"That was too easy Raphael. It should be out for hours in the shape it's in. You killed one of them wolf scum as well." The shuffling of feet and scent of dust started to awaken me from my oblivion. I heard a door open and a familiar, seemingly unruffled voice give out orders. Raphael!
"I want two vampires outside its room at all times. It should be unconscious until The Mistress is here to receive it, but we don't know what it's capable of. If it wakes up, just ignore it. If the pequeña princesa starts causing trouble, then get me. The Mistress wants her delivery in relatively one piece." The door slammed shut and I heard it being locked.
Sluggishly coming into a hazy consciousness, I slowly regained feeling in my limbs. I opened my creaky eyelids to find that I had a blindfold over my eyes. "What the freak is going on" came my thoughts that were arriving on the late train. I jackknifed my body into a sitting position, trying to recall the last events that happened. I was going downstairs to see George…
Oh Bronte, George is dead. George, the big goofball who loved books, hit on girls, then got punched by said females and was murdered by Raphael. George died trying to protect me. Hot tears leaked out of my eyes. On instinct, I lifted up my hands to wipe them away, only to discover my hands were bound behind my back together with what felt like a dog chain. Thankfully, it wasn't burning, so it must be made of steel or some other metal.
I tugged on my legs expecting similar results, only to find them unbound. I pulled on the chain around my wrists, which only succeeded in chafing my wrists even more raw. Teardrops of sorrow ran down my face like a rushing river. I choked back my sobs, telling myself to get a grip. I sniffed and buried my face in my knees. I took a deep breath and went through the conversation Raphael had had with someone else. They kept saying 'it', 'The Mistress', and something about a delivery.
Logically speaking, we can deduce that "The Mistress" is a female and wants something to be delivered to her. The vampires have this something. This "it' they kept referring to was me. I was unconscious for a while, and someone wanted me for reasons unknown. Wait; rewind to conversation bubble "I want two vampires outside its room at all times." Did Raphael say vampires?
Vampires couldn't exist! The very concept of vampires defied logic. How could dead people come back to life? But then again how did George transform into a wolf? They did refer to him as "wolf scum" In most books, namely Twilight by Stephanie Meyer, most werewolves and vampires hated each other. If you took into account Raphael's seemingly superhuman speed strength, vampires seemed to be the logical conclusion. But vampires weren't real. This didn't make any freakin' sense!
Okay, calm down Mae. If I keep thinking this hard, I'll give myself a nosebleed. Pulling the emergency lever on my train of thought, my calculations started folding in on themselves. Vampires, it, The Mistress, pequeña princesa, what did they all mean?! My body sagged, crushed by the hopelessness of the situation. What would happen to me now? Were these vampires running some kind of blood operation or something more despicable? I took a deep breath and thought of my parents.
What would Dad do? He would be freaking out and trying to find Mom or me. Mom would be keeping a cool head and try negotiating with these low-lifes. But I wasn't my parents. I wasn't all that strong or brave like my mother always was. I wasn't as patient or as even tempered as my father was. What would my parents say to me? C'mon think, Mae.
Mom had always said to call 911 in an emergency. I doubt she had been thinking of kidnapping by a group of either vampires or genetic hybrids. Isn't this is where the protagonist has a major change of heart and defeats all the bad guys? I sniffed, and tugged against my chains, suddenly enraged. There it was; the thing that my parents would tell me. 'If you don't try to do something about it, then it's your own fault Mae.'
Mom and Dad would have certainly called the police by now, and were probably worrying their brains out. I would get back to them if it was the last thing I did. Odds were, it probably would be my last stand. "I will get back to you" came my resolute whisper.
Without warning, two loud thumps and a strangled cry came from outside the door. Startled, I shook of any remaining dizziness I was experiencing; I shot up onto my knees, as my chains were too short to let me stand up. Two distinct shots cracked through the stagnant air. They were a sound most New Yorkers know well. The sound of gunshots. There were two more thumps, but softer than before. What the heck was happening? I couldn't see, so whatever was on the other end had an advantage. I prayed to whatever divine being was listening, begging them to let the thing at the door just pass on.
Apparently, whatever is up there decided to ignore my mental pleas. It was suddenly quiet as is the thing outside the door was contemplating on how to come in. Blood started pounding in my ears. My endocrine system was sending adrenaline through my body. My palms were sweating, a common sign of fear. What sane person wouldn't be scared in a situation like this?
The lock on the door unlocked, and it opened. The soft footsteps got louder at every step it took towards me. I heard it stop in front of me. Two hands clamped down on my shoulders, like snakes latching onto their prey with venomous fangs. I thrashed about, trying to get away even though I knew it was useless to try and get away.
The hands worked quickly to unwrap the blindfold from my face. It came off to reveal… A tall, man with an amber glow to his skin and enough make-up to put a model to shame. "It seems someone has been naughty, Mae." he said.
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