sleep. I laid flat on the ground, slowed my breathing and heart rate, hoping for Milton’s reappearance. I quickly realized that willing sleep was as likely as willing my next meal in the form of a beautiful 18-year-old damsel’s neck.
As I got up and began dusting my scrubs from the chalky particulates that had accumulated on my behind, I noticed someone’s head bobbing outside the door’s window. Had Milton finally arrived to rescue me? I skipped toward the window and was met by Yi’s cold, black, and sunken eyes. He had Havens, Alan, and Rebecca behind him, as well as a small posse of guards. I stepped away from the door as soon as I noticed the lab-coat lynch mob.
“ Jack, we are transferring you immediately,” Yi said, his muffled voice traveling through the food chute in the door.
“ Last words I heard from you were instructions to let me bleed to death, now you want to protect me from what’s going on out there?” I asked.
“ You shouldn’t have let Jon bite you. He’s now rotting away in some cell because he’s no longer beneficial.” He paused. “I advise that you listen to my instructions so you do not share the same fate.”
I backed even further away from the door and sat down on the raised concrete slab, crossing my legs in a casual manner. “Sounds all right by me,” I said. “I’ve got all day long.”
“Jack why are you so difficult? Fine! You leave me no choice but to take you by force,” Yi said loudly, from beyond the door.
A loud buzz soon gave way to the sound of three large metallic mechanisms clanking away as they were being unlocked by the group. The large door slowly opened. I inhaled deeply before they made their way into the cell. I internally closed off my nostrils with my palate and held my breath as best I could. I feigned a reaction as if I was punched in the chest and hit the floor violently. Two guards picked me up from the ground, one in each arm. Alan looked at Yi and nodded, as I continued to hold my breath, making sure I didn’t breathe in whatever invisible substance Alan sprayed in an attempt to subdue me.
“There is a demonstration going on above the facility. The market has been overrun by protestors,” Yi said. “We're moving you to a more secure location.”
I purposely drooped my shoulders as the guards held both of my outstretched arms. I looked at Yi with a set of drowsy eyes, hoping to accentuate my supposed weakened state.
“Well, you don’t look to be in a fighting mood.” The group all laughed in unison at Yi’s crack. “I take your silence as a confirmation that it’s okay to move you to a different location,” he said, turning his head toward Alan, Havens, Rebecca, and the rest of his colleagues.
Alan stepped closer. He lifted my head by pushing up on my chin with his hand. He lowered his glasses and began to examine my neck with a careful, squinted eye. I was practically turning blue at this point as I continued to hold my breath. “Fascinating,” he said. “It hasn’t even been twelve hours and your neck has completely healed.”
I couldn’t take it anymore and led out a loud gasp as I opened my mouth for what seemed like five minutes. Luckily, whatever Alan sprayed throughout the room had already dissipated.
“ You okay, there?” asked Alan.
“ Sorry, Jon's bite has made me feel like an asthmatic,” I said, giving the best acting performance of my life. Okay, second best; I felt so bad for Holly.
Even though there was a commotion going on outside, Yi and the group didn’t seem fazed or bothered and continued to examine and analyze me with a preplanned urgency. However, Havens did look a little disappointed, or so I thought. He always had a nasty scowl about him, but this time it was a little more pronounced than before. He probably was hoping I’d resist and proceed to wail on me like a rabid beast. It was clear that Havens’s thirst for assaulting vampires was the man’s raison d’être .
The guards held me in