I barely saw Damien lash out at Daniel, just as Nadine turned her gaze on Edith and me. Nadine reached for her and I rewarded her with a swift kick to the face. I swung my fists at her, but I missed terribly. I heard Edith scream and felt a terrible pain in my chest. As I glanced over at Daniel, I saw Damien's hand was buried in his chest.
Daniel! It was more than enough to distract me. Nadine gripped my arms and pinned them behind my back.
"Edith, run!" I screamed, struggling in vain against this monster of a woman. Poor Edith scurried from my sight.
"Good." I heard Nadine, but barely paid attention to her. My concentration was on Daniel. "He's still awake, love."
"Lucky man! Then he can watch." I looked up just as Damien stalked toward me.
Daniel? DANIEL! All I could hear from him was mumbling and moans of pain. Please, don't leave me.
The tears falling from my eyes were the absolute least of my worries. For a moment, Daniel and I locked eyes. I saw only pain and fear, and it broke me to no end. When he opened his mouth to speak, I saw the blood come bubbling past his lips. This made me struggle even more. I had to get to him, no matter what. He needed me. Dammit! Why was I so weak?
Damien's hand around my throat brought me to a halt. I refused to look away from him; I would not let this monster intimidate me. His low growl floated to my ears, just as his fangs tore into my throat. The pain was worse than anything I could have even imagined. I couldn't stop the pained screams that erupted from me. I could feel Nadine roughly pull an arm from behind my back. She followed suit with her husband, her fangs ripping into the skin of my wrist.
Soon, I started getting cold and numb. My mind couldn't focus, and my vision was quickly blurring.
So, this is how I die. I mused bitterly.
N-no. S-Sylvie, no.
Daniel's voice was barely a whisper, but it gave me comfort to know that he was still there in what seemed like my final moments. Through the pain and the struggle to keep focus, I managed a tiny smile. Before I knew it, my blurred vision had gone black and everything was quiet, but only for a moment.
Slowly, vision and feeling returned to me, but my location was foreign. Everything was so dim and cold. My vision had returned, but it was fuzzy. Being in a barely lit room didn't help either. With stumbling feet, I found a wall, gingerly running my fingers over it.
"Stone." My voice was soft and hoarse. "Where am I?"
No sooner did I finish speaking, the room shook, and the walls slowly began to crack and crumble. A searing pain wracked my head and I doubled over, clutching my temples.
"W-what? W-w-what's –?"
It was so hard to speak. My mind felt like it was being torn to pieces. I couldn't concentrate and I stumbled drunkenly around my stone prison. All around me, I could hear malicious laughter and wicked voices. Just like my dream before, but this time there was no one there. I was alone. Lonely, like always. No one would save me. No one could.
"Break her!" They kept hissing. "Break her mind!"
The pain in my head brought me to my knees. I tried so hard to fight but resolve quickly slipped away. All I could do was curl myself into a ball.
"Please, help me." I sobbed pitifully, "Help me. Somebody."