Night Walker

Chapter 3

I woke up in a plane, cuffed to a seat, by myself in the back. Strigoi were all in the front of the plan, talking. You can hear some things to piece together what they were talking about. Storming court. We've been in the air for a couple of hours, as I felt the plane land.

Shane came to the back of the plane, he was surprised to see me with my eyes open.

"Some type of sedative?" I asked, sounding weak and tired.

He didn't say anything, as he uncuffed me. He helped me stand up, my legs were trembling, and all I wanted to do was collapse.

"Roman?" I asked where he was, but I could barely talk.

Again, Shane didn't say anything.

"Mason." I muttered.

"What?" Shane finally said.

"I find it quite interesting you turned into the very monster that killed your friend."

"I didn't have a choice."

"Right, because you were weak. I wonder what he would say now, that the great Shane Reyes, is a strigoi bitch." I knew I was poking a bear.

He slapped me, knocking me into a chair. I tried fighting back, but I could barely stand.

"You don't deserve to be turned." He put his hands around my neck, choking me, "You don't deserve to be their queen, you don't deserve all of this power."

I tried gasping for air.

Someone burst through the door, throwing Shane off me. I started to cough, trying to get some air. Roman and another strigoi helped the other strigoi that first came in here. They threw Shane out of the plane. Roman came over to me.

"My princess." He carried me off the plane.

"We're running behind schedule." Robert growled at Shane.

Everyone stuffed into cars. I was in the car with Robert, Roman, and Shane. Robert injected more of the sedative, through my neck. It was going to look like a vampire bite. I faded out again. The last thing I remembered was being in the car.

I woke up what felt like a century later. I looked around, not being able to see anything. The floor was hard, cold, and covered in what felt like leaves, rocks, and twigs. I tried feeling around, it touched something, I thought was a wall, a cold, rugged wall. I keepted crawling, trying to find a way out.

"Hello?" I tried to yell, but it was more like a raspy whisper.

I kept crawling to what felt like circles, running into walls, until I didn't. I think I found an opening that I kept crawling. I looked at it and it looked like someone's leg. I looked and jumped back at what I saw.

"No, you're dead." I was trying to scoot, away from the sight of Veronica Devin.

She looked like she did when I killed her, wearing the same clothed, with a silver stake on the side of her neck. She was fading, like a hologram. She gave me a sinister smile before disappearing. I sighed and laid back, tired of crawling. I closed my eyes for a brief moment, and when I opened them, she was back, standing over me.

I tried scooting away, but I hit a wall. Veronica kneeled down in front of me. She grabbed my head. It was like my skull was squishing into my brain.

I yelled. I tried grabbing a rock to hit her. I tried kicking.

"I'm so sorry please stop." I was crying. But that only made things worse. My brain felt like it was about to explode. I yelled louder. I stopped fighting her, I couldn't take it anymore.