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Later that day,(or was it night?) a maid came into Shea's room again, carrying a shopping bag. She was no more than 24, with blonde hair pulled back in a tight bun, and she was dressed just like the other maid who had come in before her. She placed the bag on the sofa next to Shea before backing up towards the door again.

'The Master wants you to put this on and be ready to come downstairs in 20 minutes. You're to meet with the council tonight. He said that if you wanted, I could do your hair for you quickly… however, if your not comfortable with that, it is the same to him.' She shifted nervously from one foot to the other, as if she were afraid Shea was going to spit fire or something.

'No.. I don't think that I do, but thank you for the offer anyway… because I've decided that I'm not going.' Something about the girl drew Shea in, not for the same reasons that Jason had, with his almost hypnotizing eyes and smile, but because this girl was a human girl just like herself.

'Unfortunately miss, you don't have a choice about whether or not you go. He told me to warn you that failing to do what he wanted will only result in pain.'

'Oh so they're still on the pain and death threats are they: Well, go back to your master and tell him that I don't feel like a party today.'

Shea turned her back on the maid and walked over to the fire which never seemed to die. She heard the door close and turned around quickly to se what was in the bag the maid had brought. Reaching her hands in, she felt a light, silky material sliding against her fingers. When she lifted it out of the bag, Shea saw that it was a short, clingy black dress, with a halter top, leaving her shoulders and halfway down her back exposed. The neckline was low, but not too revealing. She reached back into the bag a pulled out a pair of black strapped heels that fit the dress perfectly. Whoever had picked the outfit out certainly had a good fashion sense. But she wasn't going to but told when and what she had to wear! Did they think she was some kind of doll?

Shea had tried to avoid thinking about what Jason had told her about Meg, but now her thoughts strayed towards her sister. It was true, Shea hadn't seen Meg in a couple of days, but there hadn't been any reason to worry; or so Shea had thought. What did the want with her sister? Well, if they thought Shea was going to be the way they got to Meg, they were utterly mistaken.

Standing there, it finally hit Shea what had happened to her. These… Things (Shea still didn't know what to believe)… had kidnapped her! She was stuck in a locked room, in a house that she didn't know. They had taken her away from her family; her life.

Shea sank to the floor, her knees giving out form under her. The ears came, hot and wet, rolling down her cheeks in streaks. When she put her head in her hands, Shea could feel the bruise on her face from Jason hitting her. The sobs racked through her body as she tried to cry out all her emotions.

So absorbed was Shea that she didn't hear a key being inserted into the locked door and turned. However, when the door flew open with such a power it hit the wall and left a hole where the doorknob hit, she looked up, startled and fearful.

A man of about 28 stood in framed in the doorway. He was wearing a completely black suit, with black hair and a clean shaven face. But his eyes, like Jason's, drew her attention. They were deep crimson, anger shooting form them so strong, Shea could almost feel them penetrating her skin.

She hastily whipped her cheeks and stood up, backing towards the wall slightly. This man gave off a presence that made you afraid, and his face radiated anger.

'Melissa has told me that you don't find it necessary to obey you orders.' The man stepped into the room and advanced on Shea, who bumped into the back wall. She was terrified more than she had ever been. But she didn't want to be pushed around like a puppet on strings.

'No. I don't. And I am not going to do anything that I don't want to.' Shea hoped that he didn't hear the shake in her voice.

Before she knew what as happening, Shea found herself flying across the room onto the sofa. Her head snapped back, and her legs hit the edge with such force she heard a thud which resulted in a throbbing pain.

'What did you just say to me?' He hissed, standing over her with those angry eyes.

When Shea didn't answer, but just looked away, his hand hit her face with such force her head snapped to the side. It had felt like a stone slapping her, and it brought tears to her eyes and a whimper out of her mouth.

'Answer me'

'N-nothing. I-I didn't say anything.' Stuttered Shea. Her jaw heart as she moved her mouth to talk.

'Good, that's what I thought. I will have you know that I do not tolerate rudeness in this house. Now, if you would be so kind as to join us downstairs.' It was a statement, not a question. 'I am going to wait outside the door, and if you don't come out dressed in five minutes, you are going to be severely sorry.' He stalked out of the room, still looking angry.

Shea saw no other choice but to do what she had been told. She slowly got up off the couch, her legs throbbing painfully, and a headache forming form where she had been hit. Reaching up, Shea could feel a lump forming over her previous bruise form Jason, and pulling her hand down, there was blood on her fingertips. She must have a cut by her hair.

Shea slowly put on the dress and heels, trying not to hurt herself too much.

She walked unsteadily to the door, but she was determined to show strength, not weakness to her captor. For this was the man that Shea had heard talking with Jason earlier. As she opened the door, she ignored the pains and walked out to the man.

He gripped her arm in such a way that it almost might have looked like they were walking as a couple, but the grip he had on her was too tight, and she knew there was nothing friendly about his touch.

They walked down the hallway and reached a staircase, which led down to a large hall. A set of French doors stood to their left and she was pulled roughly through them.

Before her was a large room that had elevated seating, almost like a movie theatre. A stage was set up instead of a screen however. It was this stage the two had entered on to. And seated in the seats, facing them, at least fifty of the most beautiful men and women Shea had ever seen. However, each one had a set of eyes that stood out black against their pale skin. And all eyes were on her.