What Meets The Eye

Chapter Three: The Chosen Mortal

I had never been in a trunk before. Although it was extremely uncomfortable and rather bumpy, it was quite roomy. But it's not all happiness and sunflowers in there, it's actually much more scary than you would expect.

I mean, it's pitch black, except for the convenient glowing emergency handle that you can pull to open the trunk in case you've been kidnapped by an insane and inhuman being named Colton.

But it wasn't my luck. Colton had instructed me "not to escape," thus making my body object to any attempts of doing so.

I simply laid there in the trunk, unaware of why my body refused to escape or scream. My heart, however, was beating so loudly in my chest that I was afraid it was going to crawl out of my throat at any minute. The sound of the car's engine was uncertainty of what would happen next.

Where is he taking me? What is he going to do to me? Is he going to kill me? If he is, then why not just do so at school?

Suddenly, we came to a stop, and he turned the engine off.

I heard his footsteps approaching towards me after he shut the car door.

He opened the trunk.

Bright daylight blinded my eyes, and all I could see was a black shadow looming over me.

"C'mon, let's go, sweet heart," he said, grabbing my arm and helping me out of the trunk.

I looked around me and took in my surroundings. We were in a neighborhood, but there was no one on the street. We were parked in front of a large white house.

It was a very nice house, from its two stories to its intricately detailed outside walls. The house itself looked welcoming, but the foliage that surrounded made it look uninviting. It was old fashioned, making it look like an antique that one would pay a lot of money for.

He pushed me to the front door, which was made out of solid wood. He opened the unlocked door and shoved me inside.

The sound of the door closing behind me was surely the seal on my death certificate.

"We're going downstairs," he said, leading me to a dark stairway.

"What do you want from me?" I asked, pleading.

"I want your blood."

"My what?" I said, coiling back in fear. Did I just hear him right?

"Your blood," he repeated.

"What? Why?" I cried, terror filling my body.

"Oh, you don't know?" he asked, his eyebrows raised, surprise evident on his face.

"I don't know what?" I asked, stopping in my tracks, and looking at him, curious and afraid.

He stared at me for a while with a smirk on his face.

"Tell me!" I instructed. I was dying to know what he knew about me that I didn't.

"C'mon, let's go downstairs and I'll tell you everything," he said, leading me down the stairway.

The stairway was dimly lit by the light from the living room that shined down the hall. Dark shadows cast by the light loomed along the walls.

When we reached the bottom of the stairs, he flicked a switch that illuminated the stairway.

"They only have a switch at the bottom of the staircase? How convenient," I muttered under my breath.

Colton chuckled.

Was it possible he was laughing at my joke? Could he hear my remark? No, that was impossible, he was almost fifteen feet away, unlocking a brown wooden door.