I woke up to find myself in a dark room, no light and no company. Someone had removed the bag I had had over my head, but left me with handcuffs on. The iron of the handcuffs burnt my wrists, but he pain was easily ignored. There was no water, and my throat was parched, my head throbbing and my limbs aching. I tried to remember what had happened, but I couldn't. Someone has knocked me out from behind, my father betrayed me, and then it went fuzzy.

I was probably taken somewhere and then stuff happened, a lot of words were said and then I saw a vampires face, his breath close to my skin. That was all fuzzy, but it became clearer after that. I went into oblivion, a never ending place of darkness that I longed to be freed of, to escape, to return to the world of the living. Eventually my wish was answered, and I found the blackness receding, darkness falling away, forming a new type of darkness, which I occasionally resurfaced from and caught glimpses of people, faces, words and useless, meaningless snippets from conversations, I saw a van, then I saw darkness again, darkness when I was in the murky darkness of the unknown, darkness when I surfaced. I could tell I was moving, but that was all I could deduce.

Then finally the welcome darkness can and swallowed me whole.

I woke here in this room, with only a bundle of mismatched memories for company.

I lied awake for what must have been at least 4 hours, time ticking by. My watch had been removed, and there was no clock so I had to guess the time.

In the room there was a small window set with bars in the top corner of a wall and on another wall there was a bed about as comfortable as wood. Actually I'd rather had wood- at least wood is not disguising the fact it's hard.

I hear footsteps on a metal floor, hard sounds that felt unnatural to even my human ears. The sound echoed through the room and I heard them reach the door and stop, suddenly. The silence was an unnatural break from the loud racket a few minutes ago that stopped as quick as it started.
The door opening broke the hazardous  silence, and I saw a lone vampire standing in the door, smiling.

He was cocky. I tried to get to him but suddenly there was a chain holding me, iron, I could sense it was iron. It bound me as well as the handcuffs, binding me tight. There was a burn patch around it and I couldn't get to the vampire, but I growled, snapped and snarled, he had blood and I wanted it, needed to drink it. He was still smiling, didn't he know I was a vampire? I let my fangs grow, and the claws on my hands grow and tried to reach him again, resisting against the chains. They burned like hell, but he had blood, blood I needed, needed to drink, to swallow, to savour. He stopped grinning when he saw my fangs. I could sense fear, I knew he was going to leave me, I had to pull the chains off, once last try. I pulled, straining with all my might, and they snapped. The band encircling each of my wrists was still there, chain dangling off both of them, and the iron hurt like hell but still he had blood.

He wasn't smiling when he tried to shut the door, or when I jumped with the reflexes of a vampire and squeezed my hands in the only visible crack and pulled it open with the super human strength I now had. He tried to protest, but I laughed, he tried to run and I laughed, but only got a few feet away from me in the corridor before I pounced on him, plunging my canines into his neck, on the vein that throbbed like music too my ears. I drained him, like there was no tomorrow, blood rushing through my veins and arteries as I swallowed it in gulps. All too soon his body was drained, and I was crouched over a corpse, less and less blood reaching my mouth.

I stood up and wiped my mouth, free from the feeding frenzy that had just overtook me. I looked around my surroundings and saw I was in a grey corridor, with two iron doors at each end, and only my cell with the door hanging limply off its hinges, the side mangled where I had forced it over. I looked down at the floor and saw it was covered in blood. I looked down behind me and saw the guy, the vampire lying on a cold metal floor and I laughed. It was a high-pitched giggle that didn't belong to me, and I frowned, which only made me laugh harder.

"Ramon? Ramon are you there? We heard a scuffle and we came as soon as we could."

There was a voice talking, shouting worriedly. I looked at the corpse then the door, then the corpse again. He must be Ramon then.

"Ramon are you alive? Answer me if you're awake." The voice asked again, this time more concerned and anxious.

"I don't think he'll be answering you." I said with a giggle. It was hilarious that after Ramon meeting me, they thought they would still find him alive. If I found anyone else, I would kill them as well, because it's just so funny that he was dead and I was alive.

"What do you mean?" Asked the voice again. "I'm going to open the door now."

I heard a key jangle in the doorway and held my breath. The door creaked open.

"Ramon? Ramon? Answer me Ramon!" The voice shouted again.

"You'll see him if you open the door." I said. If they had any sense they would wait until they could get in the proffessionals to kill or control me. But they didn't as they opened the door. I could see clearly it was four mortals, blood pulsing underneath them.

