every single bit of pain while doing so, but soon after his brother joined in. I had expected he would but I didn't expect him to be so kind about it.

His hot lips pulled way from my neck, stained with crimson and a dull pain was left that echoed throughout my limbs. Still I tried to resist them during the feedings, but after a while I came to learn that I would only gain more injuries if I continued to fight. Eventually I just let them feed to get it over with, but I sure as hell was still determined to get out of here, even if that meant being nice for a while. 

"If you going to keep feeding from me, you can at least tell me your name." I muttered, covering my bleeding neck.

He studied me for a further moment. "Aiden. What's yours?" He asks.

"A secret.... that will cost you something." I said boldly, though I was a bit nervous at the same time. I just hoped he didn't sense that. 

He raised an amused eyebrow. "And what would that be? I cannot grant you your freedom, you know." He says firmly. 

"Well who can?" I scowl. 

"Marcus, he is the head of the house." He replies calmly.

"Well... can you at least take me upstairs? I hate being down here. I haven't seen the sun in weeks! I don't think thats healthy." 

He shifted uncomfortably. "I... might be able to let you up there for a while, granted that you don't try to flee or do something stupid."

I roll my eyes and cross my arms.  "I think I can handle myself." I huff. I hated when people treated me like a child. I'm seveteen for Christ sakes! 

"So when can I go up there?" I ask impatinely after a few minutes of awkward silence.

"Give me a day so I can... organise a few things." He replies then begins to head towards the door.

I stared at him for another long moment. I really coulnd't stand being down here for another moment longer but I doubted that anything else I did or said would change anything. That and the way he said 'organise' sounded suspicious. Perhaps he had more than just the average skeletons in the closet, maybe they were all out on display. I shuddered at the thought and froze as he paused just before leaving.

"Oh and here." He murmurs, throwing me a small vile of scarlet liquid. 

I caught it easily and studied it for a moment before looking back up at him. 

"You know, just in case you don't want to bleed to death." He smirks and finally leaves me to my solitary dungeon.

I sighed and sat down on my bed, looking at the vile in my left hand and feeling the sickly blood that covered my right hand. At this moment I had a choice. True freedom from this world or I could keep fighting for my survival. For a second I was tempted to throw the vile away and be done with my pathetic existence as this vampire family's blood bag but at the same time I was afraid to slip away into nothing, into the unkown. 

I debated with myself for what seemed like forever until my vision started to become a little blurry and I finally decided to continue on fighting. I drank the thick fluid and threw the empty vile across the floor, listening to it clinking across the floor, then plunging once again into silence.

I think the most aweful thing that I have experienced down here is the silence. The deafening silence was enough to drive one insane. The first three days were torturous. My cries and screams were not answered, ghost noises echoed through my ears; playing tricks on me and at times I found myself babbling uselessly into the darkness. The dark itself did not scare me so much anymore, so much so that I welcomed it and whatever was hiding in the shadows. Hell, I even imagined that someone was sitting there after all, listening to my insanity slowly breaking what was left of my clear-minded thinking.

Now it was only a matter of waiting one more day until I'd be able to see for myself what loomed upstairs.