When I woke up, I was alone, but I was no longer at the party. I was in some room, a dark and fancy room to be exact. Even though it was pretty dark, I could see the outlines of darker, elaborate furniture. They all looked elegant and expensive, like something some royal would have in the time of kingdoms, or maybe just a really rich and high up person in the modern days.

   I slid my hand against the silky fabric of the comforter. Satin, just as I had figured. I was thinking about getting up to investigate, but the lights clicked on too fast for me to consider my answer. I blinked rapidly, my eyes squinting to the sudden brightness.

   "I can see that you're awake now." A deep voice said from across the room. Once my eyes adjusted, I looked up to see the vampire from earlier, leaning against an open doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.

   "You've been out quite some time, but then again some do take longer than others." He said, eyeing me. "Maybe it's time to freshen up a bit? You look disgusting."

   What did he mean, "Some do take longer than others"? What was he referring to? I thought. And how nice of him to just point out my grossness, couldn't he just sugar coat that a little? Mystery man walks over to me and peels away the blood red blankets from my body. I saw that I was still wearing my costume, boots and all, though they were covered in blood. Hesitantly I swung my legs over and stood, only to stumble and be caught by an angered vampire. "Like a stupid newborn human, always trying to rush things and hurting themselves in the process." He muttered while helping me up onto unsteady legs. "You're too weak to even stand, so you might as well just listen to my commands." He growled in my ear, giving me goose bumps in the process.

   He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, he was right, I was too weak, too weak to even fight and protest. Suddenly I felt a rush of air hit me in the face, and some black tiles replacing the dark wooden flooring of the bedroom. I was thrown onto the floor and hit the wall with a loud thump.

   "You have ten minutes," He spat, "You will bathe and clothe yourself in those garments over there in that time, or else I will come in and do it for you, and trust me, I won't be gentle." He gave a sly wink mid sentence before it became a fierce snap of the jaw. The vampire stepped out of the room and slammed the door shut behind him. A click made me aware of the lock.

   Scared of what was to happen, and anxious of being clean, I stripped myself of my soiled clothes and hopped into the tub of steaming hot water, sighing in relief. I scrubbed my body harshly, determined to rid myself of his touches, and the blood staining my skin. The water soon turned pink, though my skin that I have rubbed raw, barley held an essence of anything besides pale white, whiter than what I usually was. Am I sick?

   I got out of the tub and wrapped myself into a fluffy towel that laid beside the bath. I dried my body and hair and reached out to the clothes on the counter. It was just like my clothing before, skinny jeans and V-neck. All in black. When I lifted the shirt, something fell to the ground by my feet. My face burned as I picked up the also black undergarments and placed them in the bundle in my hands.

   I got into my clothes and strapped my boots back on. I wasn't sure what to do with the outfit I had came in, so I just tossed it in a bucket by the door, and used a brush to fix my knotted hair. The vampire barged in a soon as my hair was tangle free and laying on my back in dark wet strands.

   "Good, good." He boomed, "Your all ready. Now come, we have much to do."

   Reluctantly I followed him out the door and down the hall. He traveled with a great speed I wasn't sure I could keep up with, but I did. We returned to the bedroom we were in earlier. I was shoved onto the bed.

   "Now I must go over the rules." The vampire said, "First off, you are not to leave this room unless I say so, got it?" I nodded, "Good," He replied. "Second, do not step a foot out of line. Do not talk back to me. You will do whatever I tell you when I tell you. You are now under my command and there is nothing you can do about it. You are in my home now, and if you do anything wrong it will be a form of treason, and I will make sure you are punished. I will see to it myself."

   I gulped. What would happen if I messed something up? What would he do? Kill me, bury me alive? Torture me? I didn't want to think of the possibilities.

   I opened my mouth to speak, "Why must I listen to you?" The vampire grinned. 

   "I guess the kitty does have a tongue. You will listen to me because I am your master. My names Chase. Now tell me, who am I?"

   "Uh, Chase?" I replied, dumbly. I was wrong to have said that. Chase slapped me in the face.

   "Wrong, try again."

   "You just said your name was Chase!"

   The vampire smacked me once more, "Do not talk back to me!" He growled, "It's Master Chase or Master to you, Pet."

   I gulped as he hit me again and raised his hand for another blow. I shrunk back and whispered. "M-master Chase."

   Chase grinned evilly and lowered his hand. "Perfect. See Pet? You're starting to learn."