When I next woke up, I was lying in an ebony coffin in a funeral parlour. Great, first I get stalked, then I go brain dead and now I get buried alive. Perfect.
Then, as per usual, it all got wierd. Trench coat walked in with and woman with short aubern hair stepped forwards, placed her hand on my forehead and muttered "Gr'dch il gragheth".
I could move! A burning feeling built up in my lungs and I gasped for breath gulping it down like water in a glass. Trench coat stepped up and I slapped his face.
"Well, I have to admit I deserved that one..." he grinned. Not the creepy grin, but in actual amusement. That just angered me, I went to slap him again but he caught my wrist with ease.
"I saw that one coming," he said quietly, angered by my move. "If you try that again, so help me I'll-"
"Garan Ruthven!" the woman hissed "You trapped her with a binding hex for six days, then you posed as an advanced doctor, told her family she was dead and knocked out the undertaker and came to steal her 'body', I think Shana has a right to slap you twice!"
Trench coat or 'Garan' as he had revealed to be.
"It's OK honey," she continued, glaring at Garan. "My name's Sian Gatartha. I'm not going to hurt you, just test your reactions and things like that. First things first though, get dressed." she pointed to a pair of torn black skinny-jeans, a black T-Shirt and a leather jacket. It all looked brand new.
"Um... Sian I don't want to sound rude, but could you well, you know-"
"Go away? Sure thing sugar!" she grinned and pushed Garan through the door.
I got changed quickly then stepped outside.
Sian ajusted the collar and mussed up my hair, which reminded me of what my mum used to do when she liked something I had done so I bit my lip.
And recoiled as the taste of blood filled my mouth...
