"The Sacrifice:;The Sacrifice Trilogy"[Book 1.]

9.The Mistakes of a Past Life

  Savannah 

 "Alanna, wake up! I don't know where we are," my body shook with fear, to which she responded with an eye roll and a grunt of annoyance. "We're in the basement of our house. God, you truly are dense," she sighs like she can't fathom how she got trapped in the body of such an idiot. Peering around the worn-down basement that hasn't been used in years, two white bars line the right and left side of the room where a box of old baby pictures used to be. Compared to the decor of the house, this is absolutely decrepit. The brown walls actually look as if a mouth is gasping out of it with that hole cutting straight down the middle. I hear footsteps coming and in that second she realizes it too, she tries to lift her arms; only to have the shocking fact that she's being confined stop her dead in her tracks. "What the hell is this? Have we been freakin' captured?!" She asked in anger to no one, but someone answers her anyway, shocking us both. "It appears that way, doesn't it?"

It can't be...

"Mo-Patricia? How are you here? Scratch that: why, of all the people in this demon-infested place, am I stuck with you?" Alanna's tone was inexplicably emotionless as she stared into our mother's almost-lifeless brown eyes. Though Alanna's question was directed to her out of anger and hurt, what she saw in her eyes at that second dissolved Alanna's rage: tears. "He made me say those things; I never meant to cause you heartache. You're my babies," she sobbed, earnest regret coming off her like waves. Alanna casts her head below, unable or [maybe unwilling?] to meet our mother's eyes as she said gravely, "We're not your daughters,"

Our mom looked truly taken aback. "What? Of course you are, don't be absurd! Your father may be a disgusting and vile man, but if there's one thing your father is not-" she seemed to pause for dramatic effect-"he's not a cheater," she defended him. Alanna's mouth flew open and I started jumping up and down like a spider was crawling inside my head without relenting. "I'm sorry, but I think our sanity just went out the window for an extended vacation. Come again? Alexander's our father?!" She asked, her fingers tapping against the tiled floor. 

Mom appeared to be fuming because literal flames danced behind her eyes-and I'm talking big, red balls of fire-and it actually scared me. Although Alanna didn't seem fazed by this occurrence, I detected a slight hint of uneasiness. "Uh, mom? What exactly are you? Between your beautifully manicured red nails, to your yellow sundress, you don't seem to be in captivity," Alanna pointed out. However, Alanna might as well have been speaking to herself, because mom was evidently not a good listener. Instead, she was rambling on about Alexander being an ass: how he should've told us and blah, blah, blah. "Mother, we love you dearly-we truly do-but please, will you stop talking for just a second and tell us what you are?" Alana asked her while trying desperately to keep her hands firmly on the floor, so as not to strangle her; I'm guessing. Seeing this in her eyes, mom complies to her request: "I'm a demon, love. For one-hundred years, I've been under his control; a little slave to him of my own free will," she says with disgust dripping from her voice. We're both dumbfounded and looking at her as if she'd just committed murder. "But why? Why would you put yourself through that kind of torture?!" Alanna asked with concerned sympathy.

"My answer is simple, darlings: for you. This-" she gestures around the dusty room- "was all for you," she says with equal parts of love and despair in her chocolate eyes. "To explain what I mean by that, I would have to show you. Just a warning before I do: as we do not have a clock or calendars in The Underworld, we have no concept of time. Therefore, I have not the slightest speculation of where or when, you'll end up. Time moves faster here; two-thousand years on this plane could just be a couple years in human time. Be cautious my darling daughters, for whatever time you end up in, it was not pretty; I can assure you of that much," she says with anxiety in her tone.  With a light touch to the demon's forehead, we were put into a dream-like state deep into the unknown...