7 Chapter Seven

Finally getting out of the cold shower, I dried off in the bathroom, cursing under my breath I realized I didn't bother to bring any clothes to change into after my shower. So I wrapped myself in the towel I was using and marched to my bedroom, still very uncomfortably hard under the towel.

After cursing to myself for a few more minutes, I decided to get dressed into my street clothes and go find something to eat. With Tony not filling up the burner card, I was going to have to get creative, and it was not something I was looking forward to in the slightest.

Unplugging my phone and grabbing the hunting knife I kept for protection, I walked out of the bedroom. When I got to the hallway, I noticed that the living room light was still on, and even though Jeremy was irresponsible, he was pretty good at remembering to turn lights off. As I walked into the living room, I noticed that Jeremy's bags were next to the front door with him sitting patiently on the couch with his phone in his hands.

"Going somewhere Jer?" I was confused.

"Yea man didn't you get the message too?" he asked me, pointing to his phone.

I grabbed my phone from my pocket and unlocked it, low and behold there was a text message from Tony saying 'meet at Nikki's on Haulter st. 20 minutes. New mission.'

"Great, well let me go get my shit and we'll head out." I said walking away back into my room.

I didn't have a lot of things in my room, after all we were only meant to bring what was absolutely necessary. So I got my clothes, my knives, and the one 9mm I brought with me. Packing up everything, I reached under my pillow for the picture I brought with me. It was a picture of my mom and I on my twelfth birthday party, it was the only thing I had left of her and it came with me everywhere I went, almost as if she were still with me and never left.

Putting the picture carefully into the front pocket of my bag I stepped back out into the living room and walked out the front door, getting to the passenger side of the rental car, I couldn't help but look back at the witch's house, a feeling of dread washing over me. I couldn't focus on the right now, and I needed to get her out of my head or the next few weeks were going to be hell.

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Jesus my head

I woke up with the worst pain in the back of my head, I opened up my eyes but I couldn't see anything no matter how hard I looked. Carefully feeling around me I quickly noticed that there was a very thick metal collar around my neck, and it was chained to something.

The clanking of the chains making an eerie sound in whatI could only assume was some sort of cellar. Stone from the feel of it, and touching the collar attached to my neck I could immediately tell that they were iron, probably very old, and a little rusty.

Dread coated every fiber of me when I felt thick liquid just below the collar that was around my neck. I had been bitten, and from the way my legs were weak and my head felt far too heavy for my neck, something had taken a lot of blood. I tried to think back to when Amber and I were last in the foggy forest, and the more I tried to remember, the more my head pounded.

I didn't even bother trying to use my powers, the iron collar was a medieval way of keeping a witch from using her magic. Much like how the coven puts wards around certain areas so that witches powers are at a minimum when around that which needs protection.

I reached out with what little senses I had and could only make out a few things, the cold stone floor I was sitting on was partially covered by hay or dry grass. The iron chains that held me in place could only be about six feet long, and the stench that covered the room resembled that of long dead bodies and blood, fresh blood which was probably mine considering the fact that my neck was still slightly bleeding.

"Amber?" I whispered, my voice only carrying about ten feet in front of me, if not less. I then quickly realized the room I was in was probably one made for only one person.

Suddenly realizing I was alone with no light, no idea where I was, and no clue how to get out, it was all I could do just not to panic because that surely wouldn't help.

I began thinking about the forest again, as much as I could remember that is, and couldn't help but wonder how a vampire could have accomplished something like that, it was something of a witch's powers, definitely not something that vampires had control over. It has to be the work of a witch with the power to control the Air element, that was the only explanation.

What didn't make any sense is why a witch would be capturing other witches, or why they would be working with a vampire. Was she perhaps a rogue witch? Or maybe someone who does not like us. Not that we were the easiest to get along with but we didn't have any enemies.

I couldn't help but wonder how many cells were down here, and just how many other witches were here. I had no idea where Amber ran off to but I could only hope that she ran out of the forest, and not into the same trap that I fell into. Tired from the blood loss, I layed back down on the cold cement and closed my eyes.

Just before I fell asleep I could hear the screech of metal against metal, something that looked like a small hatch was revealed in front of me. A small amount of light spilled into the small room that I was in, through the slot I saw a shadow pass by and then come back with what looked like a small plate of food.

"Who are you? What do you want from me?" I screamed at the figure through the slot.

No response.

I wanted to scream at the figure more, ask more questions, but I knew they would all be answered with silence. I took a quick look around the room that I was in trying to gain some of my barings, but all I could tell was that the stone walls were almost covered in chains and collars, as if the room were used to house more than just one person.

Getting sick at that thought, I looked to the figure one more time hoping to get a glimpse of who or what was on the other side of the door.

Not seeing much other than the black gloves that this person was wearing, I could tell that it wasn't the vampire who had taken blood from me however, or my senses would be able to feel their presence. And from the rancid smell coming from the metal plate of food sitting in the slot of the door, the only reason there was any food in the first place was to keep us from starving. Key word, starving, and by the smell I could probably push another week or so depending on how much they had actually fed off of me.

The slot of the door closed with a loud thud, the echo making it clear that the room I was in is very small, if it wasn't for my powers, there probably wouldn't be any reason for the chained collar, but with is around my neck and wrists, it made it close to impossible for me to even astral project a foot away, let alone get a better view of where I was.

I was getting weaker. Whoever had taken my blood did so in a very rough way, my neck almost shredded in some places. I knew I was a fast healer, but with the blood I was still losing to the amount they were bound to take when they came back. The fact that I am a high born witch my captor was bound to already have known how intoxicating my blood was and no doubt his senses were more than heightened right now. And as long as my blood is still within him, he would be addicted almost like a junkie.

I had to think though, if he did know of my blood status, why wouldn't he have me hooked up constantly drawing blood, unless I wasn't the only witch in captivity here. Though before I could put together some kind of plan my vision started to get hazy again, I blinked a few times but no dice, I was going down again. All I could think about before the darkness took over again was a prayer to the gods, an old prayer that my father had taught me when I was six. But before I could even finish the prayer, I was gone.

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