Chapter 2 Bloodsuckers

• I heard noises. There are heavy footsteps and a lot of
• sighing. I also heard loud hitting of metals and pans. The smell of garlic and
• grilled meat filled my nostrils. My mouth watered from the delicious smell.
• Food!   
• I opened my eyes to see that I am in a house with high ceilings
• and walls made of wood. Using my arms, I got up from the soft couch and sat
• still. I winced because my head is killing me. As if I'm not in enough pain, my
• stomach grumbled.   
• “She's awake!” A jolly voice approached me. It was Gideon.
• On his right was Daniel and on his left was Ambrose.   
• “Are you okay? You fainted.” Gideon asked with worried
• eyes.   
• “Yes. I'm fine. Where am I?” I found out that I am now
• dressed in a robe. Daniel's shirt is nowhere to be seen.   
• “You're in Emberton.” Ambrose answered   
• Emberton? I know nothing of such a place. My head started
• spinning when I tried to recall what happened to me. I only remembered falling
• asleep in the woods.   
• “Emberton?” The unfamiliar word rolled out of my
• mouth.   
• Ambrose ignored my question, “It's our turn to ask. Who are
• you and what were you doing out in the woods alone?”   
• My brows furrowed, “I don't remember what
• happened.”   
• They started glancing at each other's faces, as if they're
• communicating with just their eyes. They are probably thinking if I am lying or
• something. I admit no one will probably believe me at this point. They just
• found me naked in the woods. That scene itself is just
• strange.   
• “She's telling the truth.” I heard Daniel spoke to
• Ambrose.   
• “What's your name, young lady?” Ambrose asked. He sounded as
• if our age gap goes way long but gazing at his face, he practically looked
• young and just my age.   
• “It's Feyre. Feyre Wells.” I chewed my lips,
• nervously.   
• Ambrose raised his brow, "My name is Ambrose. I think
• you already know their names but this is Daniel, Gideon and the one who carried
• you was Izaac. He's not here at the moment." He pressed his lips into a
• thin line.   
• I nodded, taking in the new information he says. Ambrose
• feels way older than me because of his way of talking and his calculated
• movements; His smooth flow of talking made me want to nod and obey his orders.
• His aura was oozing of strong authority. I could already see why these men respect
• him. He makes rational decisions like a true leader and he's not lacking in
• goodness either for he's been too nice to help a stranger like
• myself.   
• “Well, it's nice meeting you all.” I put up a genuine
• smile.   
• “You are not from here, are you? Where are you from?”
• Ambrose pushed the question, wanting a stern answer from me.   
• “I'm sorry, I don't know. I don't remember anything but my
• name.” My sight dropped on the floor, feeling disappointed at
• myself.   
• “Certainly, you were running away or you were simply lost.
• Which was it?” Ambrose fixed his glasses as he sat in front of me with crossed
• legs.   
• “I couldn't tell. If I even try to remember, my head hurts
• like hell.” I answered truthfully. Well, there's no point in lying to them.   
• “That sucks.” Daniel commented with a scoff. He sat on the
• couch next to me.   
• “Well if that's the case. All this questioning is pointless.
• You'll have to stay until your memories come back. Surely, your problem isn't
• permanent. You'll be able to retrieve your memories. Just give it time.” Was
• all Ambrose could say and then he excused himself to his
• office.   
• “But where is Emberton?” I managed to ask the two remaining
• men here in the living room.   
• “It's an old town here, also known as the town of
• bloodsuckers.” Izaac who just came in answered my question. His hair is a bit wet
• and disheveled. I could see he's gone off to clean himself. He's now wearing a
• white shirt and dark pants.   
• Izaac walked towards the kitchen with ease, hands were kept
• inside his pockets. He looked as if he's about to strangle anyone at the moment.
• His aura is very different from Ambrose although they somehow share the quiet
• type. Izaac is not as sharp as he looks, he strides with ease. He's reckless
• and cruel. He is just pure evil.   
• “Bloodsuckers like vampires?”   
• Izaac nodded, “Yes.”   
• I was about to strike another question when a yell from the
• kitchen interrupted my thoughts.   
• “Hey! Food is ready!” Someone yelled from the
• kitchen.   
• “Are you hungry? You should eat. Sage cooked something.”
