When I awoke it was the smell that caught me by surprise. It didn't smell like my apartment, it smelt like moisture.
The chill that hung in the air gave it away before I even opened my eyes. I was in a cellar of some sort. But when I came to, I realized it was a jail cell.
"Hello?" I called, there was no answer.
I scrambled to my feet and went to the bars. I closed my eyes and envisioned the door opening. When I could hear the click of the lock, I opened my eyes to find myself free.
I smiled to myself as I walked out into the small hallway. There were stairs up to a steel door. What kind of a criminal did they think I really was?
I had no part in what Marnie did, I refused. Sadly, just me being in the circle gave it what necessary fuel it needed. Other than that I did nothing at all, didn't have the guts, nor the hate for it.
The steel door wouldn't seem like such a threat if there weren't heavily armed men on the other side of it.
I made the door fly open, the power that came from me was so fueled by fear, the door almost came off the hinges.
The men rushed in as I hid behind the stairs. When the men went to my cell I ran up the stairs.
"Stop!" One of the men warned. I just kept running.
When I saw the doors that led outside I sped up. Before I could make it a strikingly white man stepped in front of me. His hair a lovely chocolate brown, his face handsome.
I noticed him a second to late, I slammed into him and fell to the floor.
"I see you've hoodwinked my men." He said with a deep southern accent.
"I see you've locked me up in your basement for no good reason." I snapped.
"No good reason?" I heard the voice of the tall blond vampire behind me, his strong hands were on my waist as he picked me up.
"Yes, I didn't do anything." I pleaded.
"Maim, I can assure you. We have just contained you until we could reason with you, it was for our safety, really." The brown haired vampire said. He gestured to what looked like an office from where I stood.
I walked into the office, then the other two vampires joined me. I sat in the chair that faced the desk.
"I am Mr. Compton, you may call me Bill. And this is Mr. Northman." Bill said with a polite tone.
"You can call me Eric, little witch." Eric whispered into my ear.
"Now, it seems we have certain matters to discuss. But, you've been asleep for a good while. If you need to go to the restroom, or if you're hungry, or thirsty." Bill seemed to be playing good cop.
By the pain that still stung in my neck, I could already tell Eric would be handling the role of bad cop.
"No, I'm fine." I lied, I had to do all of those things. How long had I been out?
"Alright, we know from some inside information that you are a…true witch?" Bill said unsurely.
"Meaning that I was born with powers, I didn't have to practice witchcraft." I shook my head at the fact.
"So you are confirming that you are a true witch?" Bill asked raising his eye brows.
"Yes, I am." I stated nodding my head. "May I take my leave now?" I asked getting up.
Eric put his hands on my shoulders and sat me back down. "No, little witch." He said.
"I have a name you know." I muttered. Bill looked interested as to what it was. "Silver, is my name." I said bluntly.
"Silver, I brought you here to inquire about a job." Bill said taking a breath. He continued. "I have many vampires in my kingdom, a few shape shifters, and even a telepath. But, now I could really use a true witch." He said plainly smiling at me.
"No, no, hell no!" I screamed at myself in my mind. But what really came out to the two vampires was.
"Okay." Oh-fucking-kay? Really Silver?
Bill nodded. "Great, I'll be making preparations for your housing and your duties." He said.
"For now, Mr. Northman will be looking after you for the night and during the day I will arrange for someone else to take over." Bill said.
"Wait, why do I need to be looked after?" I asked him. He met my eyes.
"It seems we're not the only people looking for you Miss. Hart." Bill said. I realized I hadn't told him my last name. But he already knew me, and what I was anyway. No reason to fuss.