"Wha-" one of them said and started to scream. He was the first to die. I killed them one by one, then drained them dry. Drained them bone dry of their tasty blood, not as delicious as a vampires, but still marvelous, a blend of fantastic tastes no human could ever behold.

I stepped through into where they had been standing. It was a box about two metres wide by two metres wide. There's was a heavy set door that would be impossible to get through, and I knew someone would come for me, so I curled up on the hard floor, and slept off the blood frenzy that had overtaken me.

I woke in a strange room again, but this one had only one window, but it didn't overlook outside, it just looked into another room, perhaps an examination room from the chairs that were arranged neatly round the front of the window, no furniture, just a large iron door that looked impossible to get through and an iron chain that wound round my ankle, sending pain throbbing through my leg. I wouldn't be able to break this chain as easily.

I looked at the window. It looked as if it was made of heavy durable glass and I wondered how long it would have take to fit that, how many people or even vampires would have been needed to lift it into position. It was probably bulletproof, shatter proof and a hundred other things I couldn't think of at the moment.

A headache swam in front of my eyes, and I almost blacked out due to the pain. The headache remained, but the pain lessened, every now and then giving a huge deafening throb, that made the world go black and my eyes descend to oblivion.

All parts of me ached, and I was thirsty like no water in the world was enough to quench the deep thirst that lay within my throat. All I wanted to do was curl up and sleep, but the chain around my ankle wouldn't allow that.

2 smartly dressed men and a woman walked in, all holding clipboards and looking as though they were in a business meeting, not meeting with me, splattered with red, drying blood. I sat up, crossing my legs as I did so, making my ankle burn. Pain flared in my leg, but ignored it. Even the blood I had swallowed that made me more confident wasn't enough to make me disrespect important vampires. I may be confident and a risk taker, bit im not stupid and im not foolish no matter what anyone says. You always and to ignore your own discomfort when in the presence of vampires, as these three obviously were from the smooth way they glided and sat down in the seats. 

"Are you Kelly Lone?" The woman asked as sharply as she dressed. Which was sharp enough to cut the thick, heavy silence that had descended on the two interrogation rooms.

"Yes." I answered, my voice cracking from the lack of water. I had only had blood, which if anything, made my mouth drier. All I longed for was a cup of water, not a mouthful of blood. Although I wouldn't say no to a mouthful of blood.

"Did you kill a vampire, and four mortals last night?" It had been nighttime when I had killed them? No wonder I could snap the chains so easily. So now must be morning then.

"Yes." I said, seeing no point in lying. I was covered in blood and there were probably cameras with footage of me killing them.

"You know that for a vampire to kill another vampire, it is an unforgivable offence?"

I gulped and nodded.

"Were you in full control of your actions that night?"

I stared at her, unsure of what to say. Yes, would mean I was to be put down, because saying yes would be saying I committed the murder; but no would mean I was lying to their faces, and they wouldn't believe anything else I said. So I remained silent, for that was the only option which wouldn't get me in trouble.

"She couldn't have been in control of her actions Mary, she's a newly turned vampire. No one can control their actions when they are a newly turned vampire." One of the men said. I was surprised, they had remained silent until now, but I supposed they couldn't remain silent for the whole thing.

The woman, whose name was evidently Mary, pursed her lips and looked back to me. I did my best not to smile or laugh, laughing or smiling would lessen my pity with the court, and that was something I didn't want to do. "Well, she still murdered a vampire and 4 humans, and for that the crime is usually death."

"She wasn't in control of her actions." The same man who had spoken,reminding her that I was still a newly turned vampire.

"Yes, I know. So in this case we will drop charges, but the vampire must work for the council for a year." The men muttered their agreements and stood up, they left the room, shoes pounding on the cold, hard metal floor.

"If they hadn't stuck up for you, I would have killed you there and then, sentencing you to death by burning, the way they punish for only the most serious crimes. I and many other vampires think you should be put down, as you killed Ramon. He was a respected member of our community." She said sneering at me, her face daring, daring for me to try to attack. I watched her blank face, only screaming the words in my head that I wanted to scream aloud. "You however, are nothing. You are a newly turned vampire, nothing compared to vampires who have been turned for a few centuries more." She continued leering at me, her face open for an attack. But I wouldn't do it. Wouldn't say anything, wouldn't give her the satisfaction of her knowing  she had got to me.

She turned around and left, nose held high in the air, high heels clacking on the floor.