• Darren's breath flew into Cordelia's face. His breath was rank and smelled of old blood. She tried to avoid coughing but she lost, her coughs racked her body spreading painful waves across her body. Fear came after the pain because her coughs always came with a price, and if he was really angry he would bite her.
    Sure enough, Darren smiled as he lifted her head with two fingers on her chin. Her head lilted to the right, and Darren's cat-like fangs pierced her throat. The pain came along with Cordelia's cry of pain. In all of the vampire books she had ever read the pain lasted a minute followed by bliss, but her bites were different. Never in Cordelia's tortured life had her bites came with bliss. The pain grew until Darren's head lifted from her throat.
    The sight of her own blood dripping down someone's chin always gave her the chills.
    "That wasn't so bad, now was it?" Darren asked as he licked the blood away.
    Cordelia refused to speak.
    "Sweet heart, it wasn't so bad." he put a hand under her chin and Cordelia jerked her head away from his grasp.
    "I'm not you sweet heart." she spat in his face.
    "I really didn't want to do this today." Darren said sympathetically as he grabbed a box, and pulled out a syringe and some medication.
    "Please no!" she screamed and pressed her thin body to the brick wall she was chained to. "I didn't mean it!" this was a lie of course but the pain that came along with the medication, which was being put into the syringe, would put a grown man to his knees.
    "Oh, Cordelia, we both know you meant it, and now you have to face the punishment.
    Cordelia fought to keep her arms and neck away form him, but he simply grabbed her left arm, and injected the solution into her arm.
    It took a full thirty seconds for her screams to echo over the basement she was kept in. When she was bitten she wasn't able to move, but she had to move when injected with the solution and every movement made her wish for death.
    Cordelia's screams went on and on while Darren watched her pain as if it hurt him. Why would it hurt him? He was tortured her since the age of eleven and she was now almost fourteen.
    You would think that she could simply be used to the pain, but no one could ever get used to the pain that was brought from the medication injected into her system. The medication had to be digested into her body until the pain was officially gone.
    An hour later her screams were gone, and her breaths entered her body in ragged gasps.
    "I'm sorry. I had to. You have to learn discipline." Darren whispered to her, his voice hoarse.
    Cordelia almost laughed in fact she did. Her laugh didn't last very long, but it sounded like the air was being squeezed out of her lungs. "And you need to learn compassion." she snapped.
    "I have. I love you."
    He might as well have slapped her. "You........vile thing." she yelled. "you have tortured me for years now and you say you love me!?" Cordelia was revolted.
    "Yes i love you."
    "Do you know anything about me? No! You don't care. I'm your toy and your snack cupboard!"
    Darren recoiled from her but Cordelia went on.
    "I am nothing to you! My wishes don't mean anything!" she stopped to breathe.
    "You don't know anything about me either." he whispered and then his lips landed on hers.
    The kiss jolted through their bodies. Cordelia just waited it out while Darren tried to keep it up for as long as he could. When the kiss ended Cordelia was left gasping.
    "I do love you." Darren whispered as he disappeared.
    Over the next few days Darren didn't show up except for one vampire who gave her much needed food once a day.
    After a week Cordelia was getting curious. When the vampire came to give her her meal Cordelia was about to ask her question the vampire looked at her, and bit her throat.
    This was worse than what Darren gave her. The vampire's fangs just held on. He didn't cradle her so that she wouldn't fall and her flesh would tear like Darren had.
    Cordelia died thinking that Darren wouldn't care, and would just find a new girl to torture, but she was wrong.
    Little did Cordelia know that Darren would walk in a few minutes after her death, kill her killer, and cradle her to his chest until all of the warmth from her body was leached away by the cold.