It's dark, like as in I can't see crap. I freaking hate not being able to see, I feel like I'm drowning in the blackness. I can't say sunlight is a huge improvement, skin cancer is hardly a step up from drowning. Jeez I have no idea where the hell I am. I sit up slowly and am met with a wall of hunger. I'm hardly surprised that I'm starving, I eat like a damn Sumo wrestler. But this is seriously an uncomfortable amount of hunger, it rips through me in waves and I clench my abs in response of my stomach's nagging. Good lord I need to eat something, and soon. I'm literally almost as confused as I was in math class. I try to make sense of the situation but I can't concentrate on anything but the unbearable hunger. I slide off of what I assume is a bed, it feels like one at least, and stand up on the wooden floor. I stealthily move around until I come in contact with a wall. I feel around until something cool and round touches my hand. I twist and hear the satisfying pop and a door springs open. The hall is bright against my eyes and I squint in discomfort. Loud music vibrates the walls and I hear people talking. My skull throbs with the loud noises and I feel irritation swim through my veins. Someone bumps into me and I come face to face with a girl in a purple dress stuck to her skin. Black makeup hides her eyes and her cleavage is in plain sight. She's hot as hell but I don't feel attracted to her at all and instead hiss at her in irritation. She jolts back in surprise and flattens her body against the wall in fear. I should feel bad for her but I don't feel any remorse for my actions. I narrow my eyes at her before continuing down the hallway. I swear that there is no end to this stupid corridor. My body is tired and hunger continues wrapping around it.
"You're awake my child," I hear a deep voice say from behind me. I roll my eyes and turn to find a large white haired man in black standing near the door I assume I came out of. The girl is gone from her place on the wall. I shift my eyes from the wall back to him. He's not old, on the contrary his face is smooth and white, his eyes are a vibrant green that I can somehow see from all the way over here. His sultry lips curl around large white fangs and his head is cocked to the side.
"You know, that was a great observation," I say sarcastically, standing to my full height. He rocks back on his heels and let's out a low chuckle. He takes a couple steps forward but I refuse to take a step back, knowing that that's what he wants. We're about the same height but I think he has more brawn.
"How do you feel?" He asks, ignoring my sarcasm. My eyes shift downwards and take in his clothing choice. Large black boots, black pants, a loose fitting black shirt with a belt full of knives. I look down and notice that I'm wearing the same exact thing. I raise a brow at the outfit but don't ask any questions about it, I probably look great in black.
"Hungry," I answer truthfully and he nods his head as if he was expecting the response. He walks ahead of me and motions for me to follow.
"I thought you would be after 2,000 years of sleep," he says this with a mater-of -fact tone even though I'm kinda freaking out. 2,000 YEARS?! FOR REAL MAN LIKE WHAT THE ACTUAL HECK?! THATS LIKE 2 CENTURIES RIGHT?! I do the mental math and I'm pretty sure it's 2 centuries. 2 CENTURIES?! I rub my hand over my eyes and mouth, trying to make sense of the situation I'm in but failing miserably. I feel sick, this is rediculous, how could I sleep for that long?! The better question is, how do I look this good when I'm already 2,000+ years. I don't actually know what I look like but I can assume that I'm not completely unfortunate looking. We keep walking down the hallway, making bends and curves as necessary. Eventually we reach a large pair of golden double doors that swing open upon the man's touch. Inside its dark but not pitch. The walls are painted a ruby red and portraits hang on them. A few people stand around in the room and the floor is made of mirrors. I'm surprised to see myself. I have shoulder length dark purple hair and a yellow eye as well as a purple one. My nose is small and narrow and my lips are full and curved. A dark tattoo sweeps across the left side of my face in a small swirling pattern from my temple to the corner of my mouth. I look like Halloween threw up on me but I just say a quick prayer of thanks that I'm not ugly. I'm not as muscled as the man next to me but I have a broad chest and arms.
"Bain, its nice to see you awake," a deep  voice purrs from the desk sitting at the end of the room. Bain...I guess that's my name. I mutter the name under my breath and raise a brow, it suits me. Two girls lean against it wearing next to nothing, their hair covering their boobs. A young man also sits infront of the desk with a leather collar strapped around his neck. His blond hair falls into his eyes and his mouth is opened.
"It's nice to be awake," I say lowly, dragging my eyes away from the blond boy. The man sitting infront of the desk notices me staring and raises an eyebrow.
"You can have him if you want," he tells me slowly, watching my reaction to his words. I let my eyes drift from the half-naked boy to the man. He has long black hair and a square face and jaw. His hands are clothed in leather gloves and sit folded on the hard wooded desk.
"Have him?" I repeat his words, almost testing them out in my mouth. I'm not sure how to feel about this to be honest.
"You're hungry aren't you?" He asks almost impatiently. I am but I don't know how this boy has anything to do with it. I raise a brow at the man and he kicks the boy forward. The blond tumbles and lands on his face, letting out a small whimper of pain. I rush forward and pick him up off the floor, shivering as his warm body touches mine. I push him into sitting positions and his wide blue eyes meet mine. Blood runs from his lip over his jaw and I feel my face getting closer without me controlling it. His eyes widen even more in fear and he tries to move backwards but the man's foot keeps him in place. My face gets closer and closer until my lips touch his jaw where the blood leaks to. My tongue slips out between parted lips and I lick the blood slowly. It tastes amazing and I feel the hunger intensify even more. I lunge without thinking and sink my fangs into his soft flesh. The blond boy whimpers in pain but I don't seem to process this. I suck the blood into my mouth greedily, feeling it fill the black hole in my stomach. It tastes better than anything I've ever eaten before. Like wow, who knew blood would be this satisfying? Not me!! Jeez I feel like a creep or.... A cannibal? I just push those moral thoughts out of my head, feeling the animal inside me grow larger and take control of my mind and body. I tip the boy's head back and move to the other side of his neck, feeling the rich liquid slip down my throat. I groan in pleasure and shut my eyes, just relaxing and sucking as if it was second nature (not that kind of sucking you pervs, I'm not into dudes......). I feel something hot and wet plunk into my hair and I realize that it's the boy's tears. Suddenly I realize what I'm doing. I'm drinking this boy's blood and I like it. I kick back with a yell, trying to distance myself from him as fast as possible. The boy reaches up and covers the wounds with his hand, his eyes dark and scared. The man at the desk pushes him forward again with his steel toed boot. The boy falls again to his side and sobs wrack his small body. I keep my distance and struggle to vomit up the blood that I just consumed but my stomach holds onto it like a drowning person to a life-preserver. I'm so disgusted and ashamed at myself right now. I just wish I could close my eyes but I can't. This is all just some nightmare I've concocted but even I don't believe that.
"You can drink more," the man offers and gestures towards the blond boy. I shake my head furiously but he just clucks his tongue.
"Who are you and what do you want with me?!" I scream at him, willing him to just vanish but he doesn't. He just gives me an unamused look and sighs.
"My name is Caspar Exho and I'm your father."