The Vampire Hunter

Chapter Fifteen

I put the letter down and sat on the end of my bed. Was this really happening? My own family had left me. I mean, they were coming back for me. But if they want me to defend myself, it would've been useful to have left me a defence weapon or two. So it was up to me and Baelen to save Lloyd. Us versus the four most powerful vampires alive. That sounds fair.

"What's wrong?" Baelan asks, coming up the stairs and into my room. He sits down next to me on my bed, reading the letter.

"Oh." He says, answering his own question.

"So what do we do now? We can't go against them, just the two of us." I say, looking at the floor.

"Lloyd's always been better at making friends than me. But I do know a few people. Whether they will help or not. I don't know." He replies, scratching his head.

I nod in agreement. Any help we could get was good. Great even.

"I'll go and make a few calls." He says as he gets up, walking downstairs.

Lloyd's P.O.V

I'd lost track of time. I didn't even know what day it was, how long I'd been here or whether it was daytime outside. Joseph had come and gone, checking with his siblings over the whereabouts of Leila's family, I suppose. It was getting harder and harder to keep my eyes open. I was dreary. My wounds hadn't healed. And they wouldn't heal unless I had blood. Blood. I was so hungry. Even hungrier than I had been before. All the stabbings I'd had were making me want blood even more. Even turning my head was becoming an effort. So eventually, I just sat there, with my head drooping. There was no light in the dungeon. I think it was slowly turning me insane. And what was worse was that Joseph deliberately left a glass of blood right in front of me, out of reach. I had been trying and trying to break through the chains.

But all of my strength had worn away.

I was completely powerless.