The Bloodstone: Just The Beginning

Chapter One

    I stepped out into the rain as I left the library after some late night studying. The moon peeked out from the clouds, providing little light to the otherwise darkness. It was ten fifty-four and I was going to be late if I didn't hurry. My guardian Derek was due home at eleven and I had no idea how to explain to him why I wasn't home. Derek was a FBI agent who had taken me in after a case he had, I avoid talking about it if possible but he always knows when something is bothering me. We lived in an apartment that he owned and I also avoided as much as possible. It isn't like its contaminated or anything, I just try to act like a normal kid when my life is seriously messed up. Even at school, I am the freak because I'm taking college classes in 8th grade. I study as much as I can so I can to keep myself busy. I rounded the corner of an alley that was supposed to be a shortcut.
    "Are you lost girlie?" I turned toward the sound and saw two men coming up on me, I spun around and saw two more coming from a doorway.
    "Hey honey, no need to look so scared, we aren't gonna hurt you," one of them said. I started to walk past one of them and found a hand on my arm. I tried to yank away but the guy just laughed, his eyes shimmering in the night. He pushed me forward against a wall and pulled a knife out. The others blocked my view from the street, from civilization. I started to kick and punch but one of them held my arms to my sides. I could feel him pressing against me and turned me to the wall. As soon as I heard a clicking sound of the belt buckle I knew what to do.
    "Don't make a sound or my friend over their with the knife will get his turn," his husky voice was well above my ear as he let go of one of my arms and reached for my pants. As soon as his hand slid under my shirt I threw my head back. Stumbling, I turned around and kneed him in between his legs, bringing him to his knees. The one with the knife flung at me and we both fell to the ground. I tried to scramble out of the way but he caught my leg and pulled me back, pinning me with his body. He held my hands above my head as he brought his head down. I turned my head and tried to get him off of me only to have bring his legs together more, straddling me. With his other hand, he brought the knife to my shirt, pulling it up so the tip was trailing up my stomach. Then he brought it to my neck, pressing the side into the soft part leaving a line of blood. I didn't move. The guy seemed pleased enough to loosen his hold on my hands but wasn't stupid enough to let go. He put the knife right on my collarbone where he made another incision, this one about five inches long. He put the knife down on the ground and reached under me, bringing my back up off the ground, exposing my neck and collarbone more. The guy brought his head to my neck and licked the blood, tongue trailing up to my ear. Then he did the same with my other cut, this time leaving a kiss on my shoulder. He then started to kiss my lips using his hand to hold my head still. As soon as he got my mouth open he tongued me and let go of my hands. I looked up dazed and smiled. I moved my hair more from my neck and pulled him down on top of me. I felt my blood leave me as he sucked it in.
    Minutes or hours later, it started to hurt and I snapped out of the trance and reached for the knife, the guy oblivious as he kept on drinking, moving to the beat of my heart. I found it and plunged it in his leg. He looked up and smiled, showing my blood on his lips. He yanked it out of my leg and looked down at me again.
    "Now, you'll die slowly," was all he said and plunged the knife into my abdomen. I let out a scream and watched as he got up and left with his group. I coughed up blood and tried to sit up, only to gasp at the pain. It was like fire running up and down my body, burning everything inside. I laid on the ground looking up at the sky. In the distance I heard my phone ring. Oh crap, Derek is going to kill me I thought. Wait, I'm dying, he won't be able to. I ignored the pain and crawled to the bag I dropped. I found my phone and saw that it was Derek. I touched the green box.
    "Mary, where are you? You were supposed to be back by eleven." He was silent, waiting for an answer. I drew a deep breath and cried out from the pain. "Mary, what's wrong?" His voice was filled with worry.
    "I--I've been st-- stabbed," was all I could manage before I started shaking all over. I dropped the phone and pressed my hand against the wound.
    "Mary, where are you? Mary! Mary are you there, tell me where you are! Mary--"