Being A Vampire's Slave

Chapter 23: Hidden Identity

Chapter 23: Hidden Identity

Rene POV

Janice slumps into a chair, her head cradled in her hands, the weight of everything overwhelming. I feel lost and confused, the chaos swirling around us like a storm. I turn to her, determination in my voice. "We need to talk to Jack."

Janice looks up, her eyes meeting mine, and she nods. "We need to get to the basement where they're keeping him," I say.

"No problem," she smiles, a glimmer of her old self shining through. "I can trace his scent." Janice rises, and I follow her. We find the basement door, but it's secured with a scanner. Of course, vampires and their tech. Janice places her hand on the scanner, and with a beep, the light turns green, and the door opens. She turns, grinning. "Piece of cake."

We step into the dark, damp basement, the air thick with tension. Our eyes adjust to the gloom, and there he is—Jack, tied to a chair, his head hanging low. As we approach, he lifts his head, revealing a fresh bruise on his face.

"Jack?" I whisper, my voice trembling.

His eyes widen in shock. "Rene? What are you doing here? You'll get in trouble if they find you."

"We know, but we had to take the risk," Janice says, her voice firm.

"Jack," I say, stepping closer, my heart pounding. "How do you know so much about vampires?"

Jack looked at me with an unreadable expression. "I've been here for a long time, Rene. You know that."

Janice and I exchanged glances, then turned our attention back to him. "Have you been completely honest with me?" I asked, my voice tinged with doubt.

Jack's eyes widened in disbelief. "C'mon, Rene. Have you let those monsters get inside your head too? Do you trust them?" His voice grew louder, causing me to flinch.

I wasn't sure what to believe anymore. Jack's words echoed in my mind, but the inconsistencies in his knowledge gnawed at me. He knew too much, things he shouldn't have known. He was hiding something. I stepped closer, pulling out an object from my pocket and holding it up for him to see. His eyes betrayed him immediately.

"Where did you get that?" he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of fear and curiosity.

"It's yours, isn't it?" I stated firmly. Jack's gaze flickered between me and the gun, conflict evident in his eyes. Slowly, he nodded.

"Rene, how did you get that?" he asked, astonishment coloring his tone.

I hesitated, debating whether to reveal the truth, but Janice interjected, "That bitch Dana had it."

"Way to go, Janice," I thought, feeling a mix of relief and frustration.

"Dana? That's not possible, Janice. How could she sneak into my room and know where I keep my things? Plus, why would she?" Jack's confusion was palpable.

"Jack, believe me, I don't know how she did it or why, but one thing is for sure—she has a motive. She told Janice and me that she'll be back very soon to see us." I said, my voice laden with worry. What could Dana be planning?

Jack sat there, still confused, and Janice growled in frustration. "Look, I'll give you the short version," she said. "Dana, the bitch, went psycho on us and shot Rene, Sherry, and me. She killed me and almost killed Rene and Sherry. Not too long ago, she found us and pointed a gun at me, saying she wanted to return something."

"And that something was the gun. Your gun she claimed," I said, finishing Janice's explanation. Jack's expression twisted into one of confusion and disbelief.