A Light In Darkness

Chapter 22

A/N: Hey loves. Don't worry I'm alive uwu don't kill me. O3o

-Maritza POV-

I was never happier to be pushed out of a van by two kidnappers. My back and shoulders screamed in pain as I stood to my feet. My spine cracked a little as I did. We were in some ranch upstate. It was freezing and snowing. My light sweater wasn't enough. I was shivering. From nerves and from cold. The house was a whopping three stores tall. It was constructed of white wood with dark wooden trimmings. And surrounded by a forest. A towering red and brown brick chimney stuck out from the top left, blowing black smoke into the atmosphere. There were other cars parked in the woods, which was odd. The door was a large dark mahogany color with a silver handle and some weird symbol on the front. It was a red circle painted with the sun in the center. There were three circles surrounding it. The border had something written in it. It was a language I couldn't comprehend. It looked Latin or-?

I don't have time to worry about this right now.

I was shoved inside and greeted by a group of faces and the aroma of crackling firewood and coffee. It was warm at least. Everyone's eyes bore into me as I was pushed into the living room.

Mikaela stood in my way. She had her head held high and stood in front of the mysterious crowd.

"We have brought the catalyst." She announced loudly.

Silence spread through the room but I could hear the screams of joy. Ominous smiles poured through the room as they continued to gaze at me. There were all kinds of people. Blondes, brunettes  blacks, whites, hispanics, Asians, short people, teenagers, old people, young people. They backed away slowly as a tall young man with fair skin and flawless straight jet black hair. His eyes were grey just like his soul. He was at least six feet tall and thin. His eyes showed no emotion. He approached me with elegant grace as he walked. The clacking of his shoes and my heavy breaths were the only sounds in the room. He stopped smoothly in front of me and gazed into my soul with his smoke grey eyes.

"Hello, Maritza." He said.

He's British.

His gaze shifted to Kristin.

"And Kristin Abernathy. Daughter of Jared Abernathy."

Kristin only angrily stared at him.

"Tell me Maritza, where are your parents?" He asked me.

I stayed silent

What I heard next forever changed my life.

A/N: no death threats pls. Lol review plese. Grazie.

~Jodie