I wasn't sure how I was going to escape, but I knew I needed to think of something immediately. I looked around the room. The room was black and silver. There were boxes surrounding the small confined space that we were at. I saw the three stone beds. The beds were stone colored, but had some engravings on it. I saw some tall candle stick holders with candles. They were my only source of light.

"Do you like it?" Roberta said. She had her hand on my shoulder again. Why did she have the urge to keep touching me? "Just think of it. We will rule the world one day. Everyone will be under our demise."

"But, how can we rule over the dead?" I asked. I tried to sound like I was still relearning everything. I knew she was going to give me more strange and bizarre answers. I wanted to know, it would buy me time at least. My eyes kept studying the surroundings.

"There will still be people alive you know. Everyone dies, but not right away. We brought them to life, we can send them back." Roberta told me.

"How?" I asked her, turning to see her face.

"With a curse of course. But we still need to get ready for the next step; one that involves us only. The next step is right after yours. Vampirism. It'll be his gift to us, a chance to live forever, and feast on those who have survived. Maybe even a chance to have complete control over all mortals."

They weren't going to stop. There were way too many problems that they were overlooking. I had too many questions to ask, and not enough time to ask. I turned around when I heard someone screaming. I saw a few members walking toward us carrying Carren. She was kicking and screaming, like I might have guessed. A few other men were behind them. They were holding onto the others. They were all caught now, and going to die; unless I did something. I hate when this happens to me.

I rolled my eyes and paused for a second. They forced Carren onto the stone bed first. Tammy was shoved into the cage I had once called my home. Rustle and Damion were dragged past me and chained onto the other two beds.

"I knew it was you. How dare you betray us! Even after we gave you shelter." Rustle was yelling at me. I took in a deep breathe and walked over to him. I bent down close to his ear.

"It's not over yet," I whispered to him. I winked at him then stepped to the side. Roberta was about to take my spot. I stopped her and placed an arm in front of her.

"Let me do it," I needed a weapon. This way, I could trick her into giving me back my knife. Roberta nodded then handed me my knife. I looked down at the sharp blade. They had cleaned since the last use. I could see my reflection.

Roberta grabbed a hold of my arm and pulled forward. She still had the same personality. I grabbed the blade in right fist. The others began their chanting. Roberta nudged me to do it. She wanted this over and done with. This was a test for me; a test to see if I was going to be loyal to them. If only they knew.

I held it above Rustle and I closed my eyes. Before too much time passed, I whipped around and stabbed Roberta in the side of her arm. She moved before I could do any real damage.

"You want to kill me?" Roberta asked. I nodded.

"I remember everything. I didn't like being killed much." I replied with my bitter tongue.

"Okay then, let's fight," she said," to the end."

I was soon grabbed by a few of the other colt members and dragged off a ways. I was thrown into a large area. I stood up and looked down at the ground. I was standing right atop a pentagram. It had been engraved in the ground. This had to have taken a long time to make.

"Yes, we've been planning this for ages. Everything is all set and ready Always has been." Roberta said walking into the pentagram. She slowly removed her cloak and tossed it off to the side. She stepped into the center of the pentagram.

"Well, are you ready to die?" Roberta asked. I saw hell in her eyes.

"After you," I replied, trying to sound brave. I gave her a little smirk. I wasn't sure if I was able to fool her or not.

Roberta and I circled each other for a brief moment or two. Then she came straight for me. She used her entire body force to knock me to the ground. She was atop of me. Her hands reached for my throat. I used my knife to cut her stomach. I grabbed her shoulders and forced off of me. I managed to cut her stomach, but didn't leave any serious injuries.

She stood up, and I got up quickly. I wasn't going to allow her the option of an easy target. She snapped her fingers. A man came toward the pentagram carrying a large rectangle box. She opened it slowly and pulled out a large samurai sword.

"Damn it!" I muttered to myself.

Roberta held onto the handle and took her ass kicking pose. All I had was a small knife now. This was completely unfair. I took in a deep breath and waited for her to make the first move. She stepped forward. She spun around and held the sword in both hands. She flung it around with her body and aimed straight at me. I dropped to my knees. As she came in to try and kill me, I tripped her using my right foot. She fell to the ground.

I was about to move atop of her, so I could reach her throat. Before I got anywhere near she used her sword on me. She cut my left shoulder. I knew she was aiming for my neck, but missed. I felt the blood coming out of my wound. The sudden slash cut me off guard and she managed to stand back up. She took another swing, but I moved before she could do anything. I jumped back onto my feet. I looked at her, now I was pissed.

There was a moment of pause, before we decided to charge at each other once more. I could feel the tension. I wondered if she was feeling nervous or afraid. I knew I was. But my feeling of rage was stronger. The feeling was mutual.

We both charged around the same time. She took a quick swing toward my left side. I suspected that she would try that. I ducked and spun around, holding my knife out. I was close enough now. I threw the knife at her neck. I missed, but it still punctured her right shoulder. I ran forward quickly and grabbed the sword from her.

I held it with two hands in the air, and closed my eyes. I forced it down into her chest. I opened my eyes to see that I had stabbed her in the heart. I pulled the knife back out of her. I felt a sudden emotion of sadness. Even though she was soulless and killing everyone all around me, she was still my friend.

Roberta stepped backwards a little and soon collapsed on the ground. She collapsed on the ground. She glanced down at her wounds, and saw the blood coming from the wounds I inflected on her.

"How could you?" Roberta turned to ask me. Her voice was weak and dying. "I thought we were friends. I just wanted you to have a better life then the one you had before."

"You still killed me though," I managed to say, even through my sadness. Why was it so hard to kill her? I had killed my parents without much remorse. Maybe it was a power she had, or something? Or maybe it was the fact that she did all this for me? I wasn't sure which.

Roberta's eyes rolled back and her head soon did the same. She was dead for sure. I heard screams and knew my friends were in danger. I had to save them. I just had to kill the rest of the colt to do it. They would be the ones to pay for all this. They took my friend. They killed everyone around me. They even killed me. They will pay dearly, and I knew just the ones to do it.