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His eyes opened groggily not letting up much a view, above him Mitchell saw a flat cage ceiling…cage? He bolted upright. Panicking he looked around Annie and George had been with him, then there were vampires. And a bat, yes a bat, he tenderly felt the lump on the back of his head. There was dried blood encrusting on his unruly curls. They'd been attacked. 'Annie, George!' he shouted but his throat was hoarse and dry.
He hoped they were okay, sitting up he shook the cage door testing its hold, against his vampire strength unfortunately it held firm, he was about to try again when a voice called from its shadows. 'Sorry about the cage, only it seemed more convenient, if you weren't locked up I fear you would only struggle and fight'. He new who it was immediately. 'Herrick, where are they'. He shouted pounding his fists up against the bar. 'Oh, do open your eyes'. Mitchell followed Herrick's eyes to the left there was a wall made of glass, it was sound proof. There on the floor as tied up as Mitchell was the werewolf and ghost he dearly loved, he couldn't help a sigh of relief passing through. George saw him looking and tried shouting louder but to no avail he couldn't hear a word.
'What do you want Herrick, I all ready told you im not coming back'. He said it so determinedly Herrick chuckled, leaning down out of arms reach of the cage he whispered. 'It's not a choice Mitchell, you going on the wagon? It's pathetic a hopeless waste of time. You will never be able to do it. In fact that's why you're here, to show yourself and your little pets what a real monster you are…under the right conditions'. An evil smile lurked onto his lips, 'lets get started shall we make you a little…thirsty'.
Horror struck Mitchell in the gut like a wrestling punch. They were going to make him kill…in front of George and Annie. 'No! Herrick you can't…I won't'. Another laugh
'Seth! Bring her in'. A door clanked on the other side of the room, Seth strolled in a smile just as obscene as Herrick's on his face. He was shoving a girl in front of him; her hair was long and blonde, her mouth bound by a tatty piece of cloth. He knew what they were going to do now. Bleed her probably out side of the cage, and then they would let her into Mitchell…to her death.
Mitchell crawled backwards away from the girl he huddled up into the corner of the cage and held his breathe, 'no, no, no, no!' he repeated it over and over, he took a glance at his friends. Annie was crying clearly catching onto what they were going to make him do. Mitchell hoped, he just hoped his practice of being on the wagon helped…