Ugh.

There were no words.

Just, ugh.

People take being drugged differently.

I would be one of those people.

You would think that I'd be the person to wake up pissed beyond hell with a deadlier thirst for vengeance.

But no.

My stomach gurgled unhappily as it woke me from my groggy unconscious.

Whoever dumped me in here just literally just tossed my body a few feet away from the door, face first. I could feel God knows what was covering the floor dig into my cheek.

That didn't help my stomach imagining what could be on the floor.

I groaned rolling over on to my back to try to relive some pressure on my poor tummy. Didn't work.

"Lay on your side and hug your knees." A female voice chimed a suggestion.

"Meh?" I peeled my eyes open trying to find the person to the voice.

The cell was dark by nature due to the fact there was no lighting at all. But I guess I didn't have to worry about those kind of mundane things before. (I learned a new word from school. I can never tell Aries or else he would win.)

She was sitting in the far left hand of the room with her back to the wall.

At first all I could see was the strikingly white hair she possessed. It was paler than any albino's skin and sleek like those shampoo commercials that lie about the quality of their brand. Those bastards.

The girl looked over to Arista with a pale eyebrow raised.

I had to admit she was fairy tale pretty with the exception of needing a good shower. She had pale unblemished skin, a button nose, and round, red eyes framed by pale lashes.

"Try it. It may help." She harshly whispered. But I could still hear something off with her voice.

Oh what the hell why not?

I rolled and hugged my legs. My stomach gurgled again but then finally settled.

"Thanks." I strained my neck to get another look at her.

She had to be about my age or a year older. She had an angular jawline and slightly sullen cheek that suggested lack of food.

For some reason she seemed familiar.

Her light red eyes analyzed me. Probably determining if I'm an immediate threat.

In this state I'm about useless.

She nodded to herself probably thinking the same thing.

We were quiet for a moment. I hate that kind of awkward silence.

"So were am I?"

She answered in another harsh whisper but there was that damn chime again. Did this girl swallow a bell or something?

No it was softer and more . . . I don't know it just sounded different than a bell. This sounds weird but the melody her voice gave off was comforting

"The Pits."

This meant nothing to me.

"That it? I'm stuck in a hole?"

Her jaw dropped. So she wasn't a sucker but goddammit even her teeth sparkled in perfection. I had to go through three years of braces and mine still didn't look like that. Life so isn't fair. But then again I knew that.

"Seriously?" Her voice raised a few octaves. "We are literally the closest place that could be considered hell and you look disappointed?"

The gentle tinkle was sharper and made me flinch.

"Sorry." She whispered again.

There were multiple other groans in the room. All male.

"Damn Shee, keep it down." A deep male voice growled thick with sleep.

Several others agreed.

Chee as he called her looked embarrassed.

"Sorry Beo. Just trying to update the fresh blood."

Fresh Blood? That sounds inviting. Not.

The others grunted in acknowledge to her apology.

She then turned back to me but whatever she was going to say was cut off by the heavy metal door opening and faint light from the doorway chased off most of the darkness.

"You."

A barely human voice calls out from outside.

"Who? Lil' ol' me?" I say in a sing song voice.

I might as well have fun if I'm a prisoner.

I look over to Shee and wink. She looked worried.

"Master wishes to speak to you maggot." It hissed.

I narrow my eyes at the open door way not liking its attitude.

I felt a weak nudge on my shoulder.

"Go." She muttered. "We don't want him in here and if you knew better you wouldn't either."

I raised my eyebrow. She sighed. "Please."

I rolled my eyes. "Only because you said please."

I brushed myself off on my way to the door.

The guard was huge. . .

He of course was a sucker with a buzz cut, muscle t-shirt and jeans.

Can the dead still use steroids? I wondered to myself as it snarled its ugly ass fangs at me.

I waved my hand in front of my face to disperse its breath.

Seriously, breath mint.

Almost suggested but the muscle head blindfolded me.

What seemed like forever tripping over uneven ground and several elevator rides later the bag was removed and the Terminator sucker left closing the door behind him.

I squinted at the bright flashing lights until my eyes adjusted.

