Monday began as always. Grandpa ate a breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. Grandma woke me up at precisely twenty till seven. Dad was drinking coffee as I wolfed down a bowl of Chocolate Puffs and raced to get prepared for school. I brushed my hair and teeth, put on a pair of jeans and a top then raced outside to await the bus under the watchful gaze of my family.
Not once did my family mention Officer Shadowmin or his strange disappearance during the night.
The bus came and picked me up. After I took my assigned seat in the back, went towards its next stop.
The mindless chatter of fellow students filled the vehicle as it drove. Subjects ranging from the cutest guy in school to who got who pregnant were discussed around me. No one ever looked my way and this, too, was normal.
First period was Spanish and I flunked the daily quiz. Normal. Next period was SAT prep and I was bored. Very normal.
Then there was lunch, also known as forty-five minutes of doing absolutely nothing except eating ice-cream.
Only something wasn't normal. Joan wasn't there, the cashier was new, and all ten of the customers were dressed in black.
Uh oh, I thought casually glancing at the crowd. I'm in trouble.
For five minutes as I calmly ate my ice-cream cone, I wracked my brain for some solution to this problem. Of course the solution was simple.
Julian or Damon, if any of you can hear me give me a sign, I thought as hard as I could.
I thought you wanted to get on with your life? came a familiar amused voice.
Damon!
You have excellent hearing, you know that, I remarked.
Comes from being a vampire, what do you want.
I smothered a groan. Help would be nice.
You want my help, he said obviously plotting something. What is in it for me?
I finished my cone and snapped, Nothing. I'll handle this myself.
He replied just as I reached the door and felt a restraining hand on my arm, Ri--ght.
I turned and was suddenly staring at the business end of a gun held by one of the male customers.
"In the name of our gods, you will come with us." he then added, "Or else die right here."
I gulped as everyone stood up and began filing out the door. I calmly went after everyone, closely monitored by the gunman and followed the other nine people to a black van.
"Get inside." the gunman ordered me as another opened the back door.
I hopped inside and cowered on the floor as the door slammed shut behind me.
Tears of fear threatened to spill from my eyes as the van sped off and coven members began celebrating their successful kidnapping.
The Crone was going to be happy, they said, the Mother would be overjoyed. I tried to keep my mind off of everything around me and my eventual death that was beginning to be discussed but...
"How did the Mother say the sacrifice was going to be made?"
"The girl was going to be bled from her wrists and throat. Her life will be caught in the ceremonial chalice and the Crone and Mother will drink from her life, gaining the knowledge."
"The knowledge!" everyone whispered in awe.
"Damon, I'm going to kill you." I muttered right before being belted across the face with enough force to throw me across the van.
"Shut your mouth." my attacker shouted, "We will not allow you to summon your demonic protectors, thief."
"Thief?" I croaked barely lifting my head, sending jolts of pain across my jaw.
"You stole the knowledge our Mother and Crone rightfully beseeched." another person, from the sound of it a girl my age, answered.
Arguing the point that it was an accident seemed pointless. Instead, I took a nap hoping against hopes the runes of my dreams would be of help. Only, the shadows were back whispering about me.
"She has so much potential." they hissed.
"Potentials for a plaything." one cackled.
"Yes, but she *knows*. She has the possibility of summoning."
"She can enslave us!"
"We wouldn't escape like we did the old man."
"Trapped." they hissed. "Never!"
"Then she must die." one exclaimed sinisterly.
"Death to Olslin!" all of the shadows cried. It began echoing as the dream changed on its own accord.
I was now safely in my room with a girl slightly older than me. Her hair was extremely curly and red. I couldn't make out her eyes but it didn't matter. They were friendly, if not a bit disappointed.
"Rats. You're not who I'm looking for." She pouted.
"Who are you looking for? Maybe I can help." I replied.
She frowned, "I don't think you can help. I'm not looking for someone dead."
