Her Monster (A Lesbian Vampire Novel)

What are you?

“Argh” I groan, ah my head is throbbing, it is worse than any hangover I’ve ever had. Why does my neck hurt so much? I must’ve slept weird. I reach up to massage my neck only to find a bandage and just like that last night flashes through my head.

“Omg, what did she do to me?” I question as she comes rushing into the room noticing my distress as I feel the beginning of a panic attack.

“Calm down baby girl. I just took some blood.”

“You’re crazy” I yell before jumping out of bed, only to collapse from dizziness.

“If you keep this up you will hurt yourself. I need you to calm down and listen to me,” she says helping me up.

“Never! You bloody kidnapped me” I growl trying to remove her hand from my arm but it just tightens. “Please let me go” I plead while she drags me back towards the bed.

My head is spinning, at the possibility that she is a- nope not going to say it. She can’t be they don’t exist, they can’t.

“That will not be happening. You will settle down and behave” she growls causing me to look up at her, I freeze at the sight of her red eyes.

Then explain her red eyes, no humans’ eyes can do that. Maybe they are contacts yes contacts? They have to be.

“Please tell me what you want with me” I plead while curling up into a ball on the bed.

“Everything, as you are mine”

“What does that even mean?” I growl getting annoyed.

“You will find out in time”

“No!” I scream, losing my cool. “I will not wait; you will tell me, right this second!”  I scream at her, trying to get her to understand that I am losing my mind not knowing.

She doesn’t answer me, she just sits there holding me down. The feeling of helplessness hits me, causing me to break down and just cry, losing all strength. I just keep repeating why, between sobs.

After a while, she pulls me onto her lap and just lets me cry while stroking my hair.

As I lose consciousness, I swear I hear her say, “I am too scared to share the truth.”

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When I wake back up the room is empty and I am alone. I get out of bed, onto my shaky legs. I slowly make my way to one of the three doors, only to find a walk-in closet. I check out the clothes and find out they are all my size.

“I don’t have the mind power to deal with all this” I mumble to myself while backing out of the room. The next door must be the exit because it is locked. I bang on it a couple of times out of frustration, before making it to door number 3. A bathroom this time.

I use my time in the shower to process everything. I’ve always loved having showers, they are very relaxing and soothing.

I try to make sense of all of this but come to the conclusion that it all is useless. I won’t know exactly why this is happening till I know the truth and only Isabelle can share it.

I feel oddly calm for some reason, I know I should be scared and panicking. Maybe it is my past and what I have already experienced that allows me to have a clear mind? I don’t know but I know I will fight for my freedom.

The bathroom has every toiletry that I would ever need. Before brushing my teeth and hair. I slowly peel off the bandage to find… nothing. What the hell I know I was bleeding, their last night. How the hell is there no wound? Maybe it was a dream? No, it wasn’t she admitted to taking some blood. No, No, please don’t be what I think she is. No!

I try to distract myself by finishing up, “s**t” I mutter, I forgot to grab some clothes to get changed into and my old clothes are strangely missing from where I dumped them.

“Where the hell did, they go?” I ask out loud to no one in particular.

As I leave the bathroom my question is answered. Perched on the couch in the seating area in all her glory, is Isabelle.

“Drop your towel.” She says

“Hell, no b***h” I growl, tightening my hold on the towel.

“You have till the count of three to comply with my order.” She calmly states, I quickly retreat back into the bathroom, closing the door and reach for the lock only to discover there isn’t one. Just my luck.

“Come back out here or your punishment will be worse, two” she warns, my nerves grow but I remember what my mum taught me growing up, always stand up to bullies and that is what she is doing, she is bulling me into submission and I going to fight her.

“I will come out and drop my towel if you tell me the truth, the whole truth” I counter back

“This isn’t a negotiation little girl. One” she almost growls out.

Obviously, she isn’t going to compromise, and I don’t want to receive the raw end of the deal and the alternative is most likely worse. Either way, she will win because she can overpower me and pull the towel off me anyway, at least if I listen, I won’t be punished.

I quickly open the door and exit to return to my previous spot in the bedroom before dropping the towel and attempting to cover my private parts.

