Strigoi

Chapter 6: The Clan

My heart was pounding as I looked through the car window and saw the base.

No one could ever expect it to be a Kynigòs hideout. I guess that was the point.

It seemed like any other house. But nothing that went on in there was normal.

It was big. You could probably fit a dozen people in there. And that assumption was probably right.

Kynigòs live, hunt, and kill together. They probably all lived together in this house. That was gonna make things really hard for me if everything went south.

The thing is, I wanted to live. I wanted answers. I was done letting my life go to waste. If I was gonna live I might as well live. I was done hiding. I was ready to fight.

"You sure? We can still run, you know?" Asked Walker almost as if he was begging for us to not go.

He had gone on and on about what could happen to me. And it scared me of coarse, but I had to know.

I didn't know what. But I couldn't stay in the dark any longer. If there was a reason behind my Dads' death, then I had to know about it. Even if it meant I could loose my life.

"Tempting, but like I said, this is important." I reminded Walker.

I did really want to just leave everything and anything behind, but if I did I will always have an empty feeling in the back of my mind. A feeling telling me that I can't continue without filling it.

It was time. The time that I stopped fearing everything that crossed my path. I had to get out in the world.

If I had something in me that could change things for the great or good, I had to start using it. No matter how scared I am.

We do continue handing out the Strigoi for a reason: to find someone to reverse fate.

Strigoi are supposed to die out according to the ways of nature. But is it really supposed to happen? What if natures just making a mistake? What if Strigoi are meant to thrive? But before anything, I had to know the secrets of the Clan.

"Let's go. Try not to act so comfortable. They'll suspect that something is wrong." Walker warned before putting on my handcuffs and walking me out of the car like a prisoner.

Instantly four guards came out of the front door.

"We'll take it from here." Said one guard as Walker reluctantly let me go.

That's when the fear kicked in. I lost what made me feel so secure.

Without Walker I didn't know what would happen to me. Or what I would do.

I stared back at him with concern in my face. But as we kept walking inside the house I lost sight of him.

I began to shiver uncontrollably, you could hear the rattling of the handcuffs against my boney hands.

My heart pounded like the sound of a horse being rode off to war. I gulped down the spit receding in my mouth.

We turned a corner and the lights in the semi normal looking house dimmed.

My eyes widened as I realized that the doors in this hallway were made out of steel.

My teeth began to chatter as I heard growls, cries, screaming coming from further down the hallway.

The guards hand tightened around my arm. I winced at the contact, his hand was covered in Pharmaco. The guard chuckled at my reaction.

Finally we reached the end of the hallway. It was a dead end all that layed upon it was larger steel door.