So the big kid with a little attitude was Luke McDonald. He had a few more muscles than I was used to on a man. The silent one was Jason Stackhouse. He always held this confused look in his eyes. I liked him better.
I sat in between them on the car ride to the church. They held their stake shooters in the hands which made me nervous in case one of them fired accidentally.
The car side was silent except for Steve's random out bursts of laughter. He had a very evil laugh for a man "so close to God" as some would say.
I was roughly pushed out the door by Luke.
Great, separate from one Freddy and I find a new one, I thought trying to keep my distance.
Steve looked from his church back to me with a smile, "What do you think of it?"
"I think this will be the first time I step into a church my entire life," I said completely unimpressed by the architecture of a building.
All three men glanced back at me. I shrugged with a slight smile on my face.
Might as well keep them guessing, I thought having a little fun.
Jason laughed a little, "She's funny."
He was quickly silenced by the stone cold glares of Steve and Luke.
Luke pushed me again as we walking to the rather large church.
"So, how expensive are the concessions here?" I asked thinking of the church more as a stadium.
Jason laughed again.
"Jason!" Steve and Luke shouted.
"No, but in all seriousness, do I have to pay to get in?" I asked walking through the front doors.
Jason chuckled quietly but the room he was in now echoed loudly. Steve and Luke glared again growing impatient.
"I'm sorry. I'm trying. But she's just so funny," Jason said with a large smile.
"You are mocking a house of God!" Steve said digging his fingers into my arm.
I looked up at the ceiling, "From what I remember, God didn't care so much for beauty."
Reverend Steven Newlin smacked me across the face with the back of his hand. Some of my hair fell out of the bobby pins as I turned back to him. I was a bit shocked, yes, but then I remembered the dark history churches had; he was no different.
"You're insolence will not he tolerated anymore," Steve said taking my hand in his.
He opened a door that lead down into a basement. There were many stars and it was well lit. I almost wanted to count all of them like a little child on my way down. Sadly, my feet didn't touch a single stair on my way down.
I was pushed down every single one of them. I don't know who pushed me but I guessed either the god worshiper or the jock. I tried to brace myself against the stairs that threw at me but my still badly bruised wrist nearly broke after the first hit. It took me a few seconds but I was bruised, broken, and bleeding at the end.
A few more curls fell out of the bobby pins at the top of my head. My dress ripped more in the slit up the side revealing more than usual. My wrist was throbbing again and starting to swell; I guessed it was broken now. Rug rash covered my legs and arms and one of my eyebrows was bleeding.
Steve took hold of my hair pulling me up to my feet, "I wanna hear another witty comment!"
I had nothing. I really did want to say something "insolent" but I was afraid he's send me down the stars again.
He threw me back down to the concrete floor. I bashed my head against a black fence bleeding even more now. I couldn't decide what was worse though; a throbbing wrist or throbbing head.
I still had my shoes on and he was just hovering over me. Heels were totally meant to kick some major cock!
Steve dropped to his knees with both hands in between his legs. I laughed watching him go cross eyed before he completely fell over.
"I think that's my best "witty comment" to date," I answered his request.
"Bitch," Steve uttered in a whisper. "Tie her up."
Luke grabbed my bad wrist making me flinch as I rose to my feet. I fresh tear rolled down my cheek as he pulled harshly on it. I clenched my teeth together trying not to cry out in pain.
He lead me into the black fence and threw me into the concrete wall. I babied my wrist as he locked the only way out of my cage. He somehow managed to launch a huge spit ball into my face. I wiped it off as he raced upstairs.
"Now that was just rude," I said wiping my hand off on my damaged dress.
My wrist was all sorts of colors now. Red, green, yellow, purple, and a little black too. Even my fingers were starting to swell up.
It's like the never healing wound, I thought looking around.
It must have been for storage. Cardboard boxes lined the two shelves. All of them were labeled and nothing spoke out to me for a possible escape. Old board games, hand-me-down clothes, and canned food sat and collected dust.
I loosened up my shoes and took a seat across from the fence. I was completely exhausted but I forced myself to stay awake. If I fell asleep there was no way they'd choke me to death without me knowing they were there first.
There were no windows or clocks so I was unable to tell how much time passed. Time wasn't important at the moment anyways; I thought about the two thousand old vampire.
I really did hope they were smart enough not to fall in this stupid trap. With age comes wisdom and if they had any they'd stay away from this twisted church. Then I began to wonder what they've seen over the course of they're vampire life.
"Two thousand years ago," I spoke to myself. "Back when humans first came into existence two thousand years ago?"
My history recollection was terrible. The earth was just getting used to it's human inhabitants, right? Two thousand years seemed like an eternity in my head.
A noise brought me back to reality. I glanced at the stars hearing screaming. Someone was calling for help. It was female from what I could tell. I waited for her to come into my poor vision bracing myself in case they came for me too.
All I saw at first was her blonde hair flying across the room. A few men were holding her down as one opened the door. My hands flew up as they pushed her right into me. One man snickered before they left.
She collided with me both of our head bonked against each others.
She gradually worked her way off of me and I was glad she managed to avoid hitting my bad wrist.
"I'm sorry," she apologized with a different accent. "Who are you?"
