The Alpha’s Desire 3(18)

 

 

 

This bed I was more or less paralyzed in, and couldn’t find it in myself to care, was in a loft, I found. Looking around, I saw that my room hung above what appeared to be a huge, modern loft apartment that had to be owned by some millionaire by the looks of it. I’d, of course, never seen the likes of such a place outside of images on the internet, but here I was among vast rooms filled with elegance that seemed unreal. The whole irony of that, given the events of the past days, brought the grunt of a small laugh to my lungs, though it died out without producing any real sound. I only felt the aftershocks of it ripple through me.

 

 

 

Eagerly now, I scanned what I could see below me. The main floor had an open floor plan with extremely high ceilings, enough to accommodate many open lofts above, circling the ceiling. Down there, as far as I could see, everything was in white or black with varying shades of grey, with the exception of the amethyst color that was sprinkled in here and there, making for a dramatic effect on each surface it graced. From a wealth of white leather couches and recliners strung around in a cozy order to furniture of glass and black wrought iron, and on to the stainless steel kitchen off to the far side, the place screamed money, a great display of wealth and modern good taste.

 

 

 

On the side, my loft bed was hung in what was a u-shape of similar loft bedrooms, easily fitting in underneath the vaulted ceilings here, too. While all the bedroom lofts were different, some similarities emerged, like the coverings on the walls behind the beds being actual sheets of metal, in a broad scope of styles, and still it all went together flawlessly, as only an interior designer could affect.

 

 

 

The place seemed to be empty, though. No people, or whatever the woman that had snatched me was, were anywhere. All beds I could see were made, and not a soul could be seen in the place. Again, fear hinted and then easily subsided. I amused myself, thinking that that alone, the fact that I couldn’t feel or hold onto the feelings or sensations of fear, should cause me to panic. But, I didn’t. Or, I couldn’t.

 

 

 

I attempted to sit up, but again, while I realized I could, getting my head just a few inches off the pillow proved exhausting. I dropped back down to the bed with a grunt followed by a moan. In seconds, six strangers appeared around my bed, their bodies forming from the blur that had quickly risen up after I’d made noise.

 

 

 

While my breath initially caught, it soon regulated to a smooth, shallow rhythm again. My heart beat light and slow like I didn’t have a care in the world, though some faint glimmer of a thought told it to overreact before I lost hold of the idea. No pain, no real prominent emotions, no will to move, I briefly wondered exactly what drug they’d used on me, as I couldn’t even manage the fear of what they would do to me next. The thought simply floated in and out of my consciousness before I could latch onto it properly, or as one would expect to do in such a situation.

 

 

 

As a slim woman sat down on my bed, a slight smile forming, I remembered her to be my fanged savior. I squinted as auras grew around all of them, bright but not white, more a grey that fit right into the surroundings. I’d not seen hers before, as we’d flown over the ground here, but now, the slight dull shimmer of it grew around her to match the others. All slim and rather pale, not as in angelic or ghostly, but just from a lack of sun or as an obsession with sun-covering would produce. If indeed vampires, they weren’t at first appearances as I’d have assumed they would be. Still, they stood there around my bed rather rigid and fierce, but not menacing. Maybe that was the mind-altering drugs, too.

 

 

 

“Where am I? What are you?” I managed, still laying there prone, somehow unable to appreciate this peaceful state that made no sense. “Why don’t I feel what I should? What did you do to me?”

 

 

 

“You are safe, and among friends... well, ‘allies’ is maybe a better term since you don’t know us,” the woman sitting on the bed said in a deep, soft voice. Comfort washed over me.

 

 

 

“Why do I not feel pain, or fear?”

 

 

 

“That is us. We are protecting you from both so you can rest here and heal.”

 

 

 

“You drugged me?” I calmly asked.

 

 

 

“No. Not exactly. All natural, I assure you. Please, do not worry yourself about it all now. Just rest. Know we are here to protect you, to help you. That is all that should concern you now, in this moment. I saved you. Keep that in mind. You sustained some injuries in your accident, and your body needs a little time for us to heal it.”