Chapter 12

+laurel's point~of~view+ I don't know why, but I always get these disturbing feelings. Some of them are unbearable and some of them feel like they're going to get the better of me. I have spent most of my time pacing or just trying to dream this all away. But, I know either of them won't solve this problem. The cell on the right side of mine is empty, but I get this intention that it won't stay that way for long. I was sitting down on the chilly floor when I heard chains rattling and rough murmuring of the guards. My eyes turned watery when I tried to look through the dark from all the dust that overwhelmed me. The reverberating sound of the old cell door opening and slamming shut made me jump to my feet. I heard low obscenities coming from the now occupied cell and I slowly sauntered over. As I drew closer, I could tell that whoever it was had medium hair with blonde on the top and ebony on the bottom. His eyes were like a predator's, deep, dark, evil. His clothes were in ruins and chains caught up his wrists, ankles and throat. He must have scented my presence since he lifted his head to glare. Nervousness caught me and I started to tremble. I managed to get out, "Hello." He gave a small smile, "Hello." What a nice smile! "I am Laurel. What is your name?" I asked softly. "Amir," he replied, pulling at his throat restraint. "Why did they put chains on you?" I asked, appearing nosy. "Because, I escaped once and they think I will again," Amir answered, "But, believe me, I think they robbed me of all chances of ever escaping again." His voice didn't carry the shyness it had before. Now, it had gloominess in it. Through the dimness, I saw wounds and bruises on Amir's heart stopping face. They ABUSED him! Anger broiled in me. What right do they have abusing us when we did nothing wrong to their "almighty" wench? Even though vampires had the sleight of hand of healing immediately, they could not if they were battered to a pulp!... to be continued...