Chapter 7 : The 'Founder'
Eve flinched sharply as the door crashed open, echoing a powerful bang throughout the room. Both Eve and I looked at the group bustled in the small doorframe, something about them was off. They held too much of a powerful posture to be huddled together in this dingy doorway, their presence was too powerful.
In unison, they suddenly parted. It was beautifully orchestrated, similar to a rose, opening up to the sunlight for the first time. Magnificent. All were dressed in black, from head to toe. Hats and shoes as well. Hats…in this weather? I thought, noticing the scorching sun outside, raised already. Suddenly I remembered to impaired body laid directly at our feet.
Gasping, Eve suddenly cowered behind me and the confusion was then obvious on my face as a figure dressed in white suddenly made…her…appearance. Deliberately taking her time she languidly catered towards us and stopped a metre from us, allowing us to take in her appearance and features.
Long blonde, almost white, locks were delicately held up with a crystal pin and allowed two single strands to fall down, either side of her face. Her cheekbones were high and her lips full, in a single line. Little make up was applied only adding to the perfection this was. As my eyes travelled further up her face, they connected with hers. Chills flung up my spine as those cold, icy pits of despair seemed to look straight into my soul and suddenly I was that little boy, afraid and alone once more.
"The founder..." I heard Eve whisper before a sharp slap was sounded and Eve's face was forced to the side with a cry. As the 'founder' rose her hand for a second time and came towards Eve's defenceless face, I grabbed her wrist, my iron lock stopping it.
"Yeh I don't think so." I barked, glaring. A moment's silence was allowed whilst Eve gasped before the woman picked me up by the collar, a feat she shouldn't have been able to do considering she was as light as a feather and I as heavy as a sack of potatoes, and drove her first into my face with much more force than necessary. I cried out and feebly tried to break her grip whilst Eve was held by one of the men in black, who seemed to find it difficult.
"You. A mere mortal have the nerve to even touch me." She hissed, shaking my figure. "What right have you got to even look at me, never mind attack one of our natives?! You pitiful excuse of a human!" She hissed at me in a delicate whisper, still as loud as a lion's roar.
Flinging me, I landed in a heap on to the chilly, callous floor with a miniscule, weak noise.
"Mark my words human, if this creature's injury is fatal, you will not live to see another day." She said, mercilessly as I blinked, trying to remove the black spots that had appeared in my vision.
Throughout all of this, her company of men had remained motionless bar the one holding back a ravenous Eve, whose cheek was bright red already; however at the woman's slick of fingers two came forward, one helping with Eve, the other grabbing me by the arm, none to gently, and walking us out of the room.
" Lucky, for you, you're stuck with me and my companion here as we accompany you to the Founder's square whilst the founder decides upon your fate." One of the men said with a sneer however I ignored him. I was too busy shivering. I didn't know which terrified me more, the fact that I was walking, blood on my head, with two vampires…or the woman was the same person in my dreams.