If Godric was killed there would be a quick outrage. I knew he was important to the nearby vampires and I believed Steve knew that. Dallas would become the new slaughter house for humans if Godric was murdered in cold blood. The thought of a permanently blood stained city made my shudder.
The car ride was silent and Freddy drove even worse in the dark. His headlights were still on high like he was expecting a deer to jump out onto the road. I had no clue where we were going and didn't care at the moment.
The only thing on my mind was the vampires. If they lived or died, if they drank every last one of those people dry, or if they were chasing after me right now. I was ultimately glad Godric decided to let me go, but I began to wonder what the consequences were.
If they did open fire after I left, Godric would more than likely be dead by now. If they didn't open fire, the humans were either killed or released depending on Godric's mood. I juggled the two theories back and forth.
I looked behind me thinking someone might be on our tail. Instead I saw a bad full of wooden stakes and at least five stake shooters in the back seat. Freddy was definitely over-prepared.
"Why do you have those things?" I asked disgusted.
"Home sweet home," Freddy quoted ignoring me.
I groaned getting out of the car before Freddy got aggressive.
Back at the church, I thought.
"Couldn't risk taking you anywhere else," Freddy said walking forward.
I stayed by the car for a moment still unimpressed by the large church.
Freddy turned, "Are you coming or do I have to force you?"
I pursed my lips walking forward. This would either be my second time in prison or a new experience in maximum security.
"Oh, and by the way, admission is free," Freddy snarled.
It really didn't surprise me. Steve probably told him how the night went. But at least my comments were remembered, right?
I shoved my hands into my hoodie and walked in. It was a little creepy walking into the main part of the church at night. All the shadows made everything look scarier for a person who can't see well even in the light. Even Freddy, who was standing a few feet in front of me, looked like someone unknown in the dark.
"Try to get some sleep, we have to see the band tomorrow," Freddy said leading me down into the basement.
"Might be a little hard since I'm not used to sleeping on the floor in the basement of a church," I said seeing the black fence.
"Then sleep on the table," he said pointing to a folding table.
I glanced over at it. It was hard to see in the dark but it looked just as uncomfortable as the floor.
"Don't follow me or I'll shove you back down the stairs," Freddy said with a tone as he climbed back up the stairs.
He left me in the darkest part of the building without even a flashlight. Again, there were no windows as I tried to find the light switch. It should logically be right at the bottom of the stairs as I reached out for the nearby wall.
I searched for a few minutes without any luck. Then I glanced up at the top of the stairs thinking better logic would put it up there. I started climbing the stairs quietly hoping no one would think I'm trying to escape and kick me back down the stairs.
I eventually reached the top and searched for the switch on both sides of the hallway down. A few noises were made on the other side of the door but I wasn't paying any attention to try and decipher them; the dark was really starting to freak me out now.
The door opened blinding me for a quick moment. I gripped onto the railing expecting someone to push me back down. A very bright flashlight was targeted on my face.
"So he did manage to get you," Steve Newlin spoke. "Good for him."
I looked up at him squinting in the light still holding onto the railing tightly.
His tone changed dramatically, "I'm a firm believer that he's dead, even though I wasn't there to see the spectacular show."
"Too busy kidnapping little girls and shoving them in your basement?" I asked. "Honestly, does your wife know what you do here at night?"
He started coming down the stairs. I slowly retreated making sure my foot hit the next stair before I picked the other one up.
"It'll be our little secret," Steve said closing the door behind him.
"Touch me and I'll bite deeper into our neck than any vampire," I replied taking another step back.
Did I just see him tremble? He kept moving forward as his body shook pretending to look angry instead of scared.
I eventually turned and ran down the rest of the stairs, "Scared of a little girl that bites huh?"
"No," Steve said chasing after me. "Scared of a little girl that wants to bite like a vampire. You shouldn't want to be them so badly."
I had my back against the black fence now. I had Steve all to myself in the dark and I was willing to do a little damage. No one was coming for me so everything in my not too distant future was up to me.
"So you think capturing me and holding me as bait will change my ways?" I asked.
"You're not bait anymore," Steve said shaking his head. "Now, you're just a sacrifice to set an example for the rest of the fanbangers out there."
"Isn't it a sin for you to kill someone" I asked watching him come forward.
"Not if I let someone else do my dirty work," Steve snickered.
I kicked out at him making direct contact with his stomach. He doubled over almost in shock that I actually hit him. I kicked him across the face and then bolted back up the stairs.
I didn't look back. I automatically assumed the door was locked and I picked up my pace heading up and out. I broke it off its hinges somehow but kept moving forward.
Running in the dark was definitely dangerous and a little frightening. I saw all the rows to sit in as I ran through the main part of the church. I figured someone would be waiting for me just outside the door so I ran in a different direction.
I jump right through a stained glass window shattering it. It wasn't too far down to the ground and I managed to land without twisting anything. I looked around before heading out in a random direction.
Someone tackled me as I was about to hit the main road. I landed hard on a stake shooter almost cracking my rib cage as someone landed on me. My ribs were definitely going to be bruised as I sat up seeing the one who hit me.
"You're not going anywhere," Luke smirked.
I screamed as he lifted me off the ground with ease. I kicked and tried to push away and out of his grip. He almost lost control of me once but I didn't have enough energy to completely overthrow him.
"Try not to hurt her, I need her for the band meeting tomorrow," I heard Freddy say to Luke.
"Aw, I wanted to throw her down the stairs," Luke whined with a little sarcasm.
He dropped me then. I landed hard on my back side. I saw the door open behind me leading back down to my cellar. Luke and Freddy stood before me.
"Can I ask why I'm being a sacrifice?" I asked.
It didn't make any sense. Godric was supposedly dead so no one would come to save my meaningless life. Steve didn't talk about luring in another old vampire just to kill it. And I was still useful alive to Freddy.
"For some reason Reverend Newlin thinks he can "save you" since your not a total fangbanger," Luke explained pushing me closer to the open door with his foot. "And in doing so, he hopes you'll become one of us, and hate vampires."
Freddy turned to Luke, "You mean he's really going to "purify" her?"
"That's what the sacrifice is all about," Luke admitted. "It it works, her mind will be freed of all vampire thoughts, and if it doesn't, she'll die."
There was a long pause. Freddy and Luke exchanged glances. I remained on the floor thinking about how they could have killed me in the sacrifice. My body trembled as I reached up to my neck feeling it connected with me head and shoulders. I then remembered the knife Steve took to my throat and imagined it ten times more painful.
Freddy tore away from Luke and urged me to my feet. He pulled me down the stairs roughly and I desperately tried to keep up.
"Your being held prisoner, also, because you won't stay on your own free will," Luke said trying to counter my sense of humor. "I'll be waiting at the door if you decide to come up."
Two things I was quite certain of as Luke left me in the dark.
One, I would much rather be a prisoner for life than be a possible sacrifice. I really didn't want to die as a sacrifice especially if it "didn't work" freeing my mind. There were dirty ways to die and that was just too gruesome for me.
Two, I was at my boiling point for being pushed around. Freddy had already gone past my breaking point but I somehow managed to be nice and let him off. Luke was just downright rude and should know better than to "scorn a woman". Steve had it coming from me and from the vampires. Next time someone touched me they are going to see a different side of Lacey Maleficent Jackson.
"Hell hath no fury over a woman scorned," I quoted.