"I'm not dead." I paused, "Well not yet. Who might you be looking for."
The girl brightened instantly, "He's kinda cute in a dark way, a vampire, Italian, has a thing for expensive cars."
"Would you be looking for Damon Salvatore?" I said wryly.
"Yeah!" she exclaimed. "You met him? I'm Bonnie by the way. Where is he?"
"Damon is in California. He just got me kidnapped and soon to be killed."
Bonnie frowned and bit her lip, "That sounds little like him."
"Don't worry, I'll figure some way to get out of this mess. That's why I'm kinda-- drifting around."
A moment of silence passed between us.
"Guess I should let you drift." Bonnie said breaking the silence.
I shrugged, "Guess so."
"I'm going to email Shadow_reborn and tell him thanks for the help."
Shadow_reborn?! Don't tell me...
"Bonnie, do you know this person's name? I have a feeling I might know this person too." I demanded suddenly full of hope.
"I think he said his name was Julian or something."
Yes! Talk about luck!! "Bonnie, email Julian and tell him 'his little fly is caught in another spider's web.'"
Bonnie frowned, "Okay. Bye then."
She slowly faded from my room until I was left alone and then I awoke.
I judged I was asleep for about an hour. The van was still moving as the Asgard circle was still happily plotting my death.
"So when is the ceremony going to take place." A girl asked her coven.
The driver responded, "In two days. The Crone said the heavens will be in the exact alignment they were the night the Mother, Maiden and her had the ceremony before."
"Two more days to live.' I murmured and the air was knocked from my lungs by a kick in the stomach.
"Shut your mouth, thief." The attacker screamed. I had an idea.
"What are you going to get from killing me, huh?" I croaked.
I received another blow to the stomach as the person replied, "We get the glory of doing our gods work."
"Sounds like you're getting the bad end of the deal." I said, "The hag and mommy get *Ultimate Knowledge* while you get jack."
A series of kicks followed as the person screamed, "How dare you insult our Crone and Mother?"
"Ease up man" someone else said pulling my attacker off me, "You're going to knock her out."
"Too late" I groaned right before I drifted into unconsciousness.
So tell me, how am I doing so far?
Not once did my family mention Officer Shadowmin or his strange disappearance during the night.
The bus came and picked me up. After I took my assigned seat in the back, went towards its next stop.
The mindless chatter of fellow students filled the vehicle as it drove. Subjects ranging from the cutest guy in school to who got who pregnant were discussed around me. No one ever looked my way and this, too, was normal.
First period was Spanish and I flunked the daily quiz. Normal. Next period was SAT prep and I was bored. Very normal.
Then there was lunch, also known as forty-five minutes of doing absolutely nothing except eating ice-cream.
Only something wasn't normal. Joan wasn't there, the cashier was new, and all ten of the customers were dressed in black.
Uh oh, I thought casually glancing at the crowd. I'm in trouble.
For five minutes as I calmly ate my ice-cream cone, I wracked my brain for some solution to this problem. Of course the solution was simple.
Julian or Damon, if any of you can hear me give me a sign, I thought as hard as I could.
I thought you wanted to get on with your life? came a familiar amused voice.
Damon!
You have excellent hearing, you know that, I remarked.
Comes from being a vampire, what do you want.
I smothered a groan. Help would be nice.
You want my help, he said obviously plotting something. What is in it for me?
I finished my cone and snapped, Nothing. I'll handle this myself.
He replied just as I reached the door and felt a restraining hand on my arm, Ri--ght.
I turned and was suddenly staring at the business end of a gun held by one of the male customers.
"In the name of our gods, you will come with us." he then added, "Or else die right here."
I gulped as everyone stood up and began filing out the door. I calmly went after everyone, closely monitored by the gunman and followed the other nine people to a black van.
"Get inside." the gunman ordered me as another opened the back door.
I hopped inside and cowered on the floor as the door slammed shut behind me.
