Chapter 2
As RIcktor predicted, five minutes later, a few other guards came and got me. Well, just one other guard. He was six feet one inch, African American with a hazel nut complexion, green-brown eys, a cleanly shaven head, and looked to be in his mid twenties.
"You must be Grey." he commented in a friendly tone. He could take that friendly dameaner and shove it up 'his accomplice to kidnapping ass'. When I did'nt respond to any of his samll talk, he stopped walking, making me stop too.
"Come on, lighten up. It's not the end of the world." he said while trying to place an arm around my shoulders, but I strugged him off.
"Easy for you to say. You aren't the one who got your ass kidnapped by some crackheads." I mumbled, wishing he would leave me alone so I could escape. He suprised me by busting out laughing.
"They...are not...crackheads!" he said inbetween laughs. I really didn't see what was so funny about it.
"How can you laugh about this! It's agree to obey or die, and I don't even know what i'm agreeing to." I shouted, waving my hands around in his face. He jsut stared at me like I was crazy. Maybe I had gone crazy.
"Look, it's not as bad as you may think. It's goig to be okay. I went through the same thing you're going through and I'm just fine." he said soothingly.
"What? Are you saying you got kidnapped too and you're just peachy-damn-keen about it!?" I wanted to shake him--- no I wanted to kick him in the jewels.
"You'll see. Everything is not so bad." He grabbed my arm and pulled me with him through a long corridor. We were in a gigantic hallway five to six doors on each side. At the was a spiraling staircase, twisting down to a polished marble floor. Oh. My. God! The place was huge! Everything looked expensive: the furniture, the rugs , the huge center piece on the big ass table, even the air smelled expensive. When we the bottom of the staircase he led us through a gigantic doorway that took us straight outside.
My mouth hung open in shock. Outside the housed looked like humongous plain, stretching on for miles. The thing that amazed me the most was that it looked like a battle ground-or more along the lines of a training ground . Over fifity men and women were battling each other, but not injuring each other.
Holy crap! What have I gotten myself into. I needed to get the hell out of here. I had a sick feeling in my stomache that doing that wasn't going to be so easy.
"Come on, I still have to show you the rest of the estate." Leon said and took me back inside. From there he showed me the rst of the mansion. The kitchen, the wash room, the living room, the waiting room, the weapons room, ect. ect. Until we ended back on the floor where the bedrooms were. And the odd thing was, he only showed me one, and it wasn't the one I arrived in. That I didn't understand but had a hunch that I needed to.
When he led me into the room, my eyes were wide with awe. The room was beautiful. Black, silver, and midnight blues tones were the theme of the room. Paintings that looked to be from the sixteen-hundreds hung on almost every wall, except for the wall that had the huge bed against it. The bed was a materpiece, four postered, with the same colored tones as the rest of the room but more pronounced.
But, again, I didn't understand why he was showing me this room. It must be of some great importance sense he was showing it to me. "Why are you showing me this room?" i asked, turning suspiciously to Leon.
"Because this is where you will be staying for the time being." He answered nonchalantly. Suddenly, he cocked his head to the side as if he were listening to something I couldn't begin to fathom. Then, almowst so low that I had to lean in to hear, he said "Yes Master".
Oh this couldn't be good. He grabbed my arm-for like the fifth time today-and lead me throught the mansion again until we were back on the training grounds. And there awaited the one they called 'Master'. He stared at us approaching with a expressionless face. A face wiped of all emotion. From behind him, Ricktor stepped up until he was a almost beside him, but still behind him.
"Come here, little girl." Ricktor said, sarcasm heavy in his voice. I looked arouund, and sure enough, everybody was staring at me as if to say, 'Oh my god, I can't believe you're not doing what he told you to do'. I stared back at every one of them hoping my expression came out as, 'Make me'.
Then, as if my act of defiance defended him to the max, he took a step towards me, clenching his jaw. Seconds passed. Nothing happened. More seconds. Still nothing. It was so quiet, the grass could be heard blowing in the wind. And still nothing. A few veins popped up on his neck and forhead, and I could tell I was really pissing him off.
He seemed about to take action, but stopped when his 'Master' held one hand up, all the while his eyes never leaving my face .Creepy. Fear, like a dark sliver of ice slide along my spine at that blank stare directed my way. Definitly not good. Then like a breeze on a distant wind, a thought blew through my mind. "come to me" it seemed to whisper, in a deep masculan voice.
I jerked with surprise. The voice was familiar, sounding exaclty like Mr. Creepy there who was starig at me. He smirked-at last an emotion springing to life on his face-and nodded as if to confirm that he was speaking to me without so mush as opening his mouth.
Oh. Hell. No. It couldn't be possible. I refued to believe that crap. These people werer on crack or something. I backed up, willing myself not to go froward, even though I had a strong impulse to. Like I couldn't control my own body. I tried to back up another step but couldn't. It felt as if invisible hands were gripping my ankles, rooting me to the ground.
Slowly, he stalked towards me, circling around me until he came to be at my back. Where I couldn't see him or wht he was doing. Right then, I was scared, seriously scared. Something was unnatural about this man. Not right. He felt wrong, all them felt wrong-unnatural.
He came, closer, and closer still until I could feel his cold breath on the back of my neck. Then, there was just the faintest sound, of him enhailing.
"You smell...Just like..." he paused for a long time, "your parents." He whispered. "How is it that you are alive, Luna, when your race was supposed to be wiped out by you and your parents deaths?"
My heart sunk to the bottom of my stomache in a heartbeat at his words. Oh...Hell
