I weakly opened my eyes, exposing them to the piercing sunlight. Lets just say it felt like somewhere between having alcohol poured into them or having them gouged out. "Fuck."
Shielding my face quickly, I got up, trying to find somewhere to hide from the light. My skin began to burn as I shuffled to a small shelter that I could just make out through squinted eyes. I grabbed the door handle, shaking it urgently, and tumbled inside. The door shut on it's own and instant relief floods my body. After blinking my eyes a couple of times, I look up to see a cold, dark room. The floor was chilly gray tile which felt great on the burns I developed. There was a long metal table in the middle of the room, surrounded by chairs. Lights were broken and dangling from the ceiling, and the room reeks of death, but it would do for now.
I pulled over one of the chairs and inspected the wounds when two things struck me: extreme hunger and the thought that I had not just burst into flames like a normal vamp would do. This was very strange. Even more surprisingly, I looked back down at the wounds, seeing the flaming pink skin start to dissolve into my regular pale color. What the fuck? And that was all I remember before hearing the door ram open and being clocked in the back of the head by a rather large object.
I wake up in the same room, a thick rope tied around me and one of the freezing metal chairs. A man, maybe a couple years younger than me, hovering a flashlight at my face. "Fuck, man," I grunt, and he sets it down. "Shut up. I'm the human here. You don't fucking talk unless I ask you too."
A growl rises in my throat, then I sigh,"Who are you? Why are you doing this?"
He walks over, pulling a chair out in front of me sitting down. "You should know very damn well who I am."
Fuck. The face hits me: Frank Iero. One of, if not, the most dangerous man out there when it comes to vamp hunting. "Shit," I groan.
"Then you do know who I am."
"Please, I-I'm not like them. It just happe-,"I stammer, and he cuts me off.
"I can see you're not like the rest of them. It's very... odd. You have the bite, but it still seems as if you have some control. And your eye color... it's not normal at all." I stretch my neck a little bit to try to make out my reflection in the metal table. My image appears deformed, like looking at your reflection through using a spoon, but I could very much see my abnormal eye color: Its a faded gray with regular pupils rather than a full on black chilling circle, like most had.
"But that still leaves me to decide whether to kill you or not, considering you still are at least part of them."
"I beg you, please-." He ignores me and picks up a handheld transceiver (walkie talkie) and starts to talk into it.
"I need some help on deciding for this one,"he sighs into the noisy object. I can hear two other voices arguing over something, and then one of them fully pick up. "Alright, we're coming."
He sets it down and picks up another object. A crossbow. I spot him loading it with not arrows, but long, narrow, sharp wooden spikes.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." the curses begin spilling out of my mouth. My breathing speeds up a bit. Trying to control it, I stop swearing and start counting quietly to ten, over and over again. He hears me repeat the exercise over and over and smirks a little.
"It seems as if you're still a little human, at least," Frank turns around and says.
"I guess so."

Notes

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florence and the machine lyrics for the title woo