Chapter Two
Sarah yawned and moved into a more comfortable position in the car seat. They'd stolen mom's car and headed out of the house at midnight, careful not to make any more noise than necessary. They'd finally gotten into the car and out of the driveway. It'd been two hours now, and Sarah was exhausted. But she couldn't seem to fall asleep.
Five minuets later her brother pulled the car over.
"We're there?" Sarah asked in bewilderment. "I didn't see a sign that said welcome to Burkittsville." Her brother just shrugged. They got out of the car. Luke headed around to the car trunk to unload their stuff. Sarah stood there. She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. This place was but spooky.
Suddenly a hand wrapped around Sarah's throat followed by a flash of silver in the moonlight. Sarah shrieked but the hand on her throat quickly left to cover her mouth.
"What the fuck is you doing here bitch?" A voice hissed into her ear. A female voice. Sarah had finally figured out that the flash had been the moon reflecting off a knife and was struggling wildly about. Luke had circled around the car and was pleading with whoever was holding her.
"Come on. Let her go Tori! She's my sister for crying out loud."
"Shut your fucking mouth Luke. You're nothing but a weak little piece of shit and you know it. You also know that we were the only ones aloud to come on this little escapade. So I'll just have to kill the fucking wench." Tears welled in Sarah's eyes and she began to struggle more violently.
"Let her go Tori." An ice-cold voice said from behind them. Everyone seemed to freeze. The voice had been soft but was lased with danger. Tori reluctantly let her victim go with a,
"You're lucky you fucking bitch." Sarah sprang away from Tori, spinning around sending her red hair, which she'd secured into a bun before she and Luke had left, cascading down her back to rest at her waist. She quickly brushed the soft, curly tendrils out of her eyes so she could view her surroundings. Her eyes quickly settled on the man who had spoken. He looked like he was twenty-one, with ice blue eyes and black hair hanging just below his ears. He was clad in a black shirt with leather jacket and pants.
Their eyes met and Sarah backed away.
"Who is this Luke?" He asked in that soft voice. Luke cleared his throat.
"This is my little sister Sarah." He replied shakily. "Listen, Damien, I know you said no other people, but…" Damien just shook his head and Luke fell immediately silent.
"Victor." Damien said. Another guy walked out. He looked to be about a year older than Luke was, eighteen perhaps. He had weasel like features and a scrawny body, very much like Luke. In fact, Sarah thought, this Damien guy is the only one who has any muscles at all. And on him they seem to come in large supply.
"What?" Victor sneered. He even sounded like a weasel.
"You, Tori, and Luke head back to camp. And take this stuff with you." Damien replied, motioning to Luke and Sarah's things that rested at the back of the car. "I'm going to lay some ground rules out for Luke's sister." Luke looked like he was going to protest but at a look from Damien, nodded and headed back to camp with Victor and Tori.
Sarah kept her gaze on the ground. She then felt a large hand gently touch her jaw and her head jerked up in surprise. She had to look almost directly up. She was only 5' 4'' and Damien was about 6' 5". Sarah shivered as her gaze met his.
"What's wrong little love?" Damien asked, his voice seeming husky to Sarah. Almost like he'd been drugged. "Regretting you came with Luke already?" Sarah straitened and replied in fearful voice,
"Yes, actually. I didn't think I'd get a bloody knife pulled on me as soon as I stepped out of the car." She whispered. Damien chuckled, surprising her. He didn't seem like the type to laugh easily, if at all.
"I can assure you that wont happen again." He whispered. Sarah was getting a bit uncomfortable. They were much to close for her liking. But she couldn't seem to move. "How old are you little love?" Damien asked. Little love? Sarah thought curiously.
"Fif,fifteen." She answered. Damien seemed to consider this for a moment, nodding to himself.
"I thought so. Listen, you stay by me the entire time, and you wont get hurt. Understand?" Sarah gulped and quickly nodded. Damien smiled. "Alright then. Lets go little love." He said, holding out a hand, palm up. Looking slightly surprised, Sarah cautiously placed her hand in his. Damien gave her a wide smile, and closed his hand about hers.
Her hand seemed to disappear his was so large. She finally had the courage to look up and give him a shaky smile. He looked into her eyes a moment longer, and pulled her into the depths of the Black Hill Forest, heading off in the direction of camp.
