Blood (COMPLETED) (UNDERGOING EDITING)

Chapter 11

I rubbed the side of my head; it hurt a lot. I could tell I was missing a lot of my memory just by what the wolf and I were talking about.

The Solivor? Really?

Thinking back to Sam, my thoughts drifted to the picture of him and Oliver. Oliver. Something clicked inside of me, but only halfway. I was sure I'd met him, but I couldn't remember why or how. I went back to the last memory I had and traced my way forward as far as I could. I continued to work hard at remembering for several minutes, but the only thing that came back was talking to Sam about going to live with Oliver. After that- nothing. I felt like I'd met Oliver before, and something even came back about the Solivor, whose name was Noah. I think I might've put a face on him.

I was concentrating hard on that when the door opened again, and Zaylen and the man who I assumed was the pack doctor walked back in. The doctor examined me and determined that I'd be fine with a little rest and ice for my head. He gave me some medicine that would help my head heal faster. He also told me that I probably had some low grade amnesia and that my memories would probably come back to me slowly and in pieces, but I would most likely not remember the actual event.

After that, I was left alone. As Zay (what he told me to call him for short) left the room I heard a distinct click that told me I was locked in. I guess he was worried that I might try something bad because I was so loyal to the vampires and I didn't blame him. Although, I'd never try something that stupid anyway. I closed my eyes and for some reason I thought of Cedric....

A cold chill ran through me. I didn't like thinking about him, but now I couldn't get those dreadful memories from my head. I slowly laid back and decided that maybe if I tried to sleep I'd stop thinking of him.

I could immediately tell that this was NOT going to be the case.

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I looked around; it was dark and cold, the kind of dark that made you paranoid and scared of the silence. I sat on the stone ground with my back against the stone wall. My wrists had chains bound tightly and my wrists were cut up from it. I was beyond starving. I hadn't eaten in four days.

I knew this because he kept bragging and taunting me about it. He'd give me water so as to not kill me, but even then the water was kept to a minimum. He didn't normally go this long without feeding me. It rarely broke three days.

The door suddenly opened and a light was turned on. I first saw my scrawny legs and dirty feet. I was dirty all over, but they were the worst because they had dried cuts on them as well from being yanked up or drug around.

"Renren, how are you feeling?" He said, voice feigning concern. I looked up into his vibrant green eyes and saw the malicious smile slowly spread across his face. He knelt down so that he was eye level with me.

"Cedric, please." I barely managed to whisper out. I felt my bottom lip begin to tremble and my eyes water. My voice sounded weak and broken, just how I felt.

"Aw, come now, don't look so upset." Cedric said as he stroked the side of my face with the back of his fingers so lightly that it tickled. I didn't laugh or move though. He was giving me a sad look that I knew wasn't real. He pretended to love me and care about me, but at the same time he never let me forget all that he could, and would, do. He starved, tortured, and taunted me everyday, but at the same time he would act gentle while he did those things, just as he was right now. For some reason that was more frightening than if he were to be hateful.

"Ren, you know better than to give me that look." He said, smiling lightly; although the smile didn't really reach his eyes.

I shuddered. He only called me 'Ren' when he was feeling mischievous, otherwise he'd call me 'Bella' or 'Renren' like he had a minute ago. My real full name was Bellarin Kira Malaine, but I hated Bellarin just because of him.