Secrets.

Unending Turmoil (part1)

 {A/N: So, I had about half of this chapter written already but it just began to annoy me as I wrote it (not sure why). I came to the conclusion that if I kept on working with that chapter, I'd just get impatient and leave it. Which is why it's been so long for an upload. I gave up and deleted it and went back to square one.

I'm just going to write this chapter as I go along. It mightn't be the longest or greatest but I need to write it.

Thanks for being patient with me!}

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Chapter 8 - Unending Turmoil.

I gazed up at Nate, smiling slightly at his concern filled eyes, as we entered into the strange, ancient-looking house. How strange it was to feel so safe in my future murderer's arms. I believed he would protect me, just as he'd already done. I was weirdly happy that he had put off showing me 'the beautiful colours of' my 'own agony'. A calm flowed through my body at that thought.

Of course, that could've been down to the blood flowing out of me.

I kept my eyes fully trained on Nate's as he walked down several passages, moving quickly but softly. I wondered if all vampires had his grace. I doubted it. Some people never learnt, not even being un-dead could change that. Perhaps Nate was simply being gentle with me. In which case, it was possibly not his best plan of action. My eyelids were beginning to drop and my body felt heavy. The pain ebbing from my body was a reminder of how close I was to death. Death brought peace, and peace was trying to overwhelm my exhausted self.

"Nate," I mumbled sleepily. "I feel drowsy..."

"Stay awake, little Sarah!" His voice pleaded with me but it was hard to fight against the desire to shut my eyes. I wanted to stay awake, so I held onto his voice.

"Nate... talk to me..." He began talking about something or other. My mind couldn't process the words but his voice had captured me. I focused on it, appreciating the sweet sound of it.

Suddenly, he kicked a door open and I was carefully laid out on my side on a cold metal slab. Like the ones in a funeral home. This jerked me to some awareness.

"No! No! No!," I shrieked, worry etched on my face.

"Shush, Sarah. They're going to help you," Nate whispered but it failed to comfort me at that moment.

"They're going to kill me! They're going to dissect me and then I'll never be reborn and I'll never get another chance to do all the lame things I never bothered to and nobody will remember me or ever get to know and...," I rambled on, spewing out a litany of curses each time I took a quick breath after emptying my lungs. When I eventually trailed off, my chest was burning and heaving up and down.

Laughter surrounded at me. I clenched my fists (secretly glad that I had feeling back).

"You're funny!," a girl just a bit older looking than me giggled.

"I didn't know dying was such a funny subject," I huffed. {A/N: Ever watch 1000 ways to Die? Actually very funny! It's on Bravo!"

Her joking attitude instantly vanished and she looked away., shame-faced.

"Let's get you fixed up."

They used a knife to shred my top most of the way, leaving me just barely enough coverage to feel comfortable. They poked at the stick, I guess to see how best to extract it. My eye caught Nate's.

"If they kill me or let me die, I want you to promise me that you will bite that girl until she is in as much pain as I am now and then poke the rest of them until their screams match hers!," I hissed, taking aback the staff.

Nate held his hand over where his heart should be, bowed and then spoke in an official-sounding voice, "It is my promise, my little Sarah, to do exactly as you wish if something does in fact go wrong." He smiled and I nodded slightly, accepting his pledge.

"Thanks Nate!," the girl muttered and I smiled evilly at her. She rolled her eyes.

"I hope he doesn't actually end up biting you," I said consolingly, reaching out and patting her arm awkwardly before the pain caused me to pull back. She looked at me in confusion but I ignored her look that said I was mental.

Unexpectedly, they began yanking the stick out of me. I could feel it moving amongst my innards and the barb-like knobs on the stick were causing great pain for me as they held the stick inside me. I wanted to scream but I'd suffered a lot of pain. I couldn't exactly afford to show too much weakness around these people.

"Excuse me," I gasped, "I have a date to get to so can you please hurry this up!" Laughter filled the room again but they tried hide it with coughs until I cracked a small smile. Pain was not easily masked by it.

As I felt another tug on the damned thing poking through me, my fist randomly struck out and punched someone in the gut as I tried centre the pain on another part of my body. I heard an "Oomph!" which I didn't pay much attention to.

My hard eyes caught Nate's laughing ones. I mouthed, "I hate you!" to him and he chuckled, much to my annoyance.

"Awe, you guys are so cute together!" I looked at her, stiffening.

I pouted, "You know I'd be a bit insulted if you didn't think my fiancé and I looked cute together!" She stared at me, mouth agape. I felt proud for sticking that dumb=struck expression on her face. She looked back to Nate for confirmation, but he too was busy staring at me.

While I was distracted, my 'surgeons' pulled the stick right out of me. I screamed in pain, shock and rage. They had done the one thing I hadn't wanted them to do. I could've done that but hell, I didn't want to! Because I knew just how sore it was going to be And what do they do? They go do the absolute worst thing ever. They rubbed stinging paste into my wounds but I blocked the ordeal.

When I at last came back to my reality, I found myself in the strange room, alone with Nate.

"We must start on the preparations!," he beamed.

"For what?," I was confused. What was he on about?

"For our wedding of course! I accept your proposal."

Err, what did I miss?