Lilac Wine (Part 5)
Jennifer
Part Five: Riley
I'm not sure how long I've been here but I know the sun has risen twice since I've been conscience. Through tiny cracks in the basement window curtains, I have seen rays of light. I know the longer I am here, the better the chance I will not be found. Alive, that is.
I watch almost deliriously as the vampire's henchmen return to her. I can faintly hear her ask them if they delivered her letter, to which they reply, no. They hand her the parchment. She is slightly enraged and shoves my blood coated paper back at them. "Find her and give it to her. We don't have much time. He is of no use to us if he's dead and I'm not sure how much longer I can keep myself from him."
It dawns on me then to be afraid. And for the first time since my capture, I am.
They leave her once more and while I can't imagine where they would go during the day, I'm glad they're gone. It means that I won't be used as a punching bag for a while. And it seems that the vampire is kinder and gentler when there is no one around for her to order around.
She comes to me carrying a basin that I assume is filled with water. She allows me to drink first and then proceeds to sponge the blood and sweat from my body. She is so gentle I decide that it can't hurt to talk to her.
"Who are you?" I ask her. My voice is hoarse and while the water she just gave me was slightly comforting, it did nothing by way of helping me.
"No one you need to worry your pretty little head over," her hands move with great dexterity and ease as she sponges all of my sore spots.
"You do that well," I decide to take a different approach. "Are you... were you a doctor? A nurse?"
"I was a nun."
The word caught in my brain for a second. What sort of beast would make a nun a vampire? Moronic question, I suppose but still one that struck me as meaningful. "A nun. Were you a good nun?"
She looks at me then, her eyes changing in the light, dark and then crystal like. "I don't know. What do you think?" Her lips turn into a mischievous smile.
"Well, I don't know. You seem to be doing nicely now."
"Only because I like you. And I want to keep you as fresh as I can until..." her smile broadens as her voice trails away.
"Until what? Miss. Until what?" She moves away from me slowly carrying the basin of pink water. I feel a chill pass over me as she glides out of the room and closes the door behind her.
I let out my breath slowly and wish that I could cry, only to show myself that I have sufficient fluids in my body to allow me to do so. But no tears come. Only delirium. Delirium from hunger, dehydration, loss of blood, and finally the pain. Everywhere pain. I allow my head to fall to the side once more as I grow tired of holding it up. I close my eyes again, yet will myself to just get through another day. Consciousness slips away from me as I focus my mind on the one thing that I know can get me through... Buffy.
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