The Touch Of A Vampire

Daylen slept on the cold floor with little to no clothes on. He shivered from the cold of the night, and he twisted and turned his head around from the nightmares that haunted his sleep.Sweat trickled down his face.His tired weak hands were clenched into fists. Trying to resist the pain from breaking him down. It was the only thing he could do to aid his helpless situation.He opened his eyes and woke up from his sleep when icy cold water was poured on him. He trembled in fear, the cold of the night running its thy hands down her spine.Daylen raised his gaze and locked it by the door where the water came from. His body shuddered from the torture that the opened door promised to him.He grabbed the hems of his shirt and held it with the weak strength he had left. Clinging to the little pieces left of what used to be a shirt to keep him strong.His hands and feet were chained in silver. With every little movement that he made, the chains weakened him even more.He blinked his eyes, h

Daylen opens his eyes. Something was off from the moment he came to his senses, for one he was not on the floor, and his hands weren't chained.He closed his eyes once again. It was a dream, a nightmare he wished to wake up from. It was one of the nightmares that terrified him more than seeing the devil.A dream of a better life. A normal life, whatever that meant. He had never known normal and was stressed when his mind imagined it, such dreams gave him hope and for someone in his shoes was the worst thing that could ever happen.He slowly drew his eyes open only to find the white ceiling staring back at him. He got a whiff of a strong smell of medicine around.Sitting up on the bed. His heart was pounding in his chest as he saw all the tubes going in and out of him. For the first time in his life, he saw blood going in him instead of out of his body.It scared him. Daylen could only wonder what the monsters were planning to do with him. His body quivered on the bed.Daylen flinched

Daylen tossed and turned in bed. He could hear the mocking laughter of the devil in his ear. The ruthless words and the brutal hits that the beast landed on his body.He tightens his hands around the bedsheets. His body shivered, the feeling was so real as though he was still there in that room with him.Daylen's breath became heavy. His chest moved up and down in slow motion as he tried to hold on to the little strength he had left.The monster's hands trailed up to his neck. "How dare you live slut?" the man raised a question to him right before he began to choke the life out of him."Ahhh," Daylen coughed waking up from his sleep. He placed his hand on his neck and heaved for breath. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead and back.Daylen's eyes moved around the room. Seeing the lights gave him small comfort, at least he wasn't back in the darkroom.Then, Syvan walked in through the door carrying a cup of coffee and a bowl of porridge. He had been starving since they raided the ware

"Ahh," Daylen screamed in panic.He was pulled out of the closet in one swift movement. His heart skittered. He came out with his eyes closed.The sight of the monster was not one he wished to see. He wasn't sure he could handle the darkness after his heart had glanced at the hope that is his savior."We should hurry on out of here," Zane voiced out.Daylen's eyes shot open. The voice was unfamiliar to him so he opened his eyes to check who he was. His heart jumped with joy when he saw that it was Syvan that came for him."Hold on," Syvan let out before carrying Daylen in his arms. He walked over to the window with him. It was the only way out of the room, the blood traders had invaded the whole hospital and his circle was still twenty minutes out.He had to rescue his mate before he was taken from him. Daylen was lost. Being in Syvan's hold, he felt so calm and safe. The worries he had just seemed to fade away.Daylen rested his head on Syvan's shoulder and let the man carry him. The

Syvan sat on the bed beside Daylen. He was lost on how to handle the news that he received about the boy's fate. He looked a little better than when they found him but he was still weak.The words of Lyzia echoed in his mind. A werewolf that wasn't bound by the moon was an impossible existence. But Daylen lay right there next to him and he was proof that it was highly possible. Unknown to him was the part of the vision Lyzia didn't disclose. Of him being a vampire that wasn't bound by the sun. The thoughts of what Daylen could do terrified him. His power was a blessing and a curse. On one hand, he could grow strong and no one would be able to hurt him the way the blood traders did.And on the other hand, was the wicked world that would go to great lengths to use him or eliminate him from the surface of the earth in fear. His powers put a target on his back, one that will never go away.Daylen opened his eyes. His eyes saw Syvan, his muscles calmed down. He didn't lift his head from t