I woke up with a pounding headache and was utterly unable to remember what happened to me.
Typical.
With stiff movements, I rotated my head to the side, looking for anything that could tell me where I was.
Nothing.
I was strapped down to a metal table, my clothes discarded, and all around me were bright white walls and a ceiling so shiny it seemed to reflect the floors under me.
Well, at least it was an upgrade from abandoned warehouses, so I would take it.
"Hello?" I called out, hearing my voice echo through the room. When no one replied, I closed my eyes and went back to sleep. There was no need to be scared. This was not the first or the last time that I had found myself in this situation.
At least I wasn't stuck waiting around for months before the killer made his move. In this regard, he was really quite considerate.
"It's time to wake up," grunted a male voice beside my head, and my eyes flashed open, all traces of the drug gone from my system.
Turning my head to the other side, I looked at my kidnapper.
"Was the coffee any good, at least?" I asked, my voice cracked and hoarse.
"Not really. You couldn't get past how strong it was, even with the amount of milk and sugar you added. We agreed that next time we got together, we'd go somewhere with better coffee," replied the man who bought my coffee. He told me he was a phlebotomist after discovering that medical school wasn't for him.
I looked at him for a minute. That doesn't sound like something I would say. "Are you sure?" I asked, my brows furrowed. "Because I have at least seven men waiting for me at home. I don't think I would be that desperate to agree on a second date with you."
Sure, he wasn't horrible looking, but he wasn't at the same level as my guys. No insult intended.
His had shot out and slapped me across the face, letting me know that my comment stung. Poor man, this was probably the closest he had ever gotten to a second date in a while. And here was me, bursting his bubble.
"I am going to have to test for a lot more things if you really are having relations with that many men," sneered the man as he brought a needle up to his eye level. "This is going to hurt."
He plunged the syringe into my arm and took out enough blood to fill it completely. "I'll be back with the test results," he said, turning around and leaving the room.
I couldn't see the door, but I definitely heard it shut.
I had assumed that it was a human and a monster working together, but everything around me contradicted that hypothesis.
A vampire didn't need a room this fancy to eat, and neither did a wolf or Skinwalker. In fact, trying to clean a room like this would have been a bitch if they didn't take care while eating.
But what would humans want with blood and organs? Was he really selling them on the black market? It was fine if that was the case, but then why would he make the bodies look like they had been fed on by a single vampire?
The questions I had became more and more the longer I lay on this table, staring at the ceiling. I wasn't quite at the point where I was willing to rip off my own hands to get out, but the silence was definitely starting to get to me.
"You are a fascinating creature, Ms. Sokol," greeted the man as he entered the room, looking down at the paper in his hand. "You have one of the rarest blood types on earth," he continued, never once looking up at me.
"Yay for me?" I asked. I had guessed that I was AB negative, but it seems like I was right. However, why wasn't he freaking out more? Shouldn't those tests tell him more than just my blood type?
I was expecting panic, alarm bells to be going off all over the place, and men in SWAT uniforms to come in, guns drawn.
This was so far beyond what I expected that I found myself disappointed.
"You don't need to sound so sarcastic," sneered the man as he put the papers on a metal table far away from where I was lying. "And while that blood is nowhere near as important as O negative, I have already found a patient with that blood type."
I stiffened. As far as I knew, Mary was one of those people with O negative blood, and I wasn't willing to let anything happen to her or her baby.
Especially not at the hands of some wannabe doctor dropout.
"If you really think I am letting you go, you have another thing coming," I hissed, clearly not all that intimidating in my current state. But this man couldn't even begin to guess what was behind the veil of his tiny world.
"Nice try. And I have no doubt that you really think that. However, I am afraid that you will not be leaving this room again, let alone to contact the authorities," smiled the man.
He came closer to me, pulling an IV pole behind him. "I want you to know that while you are going to die, your death is going to help countless others live."
"You are certifiable, you know that, right?" I asked, not knowing how he could look at me with such an expression on his face. It was like he would trade with me in a moment if he could.
"No, I am not. I know the difference between right and wrong, and while I know that technically, murder is an unforgivable sin, the angel told me that I was doing God's work," he said, a contented smile on his face.
I looked at him, completely stunned. Did he really say that an angel was making him do it?