Love at First Bite

The Second Bite

A few minutes later (I think, I have no clue really!)

Dear diary,

Things are much much worse. I looked in the mirror and screamed as soon as I took a look. The person in the mirror wasnt me! It wasn't Jane.

My skin was once tanned and freckled. It was now as pale as white paper and I looked like I had never seen sunlight in my life. It must be the stress of this situation. I'm sure anyone who has been kidnapped would be pale, yes yes yes! that must be it i'm sure. I'll be able to get a tan quickly when this is all over. I had taken a trip to the beach only recently with my friends to tan....

Oh my friends, my lovely friends! What will they think has happened to me. Will they even call the police? They have children and jobs and husbands and girlfriends- they don't have time for me!

I suppose maybe they will in time, oh lord I hope they do. If they notice i'm gone though what hope do the police have of finding me. How can they find me if I dont even know where I am!

I couldn't stop my mind from reeling out of control as I stared in the mirror. My skin wasn't the only change I could see. I looked at my once dry, dark hair. It was now so smooth and silky. It looked darker then it ever had before! 

I ran my fingers through the hairs and took a deep breath. Surely there was a simple explanation for this. Maybe that weirdo had put something nice in my hair- conditioner or something. I'm not sure why, at this point I think that man is capable of anything odd like that. 

Everything felt odd but explainable until I looked at my neck. I was right in my last entry, he did bite me! I could see the pin pricks in my neck. What sort of sick joke is this, what kind of weird fetish does this guy have!

No, surely it's not real- it must be some weird game. But my skin looks so different, my hair and worst of all my eyes. I'm sure they're no longer hazel, they're black as night. Sunken into my skull.

They could be contacts, lenses put in my eyes. Why? i'm not sure. Oh Diary i'm not sure of anything anymore. My heart is racing as i'm writing this. I dont even know why i'm writing this when it is what he told me to do.

I should do what he says though, I should play along to stay safe! This is all a game and i'm sure it'll be over soon.....

Oh Diary!

This has to be real. 

Oh diary, surely this isn't real. How can it be! Vampires aren't real, but that voice in my head sounded so real and..... I've got to look at my teeth. Okay, i'm going over to the mirror now.

Okay, Diary they are normal, my teeth are normal. This is all going to be fine. I can't believe I thought this was real. I mean the whole setting with this creepy room and the contact lenses they must have forced into my eyes is impressive. It still makes no sense to me. As I said earlier my kidnapper must be a kinky guy.

I've heard of vampire role play and consensual blood drinking before. I mean it's a bit niche but whatever floats your boat. But no! this isn't role play because I don't know what role i'm supposed to be playing- no one ever gave me my script.

Also there is zero consent going on in this situation. Maybe this is a cult. No, maybe not a cult. Oh Diary I have no idea, I wish I had paid more attention in school. Although they probably don't teach you about cults in school. 

I need to be calm. I havent got vampire teeth, this is just some weird game. Everything is going to be fine.

But wait, i'm getting to ahead of myself. I've still been kidnapped! What am I supposed to do. I have to escape this place before that weirdo makes me play any more of his strange vampire role play games. 

I'm looking around now but there's nothing. No escape in sight. I've tried the door and, as I said earlier, there are no windows! I don't even know why I bothered the door again, of course it's locked.

It's so warm in here as well, the fire continues to burn but I cant see anything to put it out. Although I wouldnt want to put it out because then i'd be plunged into darkness. That's the last thing I want right now.

I don't even know what I want right now. A clock maybe, time seems to have lost all it's meaning at the minute. I could have been here for days and have had no clue!

I barely remember it now- it feels a bit foggy but I swear he said I was his wife. That can't be true, I've never seen him before in my life!

But that voice in my head, the one he somehow put in my head sounded awfully like my memories of my mother. She died when I was so young though, surely he couldnt have a recording of her voice. I mean I don't believe in destiny and all that stuff but maybe it was her ghost telling me to go to him.

No! ghosts arent real. It must be a coincidence. She died when I was so young anyways so I can barely  remember her voice. He must have just played a recording of a woman. Some sort of weird science meant it felt like it was coming from my head......

I think i'm kidding myself diary. There are just too many coincidences going on here and too many signs of.....magical behavior.

And not magical in the good sense! This is all just a creepy and weird nightmare, but a nightmare that for me is reality.

Oh Diary, I really wonder what the time is, that terrible dark-haired man said he would be back this evening in his note. Oh gosh, I dont think I'm ready for what's in store. I'm going to look around the room for a weapon. Maybe when he comes in I can attack him and escape his captive!

Wish me luck Diary!