Twenty-Two
When I woke up we were pulling to a rocky stop, and I sat up, rubbing my head.
'Where are we?' I moaned.
'Dude, you slept for hours straight. I would've thought you were dead if you didn't keep snoring.' Dexter laughed.
'I don't snore!' I cried. 'Where are we?'
'Somewhere near the Victorian border.'
I mentally shook my head. 'How...how long was I asleep for?' I asked slowly, shocked. When I first went to sleep, we were a few hours away from Warwick.
Dexter got out of the car and I followed, stretching out properly.
'Dude, how long was I asleep for?' I repeated, following Dexter along. When he didn't answer, I looked up at the massive building that rose up eerily in the dawning light. 'And...remind me again where we are?'
'We're at a church.' Dexter stated simply.
'Doesn't look like a church.' I said as we walked up the timber steps and stopped at the massive carved oak doors. They must've been about two inches thick, and locked with three inch steel locks.
'They're very...controlled.' I decided.
'That's one way of putting it.' Dexter said as he knocked. I heard it echo through the many floors of the haunted church. 'Now you keep your mouth shut, no matter what, OK? And don't eat anything, for the love of god.'
At the mere mention of food I was hungry again. 'Not even just a-'
'No.'
'But you don't even know what I was going to-'
'The answer's no, Bellatrix.'
'Whatever.'
'We're here for your benefit. So keep your mouth shut, and don't eat anything. As a matter of fact, don't even TOUCH anything.'
'I'll try my hardest.' I sighed, bracing myself for the daunting task ahead.
Eventually we heard single footsteps coming closer, and on each third step a massive THUD would follow.
'Where are we again?'
I doubt he was about to answer, when instead the doors swung open inwardly and we were staring down a man that should've been six feet under twenty years ago.
I put on my best smile and opened my mouth to speak before the old man cut me off. His voice gave everything away, revealing the strength he held.
'You're the Grimm twins, is that right?'
'We're not-' I began.
'Yes.' Dexter cut across, and after shooting me a look, he turned back to the man.
That's when I noticed the man's sceptre- at the top of the long wooden pole was a cross with a circle at the top, and within that held another, slightly different version of a cross.
'May we?'
Nodding, the man turned on his heel and walked off, not bothering to see if we followed.
'We're dealing with Necromancers?!' I whispered incredulously. 'What the Hell are we seeing Necromancers for?'
'They're not Necromancers.' Dexter whispered back, walking past me and following the man along. After a second and choosing between my options I quickly followed.
'Well if they're not Necromancers what are they? And why are we here?' I asked, looking around. Walking down the isle, the stain painted windows cast beautiful lights down on all the church seats and the altar, where at the top another Necromancer cross stood.
The windows would've been nice, if they weren't showing people dying grotesquely and horrifically.
Walking up the altar, the man stopped right below the cross.
'No, this doesn't feel like we're walking into a trap at all.' I muttered to myself. Looking down, I saw we were standing on a grate- like the grate some people shoved dead bodies down.
I shuddered.
The man's dark brown eyes stared me down distrustfully, but I could hardly judge.
'Down there?' Dexter asked, and he nodded.
'Well, that seems swell, but I'm gonna have to say no. Maybe another time?' I said.
'Come on, Trix.' Dexter knelt down and opened the hatch. The grate came off on hinges, and it must've had a covering of glass over it to cover up the stench of decomposing bodies.
'You're not serious.'
'Oh, I am.' Dexter indicated for me to crawl down. 'Ladies first.'
'I hate you.'
