Chapter Two- 'Heavy Rings On Fingers Wave,
Another Star Denies The Grave...'
"You'd think something like this is a blue-moon phenomenon. Take another guess. In this state alone there are over three hundred of us! All out there, making a life out of death. It could be a life none other could dream of, or a life that is like every other. Aside from one thing." The guy paused. "You do know what that it, don't you?"
Isaac didn't reply. None of the people there did. Granted some were still unconscious, but most were awake and hardly understanding what was happening. There was no point taking a guess anyway, the answer would come soon enough.
"Vampires. Scary, huh? At night, turning Main Street into a McDonalds, just without queues. It's amazing the amount of people who can disappear without a second thought. We mostly pick out classified nobodies who wont be missed. But, unfortunately, as this is a holiday, you all happened to be in the wrong places at the wrong time. Enjoy your last Halloween." The guy said with no emotion in the last sentence. Just coldness that he had no feelings towards what was happening. Like he didn't care.
The guy, monster, whatever was ordering other men, monsters, whatevers' to take some of the prisoners out. Isaac watched from the corner of his eye. He had a feeling he'd be next.
"Leave the rest here, we'll choose who it'll be later." A woman, monster, whatever this time said and the door slammed shut.
There was a silence in the room for about three seconds. It was a guy sitting near Isaac who started yelling for help first. Then a woman started crying. Them almost all of them were panicking and crying out repents. Except Isaac. He was just sitting there trying to figure out what happened between the time he was knocked out in the alley to then. It couldn't be real. They were just some insane cult or something. Too doped up to figure out what they were on about. They couldn't be serious. They were insane. Or just trying to scare them.
Then of course Isaac had woken up to this room after most of the others there. They could have seen more.
There was light in the room, only made by the moon's light passing through the bars of the high-up windows. But Isaac could make up at least ten other people there. All as terrified as himself. All wanting to get it over with and fast.
Whatever 'it' was.
Isaac heard sniffling next to him. He saw it was a young girl, about Avery's age. It didn't look like anybody knew her. Either that or they were one of the prisoners just taken away. She didn't seem to be crying, just sniffing.
"Hey..." He said quietly. But over the other cries she didn't hear him. "Hey." He said louder.
"Mmm?" She asked quietly, looking up. "Who are you?"
"I was just wondering if you're Okay."
She shook her head. "They took Mommy..." She cried quietly.
"I'm sure she's Okay."
She shook her head. "No, they're monsters."
"Don't say things like that." Isaac said gently.
"But, they are! I, I saw them!" She cried harder.
Isaac put his arm around her shoulder and she clung onto him tightly. "Stop crying, she'll be Okay." Isaac tried to reassure her, "We'll all be Okay, just think of good stuff."
She nodded, quietening down. "My name's Holly."
"Isaac."
"Nice to meet you." She said very politely.
"Not the best place to meet people, huh?"
She didn't laugh. "Will my mom be Okay?"
"Yeah." Isaac knew his words were and sounded fake. But any reassurance was better than none. And it seemed to work for Holly.
He just wished it was enough for him.
Isaac looked around the room. Most were hysterical. He didn't know what they had seen but he knew his imagination could only stretch so far. But, if he could reassure Holly, maybe he could calm down a few others?
"Hey..." He said loudly. Nobody was listening. "HEY!" Most quietened down. "Listen, you've all got to calm down. Maybe we could even get out of here."
"You didn't see, his, his face..." One boy, looking a little younger than Taylor, yelled. "They're gonna kill us!"
Isaac felt Holly's grip tighten around his arm. "They wont! Look, you're just scaring eachother even more so!" They were all quiet now. "We've got to be brave. Maybe we could fight them."
"Yeah right..." One man mumbled.
"Well, why not?"
"They're monsters! They'll kill us!"
"We could try something." Isaac pleaded. "We can't just sit back and let this happen."
"But we can't stop it." A woman replied, then started to cry again.
Isaac gave up. Maybe he should just stick to helping out Holly. At least she listened like an adult.
"You were good." Holly said quietly. "Why wont they listen?"
"They're too scared, I guess." Isaac replied.
"You're brave." She commented.
"So are you." He replied.
She shook her head. "I'm scared of the monsters."
"So am I." Isaac replied. Scared was a nice way of putting his uttermost and demon-like fears that were cluttering his mind like anything.
"Will you look after me? While Mommy is away?"
"Sure." Isaac pulled her into his lap.
As the place quieted down, Holly asleep, still in Isaac's lap, the door opened once more. By Isaac's watch it was still late at night. About three in the morning. A lot had happened in those three hours it was like time had stopped. But then his watch could have broken in the alley way. So for all he knew was he'd been there for days. Weeks. Months.
Centuries...
"Which one of ya'll is it gonna be?" A woman asked playfully. She had a strong Texas accent with her good looks. Nobody even dared move. She laughed. "Any offers? No?" She turned to Isaac and Holly. "How about you Sweety? Wanna come with us?"
Holly shook her head and gripped on Isaac's arm tightly. "Get away from her." Isaac said angrily.
"Take her then." The woman said. Two picked up Holly.
