Paranoia

The sound of beeping made me think that I was in a hospital. All safe and sound. But then reality hit me. Hard. In my arm. This is no hospital. This isn't safe. I'm not just any human. I'm what humans would call me…a prostitute. Okay thats the biggest lie i will ever tell. I'm trapped in the abyss. I'm not allowed to move and I can't anyway. I'm a fang-banger (I hate the word) basically I give blood, parts of my soul (literally) and sex to stupid disgusting creeps called vampires.
This stupid beeping thing is the only thing keeping me alive. my heart just produce enough blood because vamps keep coming in here and taking more. Damn bastards! I've been here since I was 15 that was 3 years ago (okay nearly) when I'm 18 they will turn me whether I like it or not. I'm given the choice everyday, by the same damn person. My brother, Demi. He's 24 but he turned 5 years ago, it wasn't long before they found me.
A dark shadow lingers over my lifeless-ish body, watching me intensely. Not that I can go anywhere, I'm chained to this damned bed because I've (nearly) escaped. That was…urmmm….adventurous. And fun.
"What do you want?" I choke.
"You know exactly what I want, little sis."