Supernaturals

13. Locked up

DECLAN

Ashley and I were locked up in a very dark room. It was so dark, I couldn't see anything beyond my nose. The darkness alone was torture.

But that wasn't all, of course.

Ashley and I were thrown into a room with an iron door and no window or any means of ventilation. We were all stripped bare of our clothes, but right now that was the least of our problems.

We had been injected with vervain. Vervain was the one thing vampires were very terrified of. To the average person, vervain was solely a plant used in traditional medicine to treat infections and abdominal pains. It was also used to promote milk production in breastfeeding women.

But to the vampires, it was something else. It was a plant that if ingested by any means, would make vampires very weak. If the quantity was too much, it could lead to temporal paralysis—this usually lasts for about three or four days, at times, a week or more.

But we weren't the only ones in the dark room. The eight dead witches were also in the room, their bodies piled on each other. It was really not a sight to see.

My aunt had been k*lled and that was beyond sad. I know the woman had been cuckoo for at least seven years but she didn't deserve to have her life taken away from her. And definitely not in that manner.

Neither did the innocent eight witches who posed no harm to the vampires at all.

There was no limit to what Landon could do. Past, present, future—I strongly doubted if there was anyone as wicked as Landon. It seemed like the older he grew, the meaner he became.

I heard a sound. It was soft, weak and unclear. And it wasn't Ashley.

In a moment it became clear to me. Someone had somehow managed to allow some of their vampire blood in one of the witches before their death. Now, this witch was in the process of changing.

Sadly, it was the girl.

“What's happening to me?” She asked, still lying on the floor, wobbling tirelessly.

“We have to k*ll her, she's not ready for this kind of life," Ashley said.

Yeah, we have to k*ll her again.

No one's ever ready for this kind of life, not even if you are born with it.

With vampires being able to reproduce, one rarely saw vampires changing others. Reproducing or not, vampires weren't ever eager to make a human or which to be like them. They preferred keeping their food as food.

There was one time I saw a human changed by a vampire. I was barely sixteen—this was many years before the apocalypse. Some young hot-headed vamps had caught a man who got drunk and wandered into the vast compound we live in.

Even then, Landon had had several rules considering k*lling a human. His stance on this was quite simple. Vamps were never allowed to k*ll humans and we had to live on animals' blood.

Well, except if the humans were stupid enough to wander into our territory.

I could remember how sad it was seeing the man suffer. He had gotten some vampires' blood in him before he d*ed—which was very common among careless vamps. Blood came out of every part of the man's body, his shrieks were simply a daylight terror.

I didn't feel bad when an older vampire had smashed the man's head with a log of wood. It was better that way.

“I will take care of it, don't worry.”

Ashley assured me, trying to make sure I was alright with it.

“It's fine, Ashley,” I nodded my head even though I knew she couldn't see me in the completely dark room, “it's fine.”

“It's you, isn't it? You monster, you monster." The girl kept saying as she recognized my voice.

Monster? Yes, that was what I was to her. It just depended on how she thought. Who stabbed the man? The man or the sword? In this case, I was the sword. Unless she had an issue with both and I couldn't blame her.

“You will suffer, you will suffer" She stood shakily and charged at me.

She didn't know where I was so she had judged only by my voice. When she got to me, she didn't hit me, she only placed her hands on my crotch and said some words. After she uttered those weird words, I felt a sort of pain. Like something was being burnt or written on my crotch.

This was weird. She had cast some sort of spell on me and I wondered what it was.

Ashley finally finding something she could use as a weapon, bashed the girl's head with it. It was the only moment where I appreciated the darkness. At least I wasn't able to see the horrid sight.

Just then I felt something pierce into my mind. I felt a presence communicating with me through something that had to be some magic spell.

“You disgusting pig, you killed them, didn't you?” The voice said.

It was the beautiful voice of the witch I saved. The voice of the woman I had put myself in trouble for.

I was dumbfounded. What could I possibly say? Wait, how did she know?

“How's this even possible? You are the witch I saved." I said, my voice, nothing like it usually is.

“Who are you talking to?" Ashley asked, wondering whether I had gone crazy.

The witch started yelling. “I will k*ll you, you monster, you really believe I'm stupid, don't you? I know you k*lled eight of my friends and I promise you that I will. . . .”

I cut in. “That is so not true, it was all Landon, not me. I'm even locked up right now and will be ended eventually.”

“Save the lies to yourself, I only want you to know that you will d*e by my hands. And so will all of you vile beasts." She rambled and then I couldn't feel her presence anymore.

She had cut off contact.

I explained everything to Ashley and she was really surprised.

“I thought you had lost your wits." Ashley chuckled. “Anyway, that's some serious spell she must have cast.”

The anger in her voice had caught me unaware. If she had a chance, she would k*ll right now. The funny thing was she didn't even know what I was made to do to her friends. She hated me when I saved her life, if she knew what I did, her hatred would increase a thousand folds.