A Fanged Secret

Chapter 1

I awake from a long slumber my gaze locked on the white ceiling above me. My body frigid, and cold as ice. I am paralyzed, unable to think,  my memory is askew, and I can't remember what caused me to lay there completely stiff and dazed. I close my eyes once more and my nerves start to crawl, like a spider, surrounding me in its dense, silky web. As I search my memory for any traces of what had occurred I hear hushed voices to my left, they're on the other side of the wall. I peel open my eyelids again and tilt my head to see a large, wooden door. It's reinforced, metal traces its edges and heavy-duty locks seem to have been installed. The wall that surrounds the door is an uncomfortable hue of yellow, and shelves look to have been installed to make use of the once-empty space, if you can even call them that. They just look to be two-by-fours that have been badly drilled and stapled on. Broken machines, boxes of gloves, and many other odd items clutter the long wooden planks. I glance back at the door and realize that the mysterious voices are getting louder,

"You brought her here, you talk to her!" One snaps, the tone of the deep voice hostile and unfriendly, most likely male. I hear another person sigh a heavy breath then light begins to seep through the overly secure door. I slightly lift my head to get a better look, my entire body shrieking at me, telling me to lay still. It's as if a million pins were poking and prodding me all at the same time. What I wouldn't give to take this pain away. I close my eyes and drop my head back down onto the pillow that my head was resting upon. Footsteps fill my eardrums, but I'm too exhausted to speak to whoever is now towering above me. As I study his figure he takes out a small flashlight. He's tall, and light-skinned, his eyes shine a deep, forest green. His wild, dark brown locks are grown, covering his neck, and grazing his broadly built shoulders. Stubble lines his chiselled jaw, yet the long navy blue shirt that is torn in many spots and black jeans held up by a worn-down brown belt make him look filthy. He continues to tower over the bed and I catch the slightest smell of cigarettes emanating off his clothes.

"My apologies if I startled you," he says, turning on the miniature flashlight and shining it into my right eye. I wince and he chuckles, "at least we know you aren't dead, right?" He smiles and shoves the light back into his jean pocket. "Do you want me to let you sleep, or are you alright to talk for a bit?" His voice is calm and soothing, I blink at him and raise my head from the pillow once again, pain still making its way through my body. "Hey, there's no need for that," he turns and puts a hand under the bed and pulls a lever that raises its head into a sitting position. I take in a sharp breath of air,

"Where am I?" I grumble, my voice dry and my eyebrows furrowing as he sits on the bed near my feet.

"You are in the hospital, well, what's left of a hospital," His hands are fidgeting as he continues,  "do you have any recollection of what happened?" I look at him and then at the other walls of the room, it's a hospital room all right. The wall to my right is mainly large glass windows, looking out onto the wreckage of what used to be a city below. It's too dark to make out many details, but it's definitely a mess out there. I lock my gaze to the window, puzzled, what could have gotten me here, and why couldn't I remember? "We found you lying in a back alley, you were being chased by one of those creatures." Looking back at him I ask,

"What do you mean creatures?" I choke out as he ruffles his callused covered hand through his hair. 

"So you don't have any idea of what happened then," his face turns weak, like if he were to explain any further it would cause him great pain. My gaze shifts back to the window and then down to the bed, I drag my hands out from under the thin, pale blue blanket and rest them on my lap. They are covered in small poorly concealed cuts, the only thing covering them is a thin layer of bandage and gauze. Specs of blood had dried to the thin cloth in whatever amount of time I'd been paralyzed in this bed.