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repeat.”
“He usually sends his minions to do things
for him. You might not even see him. I didn’t,” Eli added.
I felt a little better, it would be less
intimidating if I was lying to a bunch of lowly servants than to the ruler of
our kind himself.
We pushed through the bush unflinchingly as
spider webs broke over our skin. It bothered me slightly, but in the scheme of
things, being bitten by a spider and passing out or dying seems a lot less
stressful then having my brain pried through or put under a spell which exposes
all my deepest secrets.
When we reached the clearing, I couldn’t
believe it. Right in the middle was a giant tent; it was at least two stories
high and the same length wide. If I had a portable tent of this scale, I would
have stayed in it, too, instead of being cramped up in a high school filled
with smelly boys and high-pitched girls.
“This is Aalin. She’s here.”
I jumped and turned around; I felt Eli’s
hand rest on my shoulder, easing my racing heart. Before us stood three very
tall men with sniper rifles and night vision goggles. They wore a hard-out
stealth army outfit. Every inch of their body was covered, not one section of
skin was exposed to the cool night air.
“Send her in.” A woman’s voice came through
the walkie talkie that was strapped to Aalin’s chest.
The stealth guys grabbed me, forcing me to
stand between them.
“You aren’t coming?” I asked both Mr
Aleksandrov and Eli.
“Ruby, we —”
“The higher power has requested only you,
Ruby Moore,” the anonymous middle guy said.
They pushed past Eli and Mr Aleksandrov,
pulling me closer and closer to the tent. I couldn’t help but look back at them
as they stood watching, Eli’s eyes burning fiercely into mine. I think he had a
plan if things went south for me. At least, I hope he does.
The inside of the tent wasn’t a tent at
all. I was in a brightly lit, undistinguished room. It was like a normal open
living house. The floor was hard and a deep crimson color. It was warmer in
here, for which I was grateful. The walls were off-white and sturdy; there were
no windows or any gap for air or light to flow through, but regardless of its set
up, it still had that ‘tent’ smell. I stood in the main room; it wasn’t much
different than an actual living room and my eyes met the curious gazes of several
people. The low discussions that filled the room when I entered were gone. My
stomach dropped down into my intestines, sending my heart up into my throat. I
wasn’t surrounded by gods, goddesses, or guardian angels. I was surrounded by
vampires.
My stomach turned to ice and a cold sweat
began to form on my forehead. I tried hard to swallow the panic rising rapidly in
my throat. Vampires can smell fear; they know when your heartbeat increases, I
know because I’ve experienced it. It explained why they were staring at me,
amused and hungry. A woman sitting to the left of me rose from her chair and approached
the guard that escorted me in.
“Thank you, Aalin,” she whispered
seductively, running a long, pointy index finger along his chin.
He nodded and exited the tent, leaving me
alone with the vampires. The woman slowly walked towards me, her long pale legs
stretching out from underneath her dress. I bit the inside of my lip in hopes of
calming my nerves.
What was going on? Had vampires taken over?
I shuddered at the thought of them killing the higher power. Mr Aleksandrov
said he was strong enough to take on loads of vampires, maybe it was merely
talk.
“Aren’t you just delectable?” she growled,
licking her lips. Her fangs clicked out. I shut my eyes as images of myself as
a vampire filled my brain. I ran my tongue along my teeth to reassure myself
they were, in fact, gone. She ran her long nailed finger against the skin on
the back of my neck and I clenched my jaw as an ice cold trail followed her
touch.
“Don’t touch me,” I snapped. I couldn’t
help it, the words leapt out of
“He usually sends his minions to do things
for him. You might not even see him. I didn’t,” Eli added.
I felt a little better, it would be less
intimidating if I was lying to a bunch of lowly servants than to the ruler of
our kind himself.
We pushed through the bush unflinchingly as
spider webs broke over our skin. It bothered me slightly, but in the scheme of
things, being bitten by a spider and passing out or dying seems a lot less
stressful then having my brain pried through or put under a spell which exposes
all my deepest secrets.
When we reached the clearing, I couldn’t
believe it. Right in the middle was a giant tent; it was at least two stories
high and the same length wide. If I had a portable tent of this scale, I would
have stayed in it, too, instead of being cramped up in a high school filled
with smelly boys and high-pitched girls.
“This is Aalin. She’s here.”
I jumped and turned around; I felt Eli’s
hand rest on my shoulder, easing my racing heart. Before us stood three very
tall men with sniper rifles and night vision goggles. They wore a hard-out
stealth army outfit. Every inch of their body was covered, not one section of
skin was exposed to the cool night air.
“Send her in.” A woman’s voice came through
the walkie talkie that was strapped to Aalin’s chest.
The stealth guys grabbed me, forcing me to
stand between them.
“You aren’t coming?” I asked both Mr
Aleksandrov and Eli.
“Ruby, we —”
“The higher power has requested only you,
Ruby Moore,” the anonymous middle guy said.
They pushed past Eli and Mr Aleksandrov,
pulling me closer and closer to the tent. I couldn’t help but look back at them
as they stood watching, Eli’s eyes burning fiercely into mine. I think he had a
plan if things went south for me. At least, I hope he does.
The inside of the tent wasn’t a tent at
all. I was in a brightly lit, undistinguished room. It was like a normal open
living house. The floor was hard and a deep crimson color. It was warmer in
here, for which I was grateful. The walls were off-white and sturdy; there were
no windows or any gap for air or light to flow through, but regardless of its set
up, it still had that ‘tent’ smell. I stood in the main room; it wasn’t much
different than an actual living room and my eyes met the curious gazes of several
people. The low discussions that filled the room when I entered were gone. My
stomach dropped down into my intestines, sending my heart up into my throat. I
wasn’t surrounded by gods, goddesses, or guardian angels. I was surrounded by
vampires.
My stomach turned to ice and a cold sweat
began to form on my forehead. I tried hard to swallow the panic rising rapidly in
my throat. Vampires can smell fear; they know when your heartbeat increases, I
know because I’ve experienced it. It explained why they were staring at me,
amused and hungry. A woman sitting to the left of me rose from her chair and approached
the guard that escorted me in.
“Thank you, Aalin,” she whispered
seductively, running a long, pointy index finger along his chin.
He nodded and exited the tent, leaving me
alone with the vampires. The woman slowly walked towards me, her long pale legs
stretching out from underneath her dress. I bit the inside of my lip in hopes of
calming my nerves.
What was going on? Had vampires taken over?
I shuddered at the thought of them killing the higher power. Mr Aleksandrov
said he was strong enough to take on loads of vampires, maybe it was merely
talk.
“Aren’t you just delectable?” she growled,
licking her lips. Her fangs clicked out. I shut my eyes as images of myself as
a vampire filled my brain. I ran my tongue along my teeth to reassure myself
they were, in fact, gone. She ran her long nailed finger against the skin on
the back of my neck and I clenched my jaw as an ice cold trail followed her
touch.
“Don’t touch me,” I snapped. I couldn’t
help it, the words leapt out of
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