Part 12
(Catalina)
That night my plans were staying at home and feeling sorry for myself. I needed to come up with some sort of plan for what I was going to do about Devin.
Opening my mouth I'd dug myself into the shit-hole and I had to dig myself out.
If I didn't do anything, Layla and her Night People would never look at me again. If I tried to kill Devin, Marcie would have my guts - and there was that snobby blonde, Dayna. I didn't know how she'd take it and wasn't sure I wanted to.
I paced up and down, unable to think of anything else to do. I was too keyed up for homework. Maybe I should leave. Skip town.
It's not like I'd been there long enough to create any sort of status or a place in any group. I could go to a new place and start again. Maybe a city rather than a small town. It would be easier to blend in, and hide and hunt.
But who said if I got to a new place the people I'd met here would let me go? Devin was my soulmate - was he likely to forget me? His words flew back through my mind. ~Next time I won't be so generous~. He really seemed to think he could kill me.
I dropped to the bed with a heavy sigh. Soulmates sucked. It wasn't the wonderful revolution it was supposed to be. Mine hated me. The laws of Night World prevented us from being together even if he *didn't* hate me.
The ringing phone brought me out of my musings. I hadn't given anyone my number. Then I remembered Layla lived down the hall. With a sigh I reached for the receiver. "Yes?"
"Wait until you see what we got," Grace's voice said cheerfully.
I was confused. "What'd you mean?"
"Come over to Eliza's house and you'll see."
I wondered why Grace was so cheerful - and smug. I reluctantly had to admit - she'd piqued my curiosity. "Where's Eliza's house." Grace gave me directions and hung up. What were they playing at?
I left the boarding house and walked to Eliza's house. Eliza's house was more of a mansion, on a hill overlooking the town. It was gigantic. A butler led me up three flights of stairs to an attic door. Screams of pain were coming from inside. A girl's screams, suddenly cut off.
With an eyebrow raised I pushed open the door.
"We've got a new toy to play with," Layla said, as cheerful as Grace.
"New toy? Who?"
Grace and Eliza stepped aside a part, revealing their new toy, chained to the wall, unconscious and bleeding. I laughed out loud. Marcie. They had Marcie.
"She just passed out," Grace said with a pout, a silver knife in her hand. "It's no fun when they're not awake and screaming."
I shouldn't be feeling pleased about this, I had never really agreed torture before. Then again, I reminded myself humans hurt *us* when they found us, so why couldn't we hurt them back?
And I didn't like Marcie, anyway.
"She was hunting *you*," Layla told me. "But we caught her and decided to play with her."
"She's bait?" I said slowly, finally getting it.
Layla smirked and nodded. "When Devin finds out she's missing he'll come running."
"What about the other girl?" I asked.
Grace snorted. "If Dayna knew what we were doing, she'd ask for a front row seat. They hate each other."
Marcie groaned, coming round again. Her eyes widened in fear when she saw me. I took the knife from Grace, a grin spreading over my face. I was *so* going to enjoy this.
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(Catalina)
That night my plans were staying at home and feeling sorry for myself. I needed to come up with some sort of plan for what I was going to do about Devin.
Opening my mouth I'd dug myself into the shit-hole and I had to dig myself out.
If I didn't do anything, Layla and her Night People would never look at me again. If I tried to kill Devin, Marcie would have my guts - and there was that snobby blonde, Dayna. I didn't know how she'd take it and wasn't sure I wanted to.
I paced up and down, unable to think of anything else to do. I was too keyed up for homework. Maybe I should leave. Skip town.
It's not like I'd been there long enough to create any sort of status or a place in any group. I could go to a new place and start again. Maybe a city rather than a small town. It would be easier to blend in, and hide and hunt.
But who said if I got to a new place the people I'd met here would let me go? Devin was my soulmate - was he likely to forget me? His words flew back through my mind. ~Next time I won't be so generous~. He really seemed to think he could kill me.
I dropped to the bed with a heavy sigh. Soulmates sucked. It wasn't the wonderful revolution it was supposed to be. Mine hated me. The laws of Night World prevented us from being together even if he *didn't* hate me.
The ringing phone brought me out of my musings. I hadn't given anyone my number. Then I remembered Layla lived down the hall. With a sigh I reached for the receiver. "Yes?"
"Wait until you see what we got," Grace's voice said cheerfully.
I was confused. "What'd you mean?"
"Come over to Eliza's house and you'll see."
I wondered why Grace was so cheerful - and smug. I reluctantly had to admit - she'd piqued my curiosity. "Where's Eliza's house." Grace gave me directions and hung up. What were they playing at?
I left the boarding house and walked to Eliza's house. Eliza's house was more of a mansion, on a hill overlooking the town. It was gigantic. A butler led me up three flights of stairs to an attic door. Screams of pain were coming from inside. A girl's screams, suddenly cut off.
With an eyebrow raised I pushed open the door.
"We've got a new toy to play with," Layla said, as cheerful as Grace.
"New toy? Who?"
Grace and Eliza stepped aside a part, revealing their new toy, chained to the wall, unconscious and bleeding. I laughed out loud. Marcie. They had Marcie.
"She just passed out," Grace said with a pout, a silver knife in her hand. "It's no fun when they're not awake and screaming."
I shouldn't be feeling pleased about this, I had never really agreed torture before. Then again, I reminded myself humans hurt *us* when they found us, so why couldn't we hurt them back?
And I didn't like Marcie, anyway.
"She was hunting *you*," Layla told me. "But we caught her and decided to play with her."
"She's bait?" I said slowly, finally getting it.
Layla smirked and nodded. "When Devin finds out she's missing he'll come running."
"What about the other girl?" I asked.
Grace snorted. "If Dayna knew what we were doing, she'd ask for a front row seat. They hate each other."
Marcie groaned, coming round again. Her eyes widened in fear when she saw me. I took the knife from Grace, a grin spreading over my face. I was *so* going to enjoy this.
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