“You think this a game girl? We are going to kill you and there is nothing you can or will be able to do that can stop it. Understand?……..STOP LAUGHING BITCH!”
Elizabeta stopped laughing and looked up into the masked man’s eyes. His voice sounded so familiar. Where had she heard it before….or was her mind playing tricks on her. Slowly she found her strength and got to her feet, defiance in her eyes. She was a daughter of the night, one not afraid of something. Not afraid of death for she embraced it with open arms. She was already dead.
“You can torture me all you like…you can try to make me feel pain but let me tell you something…..I’m already dead. Been dead for almost two hundred and one years. I don’t fear you and I don’t fear the reaper. He’s my lover….my protector. So boys do your worst….I beg you,” she snapped.
After her words had been spoken she noticed a hand coming towards her but she wasn’t about to cringe away. One of her capture’s hands connected hard with the side of her face. He hadn’t’ slapped her, he had punched her.
“YOU LYING WHORE I’VE TRIED SO HARD TO GET YOU TO BE MINE BUT I FAILED. IT’S THAT DAMNED PROFESSOR OF YOURS AINT IT? HE’S GOT YOU UNDER HIS THUMB…..YOU’LL DO ANYTHING FOR HIM WONT YOU? WELL GUESS WHAT YOU’LL BE MINE SOON. IT’S EITHER DEATH FOR HIM OR……..or well I’ll impregnate you. Then he’ll never touch or speak to you again. What do you think about that?”
Until that moment she hadn’t realized who her capture was.
