Comforting darkness. 

Peace of mind.

Those were the things that I had before I cracked my eyes open. Forcing my eye lids open even more, I suddenly became aware that I was layed out on three chairs sitting side-by-side which comprised my make-shift bed. I had been sleeping in a long, dark hallway of what looked to be a 1700's castle or manor- the occasional full body of armour every fifty feet included.

"What in the flying he-" 

A door right beside my head flew open, making me yelp in surprize. Nobody walked out of the door.

I peaked my head around the corner of the door to find another dark room, only it looked to be a study. A large wooden oak desk sat in front of boarded up windows with wall-to-wall bookcases on either side of the desk. Actually rather than a study, it looked more to be a well stocked personal library. But it was void of human life.

Turning back around to investigate the hallway further, a set of white fangs filled my vision. That time I screamed for real and backed up into the wall behind me. A ghostly pale man in a black turtle neck shirt and form-fitting black duster jacket smirked at me in an enfuriatingly handsome way. 

"I see you've just woken up," his deep voice lulled, turning his head in almost a mocking way. A piece of his golden blond hair fell into his eyes which somehow made him more alluring. 

I glared at him.

"Amazing detective skills, Sherlock. Was it the bags under my eyes or my messy hair that gave it away? And also, what the heck-" I pointed to the hall, "Is all of this? Where the heck am I?"

He laughed, making his fangs show even more.

"You're at my home. Welcome to Shivizgurhard Manor, located in the forgotten forests of Germany."

I blinked at him dumbfoundedly. I was working on a project in Switzerland for a high-profile magazine company just a day ago, and now I found myself in Germany with a perfect stranger that was a vampire,  nontheless. How on earth did I even get here in the first place?  

"Finnick," He started before I could even ask. "He sold you for donuts."

"What?" 

"Finnick Clancy, your co-worker and my blood dealer, sold you to me for a box of twelve dozen chocolate covered donuts."

"HOW is that even poss-"

"It is very possible. He was on one of those amusing human diets, and his wife was watching every transaction with his credit card to make sure he wouldn't spend it on unhealthy food- so take a wild guess on how he got the donuts."

My blood boiled and my eyes spasmed inside their sockets. No true human being would sell out their own kind to a blood sucker for a box of effing donuts. I ran my hands through my knotty black hair and screeched out of frustration, sitting back down on my make-shift bed of chairs. That pig would pay for his sugar cravings.

The vampire shifted, and in a blur I was sitting on his lap, staring at a pair of predatorial gunmetal gray eyes. I clenched my teeth as he dipped his head to kiss my neck.

"Quite the firebrand," he murmered against my skin. "I like them fiesty."

"Oh yeah? Then how about this  for fiesty-"

It was my turn to move quickly, getting up in a flash and kicking over the chair that he was sitting in. He went tumbling out of the seat and was positioned perfectly between the open door and the door frame. It was in that moment that I didn't regret the years of martial arts that helped me respond quickly.

 The only thing I saw was his eyes widening as I slammed the door on his face. 

And again. 

And again.

And then again.

I was opening the door to slam it on his face for the fourth time, but he put his arm on the door and stopped it in it's tracks. His eyes were glowing red and his fangs were bared at me as a trickle of blood dripped from his nose. 

Perhaps that wasn't the smartest idea I've ever had.

"That won't kill me, it'll only get me p-"

He let his arm down, so I slammed the door in his face again.

A roar nearly broke my eardrums and I found myself pinned against a wall in the hallway under a seething demon. My eyes watered. I mentally repremanded myself for going overboard with that last hit, cringing under the hellfirey gaze that the man offered me.

"You're lucky that I don't plan on killing you right here, right now in this god-forsaken moldy hallway."

He let me go, my knees giving out on me and spilling me awkwardly at the vampire's feet on the floor. My jaw trembled a little. I scolded it for showing weakness and bit down on my tongue as punishment, tasting blood in my mouth.

"This wing that we're standing in is your new living quarters. If you somehow getaway, I'll hunt you down, bring you back, and drain you to the point where you'll be so weak that you won't be able to follow through with any future plans of escape," he growled, his voice becoming fainter as he sauntered down the corridor with his coat billowing behind him. "And call me Master Gabriel." 

His shadow disappeared behind a door and a click echoed in the hall. I was now stuck inside this monster's house- a real Beauty and The Beast story. "Only I was sold for donuts," I whispered bitterly, slumping against the wall. What was I supposed to do now?

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