“Arms by your sides” she orders, there is something different about her she is being very cold towards me and even when she was angry with me in the café, she didn’t act this way. I slowly comply with her orders feeling useless.

“I want you to understand, that you have no control here. Everything you do, you do with permission. My permission. Is that understood?” she asks like what she just said was the most normal thing every.

“No, I do not understand. I don’t understand any of this. You owe me an explanation.” I try to reason

“Why does it matter?”

“Please, please” I sob out. Through my tears, I see her body language change, from cold to soft. I think I am getting through to her.

“I picked out your clothes for today, you may get dressed and then we will talk further,” she says, I quickly rush to the clothes, fumbling around with them while putting them on as quick as possible, my heart is running a thousand miles an hour.  

“Come sit down here and we will talk,” she says pointing to the spot next to her on the couch. I sit as far away from her as the couch allows before pulling my legs up to my chest and hugging them.

“What I tell you isn’t going to change, this. After you will still be kept here under my supervision and will have to abide by your rules. If you promise me to abide by the rules and me then I will tell you’re the truth.”

“Yes! Yes, I promise”

“Do you remember your rules from yesterday?”

“Some but not all, why?” I ask faking confusion because I already remember the rule and I do not want to say it. It is weird and wrong.

“Because there is a rule on how to address me. Do you recall this one?” she asks but I just hid my face in my knees.

“Repeat your promise with the required word and we will begin” She instructs.

“I promise, m-mummy” I mutter into my knees hoping that is enough.

“Speak up, little girl,” she says making me lookup. 

“I promise I will obey your rules, mu-m-mmy” I say before looking back down.

“Good girl. Another rule I didn’t put on your rule list is you will keep eye contact with me when I am talking to you. Is that understood?”

“Yes, m-mu-ummy” I force out while looking up into her eyes

“Good girl.”  

“Your turn” I mumble, hoping I will finally hear some answers.

“I am a vampire”

“No, they aren’t real” I exclaim from shock. This couldn’t be possible they are just myths.

“Oh, I assure you, little girl, I am very much real.” She says while flashing me her red-eye but this time I see two fangs protruding from her mouth. I scream pushing myself as far away from her as the couch will allow.

It is a huge shock even though I suspected, I never thought I would be right. Is she a real Vampire or one of those people who believe they are one and modify their bodies to suit the delusion?

“No, I am not one of those disgusting people,” she says with utter disgust.

“How the hell did you know what I was thinking?” I ask in disbelief. I know I didn’t say that out loud.

“First, watch your language little girl and second, I read your thoughts.”

“Does that make you similar to a vampire from twilight?”

“No, that book is grossly inaccurate” she growls.

“I am still confused immensely; can you please elaborate?”

“You are my soulmate. Meaning we are destined to be together. All vampires have a soulmate but unfortunately not all find their soulmates. To find your mate and complete the bond is rare and very special. You my dear are more special than you can comprehend.”

“Why?” I question because trust me there is absolutely nothing special about me, I am ordinary, less than ordinary.

“I will get to that.” She says, before standing up.

“Wait where are you going?”

“We are going to the kitchen for some food,” she says before extending her hand out to help me stand up.

“Can you eat food?” I ask while we walk through the maze of halls.

“Yes, we eat food but it doesn’t sustain us.” She explains just as we reach the kitchen, which is wow. It’s is huge and an ultra-modern kitchen that is every cooks dream. “What would you like to eat?” she questions.

I go to say I’m not hungry but my stomach betrays me and rumbles. “Just some fruit, please”

“What was that little girl?” she asks, smirking.

“Can I please have some fruit, mummy” I repeat, how she wants me too. But all I really want is more information on her and vampires. Plus, what if this soulmate thing is real? It explains why I haven’t been as scared as I should’ve been. I know how crazy this sounds but without hope we are nothing. At least that’s what I tell myself.

“Good girl, sit down and I will prepare some fruit.” She instructs, walking around the counter and fetching the fruit from the fridge.

Hopefully, we sit down today and talk about everything because right now my mind is running a thousand miles an hour and it is exhausting. I am also scared of her and I have to talk to her about that and hopefully, I can overcome it but if I can’t I don’t know what I will do. After all, I am a prisoner in her house and have no power against her.