I do not own Twilight!
I could feel the sweat poreing up on my skin, a cold uncomfortable sensation that caused my heart to quake with fear. Yet, my body was not trembling from the situation, and I seemed almost calm despite my pardicament.
Taylor Swift's melody of Eyes Open played in the background, whether it was actually on a soundtrack somewhere in this forsaken room or rambling on in my head I am not really sure. And I do not even like T-Swift, or any other country music. Well...okay maybe a couple of her songs have a way of sneaking into your brain and clinging on for dear life, until the song begins to grow on you, but seriously. Not the least bit comical but this is what I seem to get. Fan-freaking-tastic.
Everybody's waiting
Everybody's watching
Even when you're sleeping
Keep your ey-eyes open
I am on all fours heaving my lungs out in a sea of darkness, then I notice a figure moving in the shadows. I glare at it, call it bravery or stupidity. Honestly, even I am not sure which it is anymore.
"What...do you...want...from...me?" What has caused me to be so winded? My mind cannot seem to conjure up the right answer to my current, nearly-asmatic condition. I just cannot seem to catch my breathe.
"Bring them in," the voice-clearly masculine-says in a domineering tone. The sound of a door creeks open and the sound of nails on pavement fills the silence, while a musty, woodland scent fills the air. I shiver.
Everybody's waiting for you to breakdown
Everybody's watching to see the fallout
Even when you're sleeping, sleeping
Keep your ey-eyes open
Keep your ey-eyes open
Keep your ey-eyes open
The sound is getting closer and I hear heavy breathing, animalistic and almost...dog-like. And then I am able to make out the two figures approaching me in the darkness. I swallow because this cannot be real, yet, the figures come closer with snapping jaws and saliva dripping.
Keep your feet ready
Heartbeat steady
Keep your eyes open
"What do...you...want?" I ask, trying so hard to remain calm but the terror is now overwhelming. I want to scream, to fight, to do something. Anything but lay here without the ability to get up. Helpless.
"What do I want?" the man asks, coldly. He laughs. "What do I want?" He repeats, still laughing.
"Yes," I say with feigned attitude. "I do not believe I stuttered."
His laugh cuts off sharply, and silence strikes me hard in the face. "Little girl," he growls. Seriously, I am not even joking or exagerating, he really growled. If I was not certain he would run at me and rip my face off I would have laughed. Actually, I kind of did. Laugh, I mean.
"Old man," I growl back. Well I at least I attempt to growl, but it comes out more like a mocking squeak. Hardly intimidating. Though it causes the man to come closer and my eyes adjust to his revealed form in the dimmed lighting, while his back is outlined by darkness.
From the features I notice-which is not much-the man is not really old per say. But the "old man" comment seemed to hit a nerve because he looked pissed.
"Maybe you need to be taught a lesson before I drag some answers out of you, you seem to need to learn some respect for your superiors." A chill runs down my spine, and I hear the scaping of nails on pavement and animal sounds getting closer.
I want to make a smart comment but my mouth has become dry with fear, while my tongue just sticks with anticipation.
Keep your aim locked
The night goes dark
Keep your eyes open
"Superiors?" I ask, spitting out the word like it offered an awful taste in my mouth.
"Yes." I can almost hear the smile hinted in his tone, and when I glace at him I find myself faced with a cruel, predatory smile. "Something you apparently no nothing about. But do not worry, you will learn soon enough."
I begin to make out a retort, however, I find myself rudly interrupted.
"Kane. Abel." He calls the names out into the darkness, and for a moment there is a long silence. "Teach her. Now."
Then darkness begins fraying the edges of my vision, and I am dropped onto my stomach. Unable to get up, or produce any movement as the growling and stench clouds around me. I hear teeth snapping, and I squeeze my eyes shut as something warm and wet drips onto right shoulder. With a shiver for me, the slimy warmth trails down to my back, the horrible substance soaking through my shirt.
Suddenly-so quick I almost cried out is surprise-I feel a different kind of heat on the skin of my back. Pain shoots through me, hot and sharp. God it hurts, or else my mind thinks it should hurt because my body only feels the strange numbness.
Keep your eyes open.
And then I am swallowed into the sea of darkness.