I looked her over. I guess we were both prisoner's of war so I decided to let her in on a few things.
"Lacey," I answered pushing some of my hair out of my face.
Her head cocked to one side, "Do I know you?"
"And you are?" I asked. If she knew my name I had a right to know hers!
"Oh, I'm Sookie," she said smiling and offering my a hand.
I took it unsure of what I thought of my new prison mate, "And no, I don't think we've ever met. I'd remember a different name like yours."
"Where are you from? You don't have an accent that I'm used to hearing," Sookie asked with a scrunched face.
Curious one she is, I thought to myself. She smiled for some odd reason.
"I'm from the northern united states," I answered keeping it vague. No one ever noticed my accent before.
"So, what are you doing here?" She asked still lost in the land of confusion.
"I'm supposed to be a snack for an old vampire," I answered still keeping a few things from her. I had no idea if she was on my side or not. "You?"
It was almost like she finally noticed what I was wearing. She looked me over, her eyebrows moving up and down, as she moved over my body with her eyes. She met my eyes again and pursed her lips.
"I'm not a prostitute if that's what you're thinking," I said rolling my eyes. Stupid blonde.
"I don't think I'm that stupid," Sookie said with pride.
I looked back to her. She nodded.
"I don't like to make enemies; I have enough of those. So if you really wanna be smart, you'll stay out of my head because it's the only piece of property I own," I snarled.
She seemed to take the hint and backed off a little. Yes, people get defensive when you're trespassing through private property.
"How long have you been down here?" Sookie asked approaching me from a different angle.
I ignored her. I was far to exhausted to help the blonde telepath Alice out of wonderland. If she could read minds in the dark, she could obviously help herself.
"It's almost time, get everything ready for the vampire!" someone shouted outside.
"Almost vampire hour already?" I asked to myself.
"Vampire hour?" Sookie asked clueless once more.
"It's the earliest hour vampire's can come out," I explained. "Meaning I'll be drained out my midnight."
I was ready to accept death. No one knew where I was. Even if Sookie could get into people's minds there was no way she'd be able to find the right mind in a sea of wrong one's. I had little faith seeing the sun again.
"You're not even going to put up a fight?" Sookie asked. "That seems really stupid."
"Only a stupid blonde would dare think of fighting off a vampire. The more you co-operate with them the better chance you have at living," I explained getting in her face. "Take it from someone with experience."
"I have experience with vampires," she shot back. "And quit calling me stupid."
"Then shut up so you stop making stupid remarks!" I shouted.
"Shut up down there!" someone yelled from the top of the stairs. "God, you're both stupid."
I laughed hysterically. Sookie watched me with either concern of confusion.
"Oh, this place is a stadium!" I exclaimed. "I'm just having a competitive argument against the opposing team's fan and another one steps in to shut us up."
I heard thumping. Someone very angry was coming down the stairs now. I had my guesses.
"It's time to lure him in," Steve Newlin spoke. "Get Lacey out but make sure the blonde gets some attention too."
A few guys I've never seen before came through the doorway they. They both held those stake shooters in their hands. Sookie started screaming out the moment they touched her. I offered up my good wrist for one to help me up. I walked out peacefully completely annoyed with the noise Sookie was making.
"It's not quite time yet, but I wanna wake him up in his coffin and drool over your sent," Steve said pulling out a knife from his pocket.
I flinched slightly. Two men took both my arms and turned me around to face the black fence. My bare back was the perfect target to start the blood flow. It was already bare so I wouldn't have to worry about them ripping my clothes off.
Sookie was silent now for some reason. She watched as one man held her against the cement wall. Her eyes were filled with fear and despair.
"No, don't!" Sookie shouted concerned for my safety.
He's not going to stab me retard, I thought furiously.
Sookie was silent again.
Just puncture the skin to make me bleed a little, I finished rolling my eyes. If I make it to heaven, I am so making a noise complaint about her.
A cold sharp object drove into me then. I inhaled quickly already feeling a little blood spill down my back. He made it small but deep.
Steve took in a deep breath, "Can you smell it?"
"Now that would make the biggest oxymoron if you were a vampire in this situation," I thought out loud.
Steve said nothing. I felt the knife make another gash in my skin. This one was deeper than the first.
"Reverend, it's now five past," a radio blared.
Five minutes after nine? I hope the old fart finds something more entertaining to do, I thought glancing over my shoulder.
"Be prepared, he might already be inside," Steve answered. "Sit her back down inside."
I walked back into my cage. They set down a steel chair for me. I sat peacefully gasping as the cold chair hit my bare back. It was definitely colder than Godric's fingers.
Steve was now in the cage as well. He locked himself in with me and Sookie. He paused at the door and then turned to look back at me.
"Every five minutes that pass and he isn't here, I cut a new blood line in your skin," Steve explained.
"And if he never shows?" I asked crossing my legs.
"Then you'll either have three million scars… or you'll bleed to death before morning," he answered coming to stand behind me.
Steve Newlin pressed the knife against my neck ready for the next few minutes to pass.
My eyes started to water. I had no faith in being rescued. I said no prayers for a happy ending. My mind was made up; I accepted death before it came.