Sarah yawned and moved into a more comfortable position in the car seat. They'd stolen mom's car and headed out of the house at midnight, careful not to make any more noise than necessary. They'd finally gotten into the car and out of the driveway. It'd been two hours now, and Sarah was exhausted. But she couldn't seem to fall asleep.
Five minuets later her brother pulled the car over.
"We're there?" Sarah asked in bewilderment. "I didn't see a sign that said welcome to Burkittsville." Her brother just shrugged. They got out of the car. Luke headed around to the car trunk to unload their stuff. Sarah stood there. She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. This place was but spooky.
Suddenly a hand wrapped around Sarah's throat followed by a flash of silver in the moonlight. Sarah shrieked but the hand on her throat quickly left to cover her mouth.
"What the fuck is you doing here bitch?" A voice hissed into her ear. A female voice. Sarah had finally figured out that the flash had been the moon reflecting off a knife and was struggling wildly about. Luke had circled around the car and was pleading with whoever was holding her.
"Come on. Let her go Tori! She's my sister for crying out loud."
"Shut your fucking mouth Luke. You're nothing but a weak little piece of shit and you know it. You also know that we were the only ones aloud to come on this little escapade. So I'll just have to kill the fucking wench." Tears welled in Sarah's eyes and she began to struggle more violently.
"Let her go Tori." An ice-cold voice said from behind them. Everyone seemed to freeze. The voice had been soft but was lased with danger. Tori reluctantly let her victim go with a,
"You're lucky you fucking bitch." Sarah sprang away from Tori, spinning around sending her red hair, which she'd secured into a bun before she and Luke had left, cascading down her back to rest at her waist. She quickly brushed the soft, curly tendrils out of her eyes so she could view her surroundings. Her eyes quickly settled on the man who had spoken. He looked like he was twenty-one, with ice blue eyes and black hair hanging just below his ears. He was clad in a black shirt with leather jacket and pants.
Their eyes met and Sarah backed away.
"Who is this Luke?" He asked in that soft voice. Luke cleared his throat.
"This is my little sister Sarah." He replied shakily. "Listen, Damien, I know you said no other people, but…" Damien just shook his head and Luke fell immediately silent.
"Victor." Damien said. Another guy walked out. He looked to be about a year older than Luke was, eighteen perhaps. He had weasel like features and a scrawny body, very much like Luke. In fact, Sarah thought, this Damien guy is the only one who has any muscles at all. And on him they seem to come in large supply.
"What?" Victor sneered. He even sounded like a weasel.
"You, Tori, and Luke head back to camp. And take this stuff with you." Damien replied, motioning to Luke and Sarah's things that rested at the back of the car. "I'm going to lay some ground rules out for Luke's sister." Luke looked like he was going to protest but at a look from Damien, nodded and headed back to camp with Victor and Tori.
Sarah kept her gaze on the ground. She then felt a large hand gently touch her jaw and her head jerked up in surprise. She had to look almost directly up. She was only 5' 4'' and Damien was about 6' 5". Sarah shivered as her gaze met his.
"What's wrong little love?" Damien asked, his voice seeming husky to Sarah. Almost like he'd been drugged. "Regretting you came with Luke already?" Sarah straitened and replied in fearful voice,
"Yes, actually. I didn't think I'd get a bloody knife pulled on me as soon as I stepped out of the car." She whispered. Damien chuckled, surprising her. He didn't seem like the type to laugh easily, if at all.
"I can assure you that wont happen again." He whispered. Sarah was getting a bit uncomfortable. They were much to close for her liking. But she couldn't seem to move. "How old are you little love?" Damien asked. Little love? Sarah thought curiously.
"Fif,fifteen." She answered. Damien seemed to consider this for a moment, nodding to himself.
"I thought so. Listen, you stay by me the entire time, and you wont get hurt. Understand?" Sarah gulped and quickly nodded. Damien smiled. "Alright then. Lets go little love." He said, holding out a hand, palm up. Looking slightly surprised, Sarah cautiously placed her hand in his. Damien gave her a wide smile, and closed his hand about hers.
Her hand seemed to disappear his was so large. She finally had the courage to look up and give him a shaky smile. He looked into her eyes a moment longer, and pulled her into the depths of the Black Hill Forest, heading off in the direction of camp.
