I looked at her expectantly.

We had been sitting there silently for a while until she said this.

She suddenly transformed back making my throat clog up with fear and my mouth turn dry. She was somewhat pretty, in an exotic way, but the thought and shear terror of her sharp teeth cutting against my throat frightened the hell out of me. I swallowed trying to find the right words to tell her. Isabella scooted closer to me and took my tied hands in hers. Before I could answer her blood red lips were on mine and I flinched back in fear of getting cut by her teeth. But then I relaxed as if she were telling me that everything was going to be ok. She was definitely sending me mixed emotions. I couldn’t decide if she was playing with me or she really meant that kiss. When our lips parted I looked at her confused and horrified at the sight of her once again transformed face. I followed her gaze down to my red buttoned shirt. With her fingernail she sliced the buttons off all of the way down to the end of my shirt revealing the white wife beater underneath. I couldn’t move or even breathe for fear of what she may do to me next. Then she moved onto my hands that still remained tied together. With her claw-like fingertips she cut straight through the ropes and let them fall to the floor. I let out a sigh of relief while rubbing the rope burns around my wrists.

She stood up and walked to the door.

She gave me an almost human grin despite her demonized face.

I opened my mouth to reply to that very odd compliment but she left. I was so confused that it wasn’t even funny.

What was going on?

What did they do with my stuff?

Was I to stay down here forever?

The more and more I thought about it the more I didn’t like what was going on. Really I had no choice though. I guess it was better than staying with my brothers. I thought about that. I wasn’t quite sure. Right now both sides were about equal, but my brothers and my family were a little bit higher on the scale.

Just then Isabella came back in.

I walked behind Isabella feeling like a prisoner in a jail. It was quite uncomfortable, but I guess I could get used to it if I really tried.

We had to walk into the main part of the factory. There were crates of stuff everywhere and I could see people building things. About a handful of men were painting the windows black. That was quite odd, but they finished the job before the sun got to peek through. Then another group was working hard nailing boards together to make what looked like a stage platform and a dance floor in front of that. A dance floor?! That was about the weirdest thing I had seen yet. What were they building? I wanted to know so badly, but I feared to ask the questions. Everything had been dusted and most of the stuff looked new. I guess I was out for along time b/c they had been working really hard. I’m not exactly sure what they were working really hard on, but since I wasn’t going anywhere I’d probably find out.

So after going to the bathroom, Isabella, led me to a different room. That pleased me though because I really didn’t want to be in that cold, cement walled one. This time, as she opened the door, the room was covered with velvet maroon sheets on the walls, black leather couches in the corners, purple roses in crystalline vases on black cherry furniture, and one big coffee table covered with a black cloth. It was quite large for a coffee table so I kind of suspected the room to be a waiting room or meeting room although there was just one small lamp on and about a dozen candles all over the place. That’s hardly enough light for a meeting room I wold think, but who knows. It could have been an office for all that I knew, well, until Isabella told me.

She shut the door behind us, ran over to a couch and sat in the corner. I walked to about the middle of the room and stopped looking around at everything. I caught a faint smell of incense as I stood there. Hmmm, ok.

She looked a tad bit upset form my comment.

Actually I thought it was pretty scary myself. I think she probably could sense that I was lying because she got up and walked over to me with somewhat of a sad expression on her face. That’s when I noticed that she was back in her regular form. Man I wish she would stop doing that to me! She just kept switching back and forth. I guess it kinda went with her emotions. That’s what it seemed like.

The more I thought about it, I kind of liked her better when she was a vampire because she wasn’t acting so immature! Damn and I thought Dave was bad. I stuffed my hands in my pockets and then looked down at the ground. The carpet was black. When I looked up again she was there right in front of me once again a vampire. There she goes again! I seriously thought that maybe she couldn’t control her transformations. Hmmm, that was weird but I just stared at her while she stared at me, studying my face. She looked at me as if trying to memorize my features. It was getting a little uncomfortable so I spoke up.

She came closer to me her hand reaching out towards my face. I stepped back not sure what she was going to do. She dropped her hand in my response, stopped there with her other hand on her hip, and grinned.

For some reason I had this feeling that they were not going to tell me what was going to happen to me. They seemed like "go-with-the-flow" people anyway.

She tried to step up to me again. This time I let her for fear of getting hurt. I know she sensed my fear. She must’ve because her touch was soft as her fingertips traced across my jaw line and then to my lips. Her hand slowly made it’s way to my neck and then she pulled my head closer to hers forcing her lips upon mine. At first, it was a soft kiss but then it got deeper as she slid her tongue into my mouth. This, I must admit was a new experience for me. Her other hand pulled my body towards hers as we kissed harder. She ran her long slender fingers up my chest and then to my shoulders. I had a feeling that she was quite a pro at this. I couldn’t really stop her. What if I pulled away and she vamped out on me and decided to kill me? What if she’d slit my throat with her fingernails? What if this? What if that? They all jogged through my brain. Until I finally decided to let her do as she pleased. It was the safest way to get out of this alive.

My heart beat as she practically threw me on one of the black leather couches. I felt myself sink almost into an oblivion of the couch cushions. She sat on my lap as I leaned against the back of the couch sitting halfway upright. Her own legs bent back as she pulled my upper body towards hers and we were kissing again. Her kisses were hard and fast. I sure hoped that other girls didn’t kiss this way. I just sat there letting her kiss me until she suddenly pulled away. A mean expression made her demonic face even more horrifying.

I just shrugged and looked down.

She let out a bellow of laughter, and then looked back at me.

Ok now she was making me feel bad. I never really had time to do stuff like that when you’re on the road. I could never have a girlfriend, much less make out with her.

I wanted to tell her ‘no’ and that this didn’t feel right but that fear overwhelmed me again. I didn’t want her to become my sworn enemy because of that. So I let her continue.

She kissed my neck and then went down my chest ripping off my red shirt. Ok, this was getting a little intense! My breathing became more rapid as she took my hand and put it on her thigh. Oh my god. Maybe I could do this .I slid my hands up the back of her shirt resting my fingers along the small of her back. The upper part of her legs wrapped further around my torso as her knees dug into the cushion beside me. With her tongue she licked my neck and then my lips seductively. Oh god. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. This itself was torture. There were so many pleasures about this that I had never experienced but Isabella was willing to give me. I realized though that I did not love Isabella and that it would be wrong for me to do this.

As if someone read my mind, Maxum barged in the room. He looked around at first as if looking for us, as Isabella jumped off of me. Uh- oh. This could get ugly.

Maxum just saw us together and kind of smiled at first. He motioned for Isabella to come to him.

She looked down and started to walk out of the room, leaving me alone!

Bed, I thought it was almost dawn? Ok, whatever. Oh no I was alone with him. Not good.

He gave me this evil glare.

Before I could agree with him and tell him that it was all her doing he left the room and slammed the door behind him.

Great now I was stuck in the gothic room, but I guess it was better than the stone room.

I just sat there thinking of Maxum’s words of warning. I’d soon find out what he really meant by them.