AN: I am deeply sorry if i haven't updated this for ages. Things had been rough lately and finally! I had time to do it. (FF deleted my drafts which really angers me, but meh it's my fault anyway. So thank you very much for reading guys and please drop a review!)
If your heart wears thin I will hold you up
And I will hide you when it gets too much
I'll be right beside you
I'll be right beside you
- Marianas Trench, Beside You
Anger. Anger filled Mitchell's eyes as he approached the door to Herrick's 'lair'. Bodies of dead vampires lay behind him. There were four of them. One woman and three men. He clenched his fist and glared at the large door in front of him. Herrick on the other hand was relaxed as he approached the door. He was with his minions. He rubbed the palm of his hand and a grin plastered on his face. It was as if he was waiting for someone who he had never seen in a long time. Herrick pushed the door open and there stood Mitchell.
"My... my... the prodigal son returns." he said. His head tilted to the side and noticed the corpse that lay behind him. Herrick shook his head. "That's not a way to treat your brothers and sisters."
"Where is she?" Mitchell's tone was demanding and firm. If he could only kill Herrick now, he would. But there's almost a battalion of vampires behind him. It's foolish to simply attack him right now.
"She? Oh. The witch?" he asked, acting innocent. "She's fine, Mitchell."
"Whatever your definition of fine is, it's will never be fine." he muttered.
Herrick simply laughed. "Come inside. She's waiting." he said and turned to the hallway.
She sat there, blood covered her face and hands. She was rocking herself back and forth. What will she do now? Her once floral shirt was covered in red stains. He will make him do it. He will use Mitchell against her. She's sure. Why does it have to be me? Why did I survive? her mind rambled the thoughts inside her head. If Maya was alive, everything would be done by now. Or maybe none of this will happen. She buried her face in her arms. A sound of the cell bars opening startled her like a cat. She stared at the figures that one by one came in. Then she knew who they were.
"Mitchell?"
Mitchell stared at her blankly. The blood on her face, the bruises on her arms. They hurt her. He gritted his teeth and growled at Herrick.
"There's your girl." Herrick said.
He turned his attention back to Debbie. He sat down her level and looked at her.
"Mitchell, why did you come?" she asked.
"I had to." he replied before wrapping her around his arms.
Herrick was disgusted by the sight. He snapped his fingers and two vampires separated both of them. Mitchell fought back.
"We have a deal to discuss." Herrick turned to the witch.
"I will not make any deals with you." she muttered.
"Are you sure?" he said and turned to Mitchell.
Mitchell knew what that meant. And he would never let Herrick use him as a bait. He elbowed the vampire holding his arm and knocked his head on the concrete wall. Another one grabbed him but he managed to put him down. Herrick grabbed Mitchell's neck and pinned him to the wall.
"You..." he snarled. "You had been on my way a lot of times. I will not let you stop me this time. If you don't want salvation... you can die with her."
Her eyes shook at the sight. She cannot let them kill Mitchell. She can't lose anyone anymore.
"Herrick!" she shouted. He turned to her. "I will do it." she replied.
He smirked. That familiar smile of the devil on his face. He signaled three vampires to hold Mitchell.
"Just let him go." she replied.
Herrick touched her chin. "We have a deal then. But I'm keeping Mitchell in here just in case you tried anything silly. And if you really tried anything silly, a stake will be buried in Mitchell's heart. You understand?"
She nodded. The vampire holding her let her go.
"Bring her to the main room." Herrick said. He stared at Mitchell. "And bring him too."
The book laid infront of her, sigils are drawn each side of the room. She sat in the center, around the circles of candles that lit the room. Mitchell on the other hand was chained to the side of the room. Her eyes were shut but her lips were moving. Chanting. Mitchell pulled the chains in attempt to break them but it was no use.
"Debbie." he called. She didn't answer.
"You don't have to do this."
Her fingers thread the sigil around her. She was channeling a force. In order to fulfill what Herrick wishes, she needs power. And she knew that nobody can handle the channeling. It's either you die after or you die trying. The symbols lit orange as she continued to chant. Herrick arrived the room and noticed how she managed to make the symbols glow.
An orange glow started to encircle the biggest sigil. It was the channel. The roof was blown to pieces as the channel started to connect to the sky. And when she opened her eyes they weren't brown anymore, they were glowing white.
Mitchell noticed the pain in her. It will kill her.
Herrick smiled at the sight. Power. He can feel it in his veins, the power surging from the sky to the room.
"Power, my children." he smiled. "We will finally rule this world. No more hiding. We are the new rulers."
George felt his hair stood up and noticed the orange light that lit the nightsky. He looked at his window and saw what was happening. "Mitchell." he said. "Please... No."
AN: The last chapter will be posted soon. :)