The Colour Of Blood

Paris! It had to be Paris.

Fawn

I am sat alone in a dark room... I hear a knock at the door two people walk in.

''Who are you?'' I ask instantly, my voice a mix of fear and anger.

''We'll ask the questions around here.'' The first man says. I look at the men. The one who spoke looks around his mid-twenties, six foot tall, with neat blonde hair and bright green eyes which burn with a fierce lust for blood. The second man is a bit shorter, with red hair. He has green eyes, but his are darker, a jade colour. They look less violent, but they still seem to be hiding mild cruelty. The first man stares at me with ferocity, and I stare right back. His gaze doesn't falter, so eventually I look away. He smiles cruelly, knowing he's won.

''At least tell me your names.'' I say quietly.

''Why should we?'' The blonde man asks.

''So I can address you...'' I say it like I'm talking to a 3 year old.

''He may as well tell her.'' The redhead says. The blonde sighs. I look at the pair. The blonde one seems in charge, but the redhead obviously has the ability to calm him, at least to some extent.

''Fine.'' The blonde glares at me. ''My name is Damian. This is my partner, Magnus.''

''What's your surnames?'' I ask. I instantly regret it. Damian steps forward and growls, like a dog.

''Damian...'' Magnus warns him. ''We need her alive.''

''I wasn't going to kill her, just teach her a lesson!''

''No.'' Magnus says firmly. I decide I like him. They sit beside me.

''Now sweetie, tell us why you think you're here.'' He says gently.

''Because I'm a yellow blood?'' I ask nervously.

''Yes. A very powerful one.'' Magnus nods.

''I know it.'' I smile proudly. ''I'm the best yellow blood of the generation. Nobody has talents as good as mine!''

''Stop bragging!'' Damian rolls his eyes.

''Why should I? I'm amazing! Absolutely extraordinary! My big sister said I'm almost as powerful as her, but I think I'm even better than her. She has rubbish powers.''

''What are her powers?'' Magnus asks eagerly.

''Well my oldest sister can speak to birds telepathically, manipulate people's minds, and go invisible. But I'm even more amazing. My second sister, Cloudy, is absolutely rubbish. She only has two powers, flight and invisibility.'' The men smile and jot something down. I suddenly realise what I've just done. ''Oh no!'' I whisper.

''Go on, tell us more.'' Magnus urges me.

''No.'' I say. Both men's faces cloud over.

''Tell us.'' Damian says, pulling out a gun.

''You wouldn't shoot me.'' I say smugly. ''I'm too important.'' I hear a band and look down. My hands were laid on the table top in front of me, and there is a bullet hole centimetres from my left hand. Gulping, I look up at the men.

''Try me.'' Damian grins, a glint of malice in his eyes.

''Now, tell us who else you know, where we can find them, and what their powers are.'' Magnus says. All of his earlier kindness is gone; he no longer tries to hide his hatred for me.

''That's all I know.'' I lie. ''I'm not allowed to socialise with other yellow bloods. My sisters are very strict.'' That's half true, they are very strict and Coco's dark looks drive off most potential friends.

''Liar.'' Damian spits at me.

''That's physical abuse!'' I whine.

''In case you haven't noticed, I'm pointing a gun at your head.'' Damian says in a patronising tone. ''I think spit is the least of your worries.''

''But it's disgusting!'' I continue to complain. ''I want to go home!'' I pout.

''Tough.'' The men say simultaneously.

''It's not fair!!!'' I start to cry, but the men look completely unaffected. I continue wailing loudly, and eventually they cover their ears. Finally, Magnus clamps a hand over my mouth. I bite him, and he yells a few words I won't repeat.

''That's it!'' Damian grabs the collar of my shirt and pulls me forward so I'm practically lying on the table. ''Listen here you little pest. You're going to tell us where the others are or you'll end up with a bullet in your arm.'' His face is close against mine, and flecks of spit hit my face as he speaks. His intense eyes stare into mine, searching my soul for an answer. I close them, not wanting to give him access to my thoughts.

''They're...'' I think hard, trying to come up with a decent lie. I open my eyes and look to the side. On the wall are posters for different countries.

''Come on, we don't have all day.'' Damian mutters angrily. I turn back to him and look him in the eye.

''They're in Germany....''