The Blood Revolution (SOON)

Chapter 22

Hannah grabbed my arm and pulled me outside the room. I wasn't able to resist as she dragged me infront of her convertible. Sometimes this girl could really be a bit sadistic. I just wish she wouldn't dare to time-freeze me and slit my throat in the process.

I fastened my seatbelt on the shotgon seat. "Where are we going?"

She turned the car on and hit the transmission. "You're wondering why you're here and why all of this is happening. Well, it's about time you understand things."

The car slowly crept and moved out of the Halfblood Haven into an open area that looks like a junkyard. A white-sanded rough road greeted us outside. It was the first time since last night that I got a glimpse of the light of day. Inside the hall it was kind of dim. I realized that the building we were in is some sort of an abondoned warehouse in a far-flung part of the city. Tall, leafy plants and dead trees surrounded it. Old, unused cars barricaded the vicinity with barbed wires wrapped around rusty G.I. sheets that looked like a construction site fence.

"What happened to it's not safe to go out?" I said.

Hannah glanced at me and grimaced. "It's daytime. But that doesn't mean vampires don't exist. They still do."

"Don't they burn in the sun?"

"All your questions will be answered, Peter. A little patience might suffice."

Right, coming from her who gets annoyed so easily. How ironic!

"So where are we going really? I hope you're already taking me home." I groaned.

"Like I said, all your questions will be answered. Now shut up! I don't want anyone talking too much when I'm driving."

That made me stop and sigh.

Hannah had a history of overspeeding but I was glad that this time she had stayed below speed limit. I tried to keep my mouth shut, something I've always had a hard time doing. The way Hannah threatens me makes me sick. I wonder if that's her powers too. Threatening people and scaring them to death. I could use a power such as that.

We traveled around 15 minutes on roads I'm not quite familiar with. We were heading somewhere away from the city. Of that I'm sure. The road was pretty small and narrow, rough and uncemented. I had bumped my head a few times in the roof that my forehead already hurt. Soon, the road splitted into two. Hannah took a curve to the right, the narrower one. It led towards a denser field, and we found ourselves moving downwards on a small grassy hill.

The car stopped infront of a ruined building. It looked old and deserted with only a few more beams and one side of the wall left. Hannah turned off the car and opened the door. I followed her outside and stayed a short distance behind her back.

What is this place?

I didn't knew that there was something like this in Gavaldon. Maybe I wasn't exploring much. That probably explains it.

"What is this place?" I asked her. I just don't see anything suspicious or special about the place. How will a ruined building help me undestand everything that's happening now?

Hannah walked towards the wall and approached it. I followed her, attempted to make a ridiculous comment. But I reposed myself, remembering what she did to Blue back at the Haven.

"Look," she uttered and traced her fingers in the brick wall. I walked towards her to get a closer look at the wall she's touching. It looked derelict, rough and filled with holes of different sizes. There were drawings on them. Figures and symbols I couldn't understand. A round circular pattern with a star in the middle. Below the star, faded and almost washed out of time is a huge letter V. Hannah took my hand and guided it into the letter on the wall.

I screamed. The touch of the letter dazed me. My body superheated, like there was something inside that wishes to explode out of me. My skin felt like disolving into the heat. The scenery around me blurred, as if I was sucked into the middle of a whirlwind. Something hit me from behind and I was tossed like a puffball into the air. I lost my weight. I was floating. I tried to fight the heat in my body and the extreme pain in my head. My eyes begged to shot of the eyesockets. My nerves felt like popping.

Where the hell is Hannah? I screamed when the torture got worse! What is going on! My screams grew louder as the whirlwind around me grew stronger and faster as if it was the end of the world. Then I felt like falling.

I hit the ground hard. My bones felt like they've been crumpled, wisps of dust puffed in my face and dirt got into my mouth and lips.

I heard voices. I lifted my face to see a different view. I was lying in the sand in the middle of the road in an unfamiliar place. I coughed the dirt off my mouth and got up, examining the place.

Small thatch cottages lined each side of a brown rough road that stretched onwards for a half mile. Overhead, the setting sun showered it's last rays, painting the skies with gloomy shades of red and indigo. With the heavens giving it's final streaks of light, the villagers began litting the torches that gleamed like dull rubies.

The place looked old enough for me, something quite historical to my perspective. The people were no exception. Dressed in tunics and long ankle-length dresses, they walked and ran around with their own errands. No one seemed to notice me. Behind, children's echoing laughter brought me to turn around. Holding toy cars made up of wood and wool, they laughed and ran around in vibrant cheer. A group of women passed by carrying pails and baskets. Everyone seemed too busy to pay me attention.

A young woman in a yellow dress walked past me, carrying a pail of fresh milk. She was smiling at me so I smiled back. But her eyes seemed distant and ignored me even as I said hello.

"She couldn't see you," Hannah said, popping up at my back. "We don't exist here. We are only visitors hence we can't intefere with this timeline."

"You got us back into time?" I must admit it's pretty amazing to be back in time and witness it for yourself. I could really use Hannah's help on the History class I've been flunking lately.

"Obviously," she answered.

I heaved a breath. I guess I really had to deal with this girl's sarcasm. "So how am I supposed to understand our present with this past. And where have you been?"

She gave me a dry glance.

I groaned and gestured in the air, pointing at the village infront of us. "Well, I see nothing wrong with this place at all. Like come on. It's just a small, peaceful town."

"Watch."

It felt like a warning coming from her. She looked serious so I waited for something significant to happen. The skies finally darkened, tiny specks of light dotting the clear heavens. But for the next five minutes, nothing happened. I almost asked Hannah to get me back to the present when I heard the yelling closing in.

The ground quaked, as if a massive vehicle is approaching. The pile of sand beside us cracked, receded and flattened. The cottages creaked and grated. Alarmed, villagers ran around in trepidation. They gathered their children, locked doors and barricaded their homes. They fled the streets like what's coming is something they desperately dread.

"What's that?" I asked Hannah. "Do you hear that?"

The ground rumbled as heavy thuds grew stronger, closer. The sound of a hundred hoofs galloping.

She darkened. "He's here."

"Him who?"

"Hell himself."

It happened so fast, even faster than an eye could blink. The villagers exploded into panic and chaos. Screaming blasted from all corners. From the darkness, they came. Horse-riders in black capes, armed with axes and swords. They swarmed the village like dark, formidable beasts and attacked people upon sight. Sharp, glistening metals cutted, sliced and pierced through soft flesh, blood showering like sprayers. Axes cutted through running bodies, tossing heads and arms towards different directions. More caped men appeared. They leaped from every direction, pouncing and grabbing people towards their doom. They crawled onto roofs, charged at houses and left clamoring screams. The villagers tried to escape their demise. Some shut doors of their cottages, others hid. A few villagers fought back. They gathered swords and shields and defended themselves. But none seem to stop the invaders. They were hunters of the night. They s*******r people as if they were animals.