"Dea Imogen solvo vestri phasmatis huic somes sic vos may plumbum utor iterum. Dea Imogen solvo vestri phasmatis huic somes sic vos may plumbum utor iterum." My hearing started to work again. All I heard was the same voices with the same phrase repeating over and over again, 'dea Imogen solvo vestri phasmatis huic somes sic vos may plumbum utor iterum'. Then my other senses started to return. The smell of blood was thick in the air. Then I could feel the coldness of a stone floor underneath me and the gentleness of silk on me. Then my vision finally started to return. As I opened my eyes I could see men (well, vampires but they were men once) in a circle around me. Each of them holding a candle. I didn't know what to do. If I moved then they would know that I was awake. If I didn't they might do something thinking that I was still asleep. "You and you, hold her, she's waking up." Well, at least I don't have to make a decision now about what to do. Two men that were dressed in black (what is it with these people and black?) came over to me and picked me up by the upper arms. I was too weak to stand up so my feet were off the ground. I looked at the floor to see a pentagram painted in blood. Then I saw a girl about my age with long blond hair and a white silky dress the same as mine (but mine was in black) chained to a wall. She would have looked dead if I could not see the pain in her eyes. I got turned to face a side of the pentagram, to see a man who was holding a different colour candle. It was a silver candle. A man made me walk over to the man holding the candle and pulled out from his pocket a bottle of blood and a lighter. He tipped some blood on his finger tip and drew a pentagram on his forehead whilst saying, "Per is vestigium ego dico Imogen ut orbis per per suus elementum ventus" Then he was lighting his candle and saying "In nomen nostri dea Imogen." I recognised that the language that he was speaking - It was Latin. I had begun to learn Latin at school so I understood some of what he was saying. Something about a circle and their Goddess Imogen and wind. Then he moved over to the next point in the pentagram where a guy was holding a red candle. He did the same as with the other candle but this time he said fire instead of air (Note to self: If I get out of this alive say sorry to Latin teacher for telling her that I will never use Latin) and then we moved round the circle again and this time it was a blue candle and he said water instead of fire or wind. At this point I knew what he was doing. I had learnt about it in history (Damn, that was another teacher I would have to say sorry to). It was a ceremony that the evil (or good but if you practiced magic in the olden times you were considered evil) had used. Next he was going to summon earth. So he did. He walked over to a green candle and did the same thing but said earth. Then I got scared as he started to walk towards me. And then I realised that the last candle (the spirit candle) was in front of me. He started say a weird saying that wasn't in Latin. I could tell it was a lot older then Latin. He dipped his thumb in the pot of blood and started putting his hand near my head. I struggled as much as possible (I was not going to have that poor girl's blood on me if I could help it) but I had lost a lot of blood and I soon felt lightheaded. I surrendered and he painted the pentagram on my head. Then he lit the candle. Suddenly I felt a surge of power head through my veins. I felt like I was being electrocuted. then I suddenly smelt burning. I looked down and the palms of my hands were going black. I was being electrocuted! I opened my mouth to scream but no sound came out. Then a strange sensation came over me. I stopped feeling like my heart was going to rip out of my chest, I felt weightless. Then I saw it. I saw my feet not touching the ground and it felt so....right. Then the pain hit again, only this time it was twice as painful. I dropped to the ground with a thump, welcoming the stone cold floor as it came. Everyone suddenly started leaving. They closed a large wooden 18th century looking door but did not lock it. Then I heard the girl crying, so I struggled to my feet. I felt my knees buckle underneath me but I grabbed a stone pillar and held myself up. I slowly limped over to the girl when something grabbed my attention. The key for the chains was only about 10 feet away from her. So I grabbed the key from the hook and unchained her. She fell to the floor and I sank down beside her. She put her head on my shoulder and cried so hard that I started to cry with her.