Ok Chappy two! So the first chapter was kinda basically the same as the movie, but as this story progresses it will develop diversity and I intend to fill in all the blanks as to what really happens on the train. Dun dun dun… lol anyhoo, enjoy and don't forget to review!

Disclaimer: I do not own priest! Cause obviously if I did Black Hat would totally win. (My friend thinks he died, but no he's comin back. Sequel anyone?)

My eyes fluttered open. The floor was cold underneath me. I groaned pushing myself to a seated position, rubbing my forehead I looked around. I was in a rusty metal cage, in a dark room. The walls were moist and almost looked green in the dim light. I could see a spot where the wood had begun to rot away. I wrinkled my nose, it smelt like something had died under the floorboards and no one had bothered to remove it. I struggled to remember what had happened. I recalled the attach on our house, mother shoving Lucy and I into the cellar. Then… then someone had come down after the fighting had stopped. I remembered screaming. The man had tried to grab my arm and I punched him in the face. I looked down at my hand; the knuckles were bruised and sore. Lucy! I thought suddenly. Whirling around I found her lying in a similar cage next to me. Crawling over to the bars I reached through and shook her.

"Lucy!" I hissed. She made a reluctant noise but rolled slightly and looked up at me. As soon as her eyes met mine she started. Sitting up fast and almost hitting her head on the roof of the cage she looked around franticly.

"Lucy." I said calmly trying to keep my voice steady. She turned to me tears streaking her face.

"Mom? Dad?" she asked nervously. My heart tugged painfully and it took all my will power not to burst into tears. I swallowed shaking my head sadly. Lucy put her hands over her face and began to cry. I was about to reach out to her but I saw something move out of the corner of my eye.

"Lucy shush." I hissed and when I had her attention I pointed to the pale little man that was starring at us. He was crouched low to the floor, with rags covering his bleached body. His head was bald and feverish blue eyes watched us. Lucy made a small gasp and moved to the back of her cage, pushing up against the bars. The man crept closer and then ran up to us. I shuffled back as his arm shot through and tried to grab me.

"Come on now…" he whispered excitedly, racing around to Lucy, who scampered away. "Don't be shy." He ran back over and seized my arm pulling me up against the metal. I screamed and grabbed hold of his wrist digging my nails into his skin. He growled at me and I was just about to punch him in the jaw when suddenly a hand took hold of his shoulder and threw him across the room. A dark figure stepped forward taking the familiar's place, I couldn't see his face but I knew he was the same one I had to blame for the bruises on my hand.

"That's no way to treat a lady." He said moving closer.

"Let us go." Lucy whimpered.

"You're here for your own protection," he replied. "If I let you out, you'll be torn apart." I moved closer to where he was standing and glared up at him. I wasn't sure if he could see me in the low light but I didn't care.

"My uncles a priest." Lucy said shaking slightly. "He'll come after us."

" Really, and what makes you so sure?"

"He'll come after us." I said as boldly as I could. "He'll come after you!" he knelt down in front of me until our gazes were level. I could see his face now, deep; crimson gold eyes stared at me through the metal cage. He placed his hands on the bars right next to mine. My grip tightened, knuckles turning white.

"Now that's something I'm absolutely counting on." As he spoke I saw long fangs almost glowing in the dim light. He smiled; my heart began to beat faster. Something changed, his eyes got darker, and I was almost certain he could hear the blood rushing throughout my body. He stood staring down at me. Then turning around and waving a hand at the shivering man on the floor, he left. Lucy quickly moved closer reaching through the bars. She was shaking violently; I shifted extending my arm and took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Mother and Father were most certainly dead, I was pretty sure that we were going to die too. But I could never let Lucy hear my thoughts; I had to give her hope even if it is false. I will die before I let anything happen to her. Oh please uncle, hurry up and find us.