Sparked (COMPLETED)

Chapter Nine

Vienna

I was asleep when my phone started ringing.
We had gotten a room at a hotel. I was tempted to go back to my old house, but I remembered we had sold it to a young man with a sheepdog.
That dog was freaking adorable.
There was a limited amount of beds, so people had to share. Miss Peregrine said she didn't want anything happening, so girls had to share beds with girls and boys had to share with boys.
Of course, she got her own bed in another room.
I was sharing with Emma. The other pairs were Claire and Olive, Jacob and Millard, and Horace and Enoch. Fiona and Hugh were the exception. Hugh refused to leave her again.
Enoch had complained about having to share a bed, and Jacob had told Emma that he thought it would be awkward sharing a bed with an invisible boy.
"How am I supposed to know if I'm kicking him in my sleep? What if I end up too close for comfort? This is going to be so weird, Em," He had said. "I'm sure nothing too bad will happen," Emma had assured him. Horace had been complaining because he had no pajamas.
I had no idea what time it was now, but my phone had woken everyone up.
After a couple minutes of ringing, I was finally falling back asleep (I had the most annoying alarm, okay? I have learned to sleep through noise).
"PICK UP THE DARN PHONE, VIENNA, OR IT'S GOING OUT THE WINDOW!" Enoch yelled.
"Shhh," Millard said. "There are other people staying in this hotel. Though, if you don't stop that ringing, Vienna, I will give Enoch permission to throw the phone out the window."
"I don't need your permission," Enoch snapped.
"Would you all shut up?" Horace begged. "I'm trying to sleep."
"So am I," Claire groaned. "But I can't because of that shrill ringing."
"Have you people never set alarms?" I asked.
"No," Emma said. "We lived in the loop of September 3, 1940."
"Which is?"
"A day that repeats itself over and over," Hugh explained.
"Well, since you've been living in 1940, you people have never mastered the art of sleeping through alarms," I said.
"So that's why Jacob's asleep," Millard concluded.
A pillow hit me in the face. "Hey!" I yelled.
"Answer your phone or I'll throw Horace's at your face, too," Enoch threatened.
"No! You will not take my pillow! I need my beauty sleep!" Horace cried.
"I'm getting up, just shut up, all of you," I said, rolling out of bed and heading over to my phone.
An unknown number flashed onscreen.
"Hallo?" I said. "Hello?"
The first time was in German. We are in Austria, after all.
"Kopfhörer? Was hat dich so lange gebraucht, um das Telefon zu beantworten?"
Headphone? What took you so long to answer the phone?
I knew that voice. Luke. Headphone was the nickname he gave me in seventh grade because I always had my Beats on over my ears. I didn't know why he was calling me that now or why he was speaking in German.
"Luke? Warum nennst du mich das? Warum sprichst du deutsch? Wo bist du?" I asked.
Luke? Why do you call me that? Why do you speak German? Where are you?
"Ja, ich bin es. Sie wissen nicht, dass ich mit dir spreche. Sie haben Bronwyn und Andrea. Ich habe ein-"
He cut off.
Yes, it's me. They do not know I'm talking to you. They have Bronwyn and Andrea. I have a-
"Luke, bist du da?"
Luke, are you there?
Silence. Something must've happened. I began pacing the room.
"What happened?" Horace asked. "I don't know German!"
"Who's Andrea?" Emma asked.
"I didn't understand any of that," Jacob said. He had woken up.
"I got a call from Luke. He said that they have Bronwyn and his ex, Andrea. I don't know where they are. The call cut off," I explained.
I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"It's going to be alright. We'll locate them. Don't worry," Millard said. "We need our rest, though, or we'll have no energy to find them."
I relaxed and nodded.
I crawled back into bed and was just shutting my eyes, when Enoch yelled, "Horace, would you knock it off?!"
There was a bang.
"Ouch. That hurt, Enoch!" Horace cried. "It's quite rude to shove people off beds!"
"Quit kicking me, then!"
"It was an accident!"
"Yeah, whatever."
"Fight more, would you?" Emma snapped. "Nobody's going to get any rest if you two keep bickering!"
Grumbling, Horace grabbed his pillow and smacked Enoch with it, then climbed back into the bed.
It was finally silent when Claire decided it would be a good time to talk.
"Hey," she whispered. "Olive. I can't sleep. I wish Bronwyn was here to tell us a story."
"Me, too," Olive replied.
They went on like this until I couldn't take it anymore.
I grabbed my pillow and went out into the hall, slamming the door behind me.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't fall asleep. Questions kept nagging at my brain.
Where was Luke?
What were they doing to him?
What were they doing to Andrea and Bronwyn?
Why was Andrea even there?
Was she peculiar?
How did Luke get that phone?
Eventually, my eyes got heavy, and I fell asleep, treated to a front row seat to some nightmares.