Tears of fear threatened to spill from my eyes as the van sped off and coven members began celebrating their successful kidnapping.
The Crone was going to be happy, they said, the Mother would be overjoyed. I tried to keep my mind off of everything around me and my eventual death that was beginning to be discussed but...
"How did the Mother say the sacrifice was going to be made?"
"The girl was going to be bled from her wrists and throat. Her life will be caught in the ceremonial chalice and the Crone and Mother will drink from her life, gaining the knowledge."
"The knowledge!" everyone whispered in awe.
"Damon, I'm going to kill you." I muttered right before being belted across the face with enough force to throw me across the van.
"Shut your mouth." my attacker shouted, "We will not allow you to summon your demonic protectors, thief."
"Thief?" I croaked barely lifting my head, sending jolts of pain across my jaw.
"You stole the knowledge our Mother and Crone rightfully beseeched." another person, from the sound of it a girl my age, answered.
Arguing the point that it was an accident seemed pointless. Instead, I took a nap hoping against hopes the runes of my dreams would be of help. Only, the shadows were back whispering about me.
"She has so much potential." they hissed.
"Potentials for a plaything." one cackled.
"Yes, but she *knows*. She has the possibility of summoning."
"She can enslave us!"
"We wouldn't escape like we did the old man."
"Trapped." they hissed. "Never!"
"Then she must die." one exclaimed sinisterly.
"Death to Olslin!" all of the shadows cried. It began echoing as the dream changed on its own accord.
I was now safely in my room with a girl slightly older than me. Her hair was extremely curly and red. I couldn't make out her eyes but it didn't matter. They were friendly, if not a bit disappointed.
"Rats. You're not who I'm looking for." She pouted.
"Who are you looking for? Maybe I can help." I replied.
She frowned, "I don't think you can help. I'm not looking for someone dead."
"I'm not dead." I paused, "Well not yet. Who might you be looking for."
The girl brightened instantly, "He's kinda cute in a dark way, a vampire, Italian, has a thing for expensive cars."
"Would you be looking for Damon Salvatore?" I said wryly.
"Yeah!" she exclaimed. "You met him? I'm Bonnie by the way. Where is he?"
"Damon is in California. He just got me kidnapped and soon to be killed."
Bonnie frowned and bit her lip, "That sounds little like him."
"Don't worry, I'll figure some way to get out of this mess. That's why I'm kinda-- drifting around."
A moment of silence passed between us.
"Guess I should let you drift." Bonnie said breaking the silence.
I shrugged, "Guess so."
"I'm going to email Shadow_reborn and tell him thanks for the help."
Shadow_reborn?! Don't tell me...
"Bonnie, do you know this person's name? I have a feeling I might know this person too." I demanded suddenly full of hope.
"I think he said his name was Julian or something."
Yes! Talk about luck!! "Bonnie, email Julian and tell him 'his little fly is caught in another spider's web.'"
Bonnie frowned, "Okay. Bye then."
She slowly faded from my room until I was left alone and then I awoke.
I judged I was asleep for about an hour. The van was still moving as the Asgard circle was still happily plotting my death.
"So when is the ceremony going to take place." A girl asked her coven.
The driver responded, "In two days. The Crone said the heavens will be in the exact alignment they were the night the Mother, Maiden and her had the ceremony before."
"Two more days to live.' I murmured and the air was knocked from my lungs by a kick in the stomach.
"Shut your mouth, thief." The attacker screamed. I had an idea.
"What are you going to get from killing me, huh?" I croaked.
I received another blow to the stomach as the person replied, "We get the glory of doing our gods work."
"Sounds like you're getting the bad end of the deal." I said, "The hag and mommy get *Ultimate Knowledge* while you get jack."
A series of kicks followed as the person screamed, "How dare you insult our Crone and Mother?"
"Ease up man" someone else said pulling my attacker off me, "You're going to knock her out."
"Too late" I groaned right before I drifted into unconsciousness.
So tell me, how am I doing so far?