Bill had been reeling through his mind again and again about memories that kept flashing through his mind in words, pictures, voices. He couldn't associate one thing from another, frustratingly he kept the memory of .......Jess.....Jessica. He could see many things flash through his mind as a film reel.
The water dripping echoed the eerie silence of the basement that had become his prison, the thick concrete walls that seemed to close in around him, finding it hard to concentrate. Several empty bottles had begun to pile up around him as he paced back and forth, his feet dragging across the concrete floor. His skin itched with the un-comfort of the clothes that he had been provided with by the woman who visited him frequently to deliver the warm bottles of blood.
Wearing a figure hugging long sleeved black cotton shirt, and some loose fitted navy blue trousers that flared at his ankles and a pair of black slip on's that he found to be very uncomfortable. He could still picture his hands wrapping around the throat of the one that he had named Jessica. Her body shaking violently beneath his own body as she grappled with his and she tried to escape him.
"Bill......Bill....I have more blood for you. Eric said you need to drink more"
His train of thought was interrupted by high heeled shoes clicking down the stairs.
"Where are ya?"
Her voice etched around him as she caught him standing by a concrete pillar.
"Jesus, Judas pie...You scared the life out of me" her voice screeched, her hands trembling, shaking the bottle of blood in her hand.
"I apologize...I did not mean to frighten you"
"That's alright....Just make a noise next time"
Bill sped over so that he now stood in front of her, capturing her eyes into his own, pulling her mind into his.
"I have to go out for a while. You have not seen me...Do you understand?"
Hypnotically she replied "Yes"
"Good...Now leave"
Hypnotically she replied "Yes"
With the bottle of blood still in her hand, she turned to leave as Bill continued to follow in pursuit. He had to leave, he felt as though he was suffocating in this room, confined to an empty cell for a crime he could not remember and was not sure he wanted to remember. He felt something that he could not describe deep within his core, fear. But it was not his own, it was someone else's. And he had to find out who.