"Jesus." I mutter staring at looked around and everywhere reminded me of a Vegas Resort shoved into one room. There were craps tables, a stage area, a bar with stripper poles mounted to the counter and the rest was a lounge area.

Is that a hot tube pool table?

Crist it was.

I heard voices come from the lounge area.

Might as well go see what's up.

The lounge area consisted of below ground floor circular booths with the crappy faux leather seating.

The only booth that was being occupied consisted of a male with blonde hair that I vaguely remembered back at the house and at least fifteen hookers. Now that I thought about it, it was the blonde that sent the soulless ginger to drug me. My stomach rumbled in revenge.

Soon, tummy, soon.

I thought evilly, a little green around the gills.

Then there was the pink eyes guy who helped me kick ass.

He was currently bound in chains with the gingers armed to the teeth sitting on both sides.

I raised an eyebrow.

He saw a grinned.

I could almost hear him smugly ask 'who these bastards think is more of a threat?'

I snorted. Which caused the ladies' man to look my way.

"Care to join us Reaper?" he invited sleazily. A bleach blonde hooker straddled his hips and proceeded to grind whereas three brunettes had their hands all over him and each other.

Creepy. I shivered. This guy was super creepy.

"Nah I'd rather be out of fondling range."

The blonde chuckled.

"Spunky, eh Reaper?"

"Octavius you're starting to bore me." Pinky said. One of the twins jabbed a knife into his thigh. He didn't flinch just got a very annoyed expression. "I am truly annoyed congratulations. Now can we move on?"

He was ignored by the blonde. . Octavius.

I crossed my arms across me chest when his eyes started to roam.

"Nah just impatient, 'specially for pervs like you."

I grin when his amused expression started to look strained.

I have that effect on people.

"You're defiantly living up to reputation Reaper."

"Nah, I'm always like this."

I walk to pinky and looked down.

"Move." I told the gingers.

They looked at me then to their mommy- boss.

Octavius waived a hand. "Fergus, Ian you are excused."

The one named Fergus took its knife out of Pinky and they obediently stood up and left.

"Good doggies." I muttered but everyone in the room heard to super hearing.

The gingers ignored me and left.

I then hopped down to the seat next to Pinky.

He's the only one I could consider an ally but that was even risky.

I knew nothing about him or who sent him to the house.

He caught me staring at him. I stuck my tongue out at him hoping to disparage him.

He snorted.

But I had to admit he was pretty cute.

His hair wasn't as white as that Shee girls but it was pretty damn close and the short hairstyle worked for him.

Strong jaw line and broad nose.

Narrow eyes. As far as I could tell the pink was truly his and not some product of contacts.

Tan skin with scars here and there. Nothing large. His eyebrow on his right side had a thick scar running vertical through it. Ugh. That's also attractive. Plus he has to be a good two feet taller than my height.

Dammit.

I could look at him all day but I turned my attention back towards the scum across from us.

The blonde grinned smugly.

I ignored it getting to the point. I've wasted enough time as it was.

"So what the hell was your purpose to bringing me here? You clearly know who I am and what I have done so why not kill me when you had the chance?"

The blonde did something to one of the hookers because she purred like a fucking cat.

"You will witness in a moment Reaper." He knocked off the blonde hooker from his lap and produced a small remote from his pocket and pressed a button.

The floor in the middle retreated and a platform rose from the dark hole. It was a glass screen that was visible from either side.

The screen came to life showing an image of a dull concrete room below a surrounded balcony. Large metal bars protected the balcony.

Different creatures and surprisingly humans mingled on the balconies screaming for violence.

He inserted a Bluetooth device in his ear started to speak out loud to address the unruly audience.

"Welcome honored guests." Octavius announced. The audience went silent listening.

"Tonight is the long awaited rematch between the vicious Ripper and The Banshee!"

The crowd cheered. My stomach began to hurt again.

"Don't forget to place your bets!" And the announcement was over as he tossed the device behind him.

"Now we watch." His grin was feral. I noticed. Octavius was even eager to watch the fight.

I looked back to the screen getting a bad feeling about this.

Turns out I had a reason to be.