It was close to a week since she got kidn*pped and tied. Her kidnappers were very familiar to her. Leila knew what they wanted. But she was not going to give it up. There was no killer instinct in Lydia's eyes who was the frequent visitor, as for the loose cannon of a vampire she was not sure. If only she could hold on a little longer, there was hope Amelia was coming to her. Every day was like the same day. Lydia came gave her food tried to conceive her to spill some of Amelia’s secret then left. That day things had changed, she was tied but the barrier was down and it was past her usual time. In her head it only meant one thing; they were tired of begging her to speak the next thing that was coming was death. She was getting cold feet when she heard a rumbling sound.
"Who's there?" she
