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No, Stone would
have hidden,” Mylana said, trying to deny that anything could have
happened to him. She flew down the hall without saying another
word. I knew where she was going–to Stone's room.
     
     
     
     

Chapter 2
    (Stone – December
3,1999)
     
    “Is he waking up?”
whispered the silky voice of a female. Stone tried to speak but his
mouth was so parched. His body ached too much for him to even move
an arm. He lay on the cold floor, his body shivering. He couldn't
remember what had happened, or how he had arrived there.
    “I think he is coming
around. Grab those,” crooned the soft voice of another female. He
wanted to see what she was about to retrieve, but his body would
not cooperate. Soon he heard the rattling of chains.
    He cried out in his head,
then finally out loud. “No!” It was a weak and pathetic cry but at
least his body was becoming his own again. Before he knew what was
happening each arm had been placed in shackles, then in turn his
legs as well. Stone cried out again but no response came. As his
thoughts became clearer, the voices he heard began to sound
familiar but he was still unable to place them.
    “Here, give him this. It'll
make him sleep,” the first female ordered. Cold hands pulled up the
sleeve of his left arm and a needle entered a vein. Stone knew by
the touch of those cold hands that vampires had taken him. Kristine
and Brenna had taken him. As quickly as this realization came, it
faded and all he knew was the absurdness of drug-induced
dreams.
    Stone didn’t know if he was
awake or dreaming anymore. If he were dreaming it was a nightmare.
If it was real, Brenna was on the verge of killing him. The nights
and days passed, turning into weeks.
    During the daytime, Stone
was left alone with his thoughts and a newly developed phobia of
the night. He dreaded the hour that Brenna came to drink from him.
He wasn’t sure how much longer his body would be able to take the
blood loss.
    And just as every night
before, he heard footsteps rhythmically resounding their slow
descent down the stairs. The door creaked open. Brenna's white face
and black hair peeked around the edge of the door.
    “And how
are we feeling tonight?” she asked in a condescending tone. She
walked towards the bed and sat down beside
him. Stone's body trembled.
    “Please. Not tonight," he
said, weak and tired. "I can't take this anymore."
    "Hush now." Brenna paused,
looking around the room. A draft from the poorly-sealed window
chilled the room. The dampness from the cement floor created a
moist cold that clung to his skin, penetrating to the bone.
Brenna's malicious gaze met Stone's.
    "You will be fine. Trust
me." A broad smile spread across her face, revealing her fangs.
With one swift move Brenna’s hand began caressing Stone's
face.
    "You will be just fine,"
she said one more time. Before Stone could say a word, Brenna's
mouth clamped onto his throat. He could feel himself weakening, his
body becoming numb, and his mind unable to put together any
rational thoughts. Warm liquid began to run across his lips and
then down his neck. He was so thirsty and dehydrated that he
instinctively licked his lips. Suddenly his tongue began to tingle.
A strange sensation began to envelop his esophagus and stomach. He
lapped at the liquid again and the sensation grew stronger. With
all his effort he strained to open his eyes. He soon wished he had
not as he saw Brenna with blood on her lips–his blood. She had slit
her wrist with her fingernail and smeared her blood upon his lips.
His body quivered in shock and panic.
    "No! No!" Stone cried out,
his voice crackling, "What'll happen to me? I don't want to be like
you!" he said.
    "I don't know what will
happen to you," Brenna replied, her voice cold and uncaring, "If
you want, I could give you more."
    "No!" he exclaimed again.
With all his effort, he tried once more to free himself from the
chains. But it was to no avail; he remained like a lamb at