• Gideon helped me get up.   
• Sage? There's another male. Hah. Great.   
• Gideon filled my plate with grilled meat and some greens. He
• also offered a glass of water. They stare at me while I eat and it's seriously
• uncomfortable.   
• “What?” I finally asked them   
• “It’s nothing. Don't mind us. We're just not used to seeing
• a girl in the house.” Daniel explained, grinning.   
• I nodded, “I am sorry to intrude. I can be of help to you if
• you need me. I can do anything. I can cook.”   
• “We don't really eat human food.” They answered in chorus.
• Right. They're vampires. They feed on blood. They rely on blood to fuel their
• body. What do I expect? Feed them with pancakes and eggs?   
• “Yeah. These pale-skinned jerks don't eat my cooking even if
• it tastes good.” Sage entered the conversation. He has this disheveled brown
• hair and amber eyes. Like all the men in this house, he's an eye candy himself.
• Are there any people here who aren't that attractive?   
• I smiled at Sage's comment. He's funny. I wonder if they are
• all the same age or if they live together for a while because they get along
• quite well. I could see that from the teasing and constant eye
• rolls.   
• “Well, I can clean the house?” I smiled, praying they would
• agree with that one.   
• I have to offer anything knowing that they are the one who
• saved my life. I have to pay them something in return. I may not know any of
• them since I just met them in the woods a couple of hours ago. In all honesty,
• I don't really trust them but they should not trust me either because I'm also
• a stranger being invited here in their home. But then again, they are all males
• here. Part of me just wants to run to that door and sprint like hell. If I
• consider that my last chance of survival, where would I be going? I don't
• really have anywhere to go. Besides, I'm still figuring out my mess and the
• reason I can't seem to remember anything. It's like my memory has been wiped
• out.   
• “That would be nice but you are a guest here. Please stay as
• long as you want. We are enough to keep the house clean anyway.” Gideon smiled
• at me.   
• However, no matter what they say I will help myself in
• serving these gentlemen. I'm not that thick-faced to take advantage of their
• kindness and hospitality. Perhaps, I will cook and clean here and
• there.   
• I finished eating. The food really tasted good. Sage is a
• better cook than me. That's for sure.   
• “Are you a vampire too?” I turned to Sage.   
• As he said earlier, he didn't count himself as one of the
• vampires so I'm assuming he's not one of them. Also, he did not look as pale as
• the other four. His eyes were alive unlike the four whose eyes were just I
• don't know... hollow?   
• “I'm a werewolf.” Sage replied.   
• “Damn, I can't believe I just said that line.” Sage cringed
• and let out a strained bark of laughter.   
• “That's fascinating.” My lips parted in
• awe.   
• Knowing that these people are all inhumane and predatory
• species did not scare me. It's like a familiar piece of information to my
• brain.   
• “What can you do then? Do you shift on full moons?” My tone
• couldn't hide the curiosity and amusement.   
• Sage let out a husky chuckle and yes it is sexy as hell. I
• saw a movement on my side. It was Izaac's intense gaze darted towards Sage like
• he's going to rip him open anytime now.   
• Daniel noticed that, “Uh, Feyre? Do you want to tend to your
• room?”   
• “I would love to!” I muttered a thank you before following
• Daniel up the stairs.   
• Everything here is so antique and dusty. Did Gideon say
• something about having enough people cleaning this house? He's a darn liar!
• This place needs serious cleaning.   
• Daniel beside me held back a laugh. I turned to him,
• bewildered if he's going crazy or what. His laughter erupted loudly that it
• almost echoed onto the whole second floor of this mansion.   
• “Are you alright?” I asked him  
• “Yes. I also agree. Gideon is a darn liar.” He wiped a tear
• from his eye, cackling.   
• My eyes widened. “Can you read my mind?”   
• If he does, I'm seriously dead. I'm the type of person who
• keeps their thoughts to themselves. So I kind of have a wide imagination. Ridiculous
• as I describe my mind.   
• “Something like that. I can hear thoughts.” Daniel
• explained   
• “Don't worry. I won't tell the others.” He winked, a smile
• stretched to his lips.   
• “You better not or just simply don't try to hear my thoughts
• again.” He only replied with a playful smirk. Is that a yes? Or maybe
• not.