Isaac got up and fought to get her back. "Leave her alone! Don't you dare hurt her!" He was thrown to the ground again.
The woman turned to the man who spoke originally. "What d'ya think?"
"Good choice." He smiled. "Take him as well."
Isaac felt them take an arm each. When he struggled, their grip tightened and it hurt him. He was basically dragged down the long corridor into another room. Holly was nowhere to be seen. The door slammed shut and a light snapped on. It was a bedroom. Every piece of furniture, including the four-post bed, was dark-wood stained. Everything else: the carpet, the curtains, the duvets, were a dark, almost black, purple. Now only the guy and the woman remained.
"What the hell are you going to do?" Isaac asked, although he had some ideas.
"He's a cute one, aint he?" The woman smiled. "Glad he was chosen."
"I knew you'd like him." The man said, kissing the woman lightly on her forehead.
"Like me? What the hell kinda place is this?" Again, Isaac could imagine a few things.
"Hush." The woman commanded. Isaac shut up. She smiled, then walked up to him. "Thanks."
Isaac was pushed onto the bed. As he landed, he knew he should do something to protest, but, nothing formed. And even before he could try she was kissing him. Like, real, hard on kissing!
Isaac was getting swept up in on the moment. He was kissing back. She seemed to be liking it. All his fears, concerns and doubts left him and he was enjoying every second of it. He wanted her to keep going, and never stop.
As he thought this she did. She began to kiss his neck. Isaac closed his eyes, he was enjoying it so much. He didn't want her to stop this time. It was all happening so fast. He couldn't understand any of it. Why he was wanting this to happen. He was wanting this stranger, (strange being a good word for her) to keep up whatever magic she was working on him. He was enjoying it all. He was begging for the time to actually stop now. For this moment to last for all eternity. He knew it would, and cursed the world to have to continue it's course...
A pain like a thousand bullets jolted through him in all of a millisecond. Then it filtered down to two pinpoints in his neck. First he shook his head a little but then he was getting more and more scared. He pulled at her head to get her off, he was trying to force her away but nothing worked. She was much stronger. Isaac felt something trickle down his neck. He suddenly found his voice.
"I love it when they scream." The man said happily.
The woman would have replied but she was enjoying it too much.
Isaac opened his eyes slowly. Ever so carefully. He was hurting all over, he felt stiff. And weak. Extremely weak. Isaac tried to get up but failed miserably. More than weak. He felt like he was dying. He felt his neck. His eyes slowly came to focus on his fingers covered in blood. His blood. What had just happened?
"Hey Sugar." That voice again. But with an evilness to it. "D'you want me to finish ya off?"
Isaac shook his head. She was going to kill him. He managed to let that thought build up to realisation, then succumb again. It didn't make sense...
"I could make ya'll strong, healthy again, if ya want." She smiled. "Would ya like to live again?"
Isaac nodded weakly. He didn't know what he was agreeing to. What he was in for. If he'd known he would have let her kill him.
"Good." She said, satisfied.
"Drink this." The man said. Isaac looked up to see the woman was pushing his head into her lap. He couldn't stop her. Only watch as the events unfolded before him. A glass was tipped up and a liquid pored into Isaac's mouth. He coughed but was told to swallow. It tasted disgusting. He didn't want to. But at the moment he wasn't about to argue anything. He was in enough as it was. He had to do as they said.
"Good boy."
A tiredness overwhelmed him and he closed his eyes. Before he fell asleep, he heard a voice.
"Is he dead?"
"Only a little." The man laughed.
"So why didn't you take him then?" Her roommate, Angie, asked.
Melissa shrugged. "I didn't want to."
"Ohhh, was he cute?"
Melissa gave her a half-smile. "Kinda."
"Nice guy?"
"Very."
"Would I have liked him?" Angie sat down next to her, ice-cream on the ready. Not that it be at all nutritional for Melissa- it was just comforting to eat.
"He was a guitarist."
Angie laughed. "Oh yeah Baby! Then what was wrong with him?"
"He's human." She answered quietly. She sighed slightly and laughed half-heartedly. "I'm really sad, right? I mean, I can't even grab a good meal when I see it."
"That's the problem with you- you have too many feelings for a vampire."
Melissa laughed. "So I'm sensitive, sue me!"
Angie laughed. "If I were you; I would have taken him here, had my way with him and then have a good meal."
Melissa laughed. "But you're not me, it's harder than you think."
"I doubt it."
"D'you want to be one? I'm still hungry." Melissa threatened.
"Okay, Okay! Shish Melissa, don't get all stroppy just 'cause you missed out on a honey."
"It's easy for you though." Melissa switched on the radio.
"And you. You've got a natural talent for making guy gormless and luring them away."
"But they're not really in love with me, are they?" Melissa pointed out.
"No.... But, come on, I'm a demon. I'm not exactly the charmer if I look normal, right?"
"Guys still want you though."
Angie laughed, she knew it was true. "But still; this is only a mask."
"A pretty good one though." Melissa got up. "I'm gonna go feeding, Okay?"
"Yeah. And stop moaning! You'll find a nice honey soon enough!"
Melissa smiled at her roommate's ways of making her smile. Even if she was a twenty foot snake that fed on nightmares out of her costume.
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