The Sorrows of Midnight

Chapter Two

                                                                                 Chapter TWO

The inside was worse, way worse. The stench of human feces filled the room. It looked like the whole house had been gutted and turned into one massive holding room. Everywhere I looked, there were girls. Some were on mattresses, others just sitting on the floor in their own feces and blood. And all of them were tied up.

This is the worse thing I have seen in all the years I have worked for Black Bounty. I glanced around at the girls, taking the time to actually look at them. Most of them were pale, shaking and underfed. Some were clearly sick, but it didn't seen that the vampires cared. For this to be a cattle farm, you'd think they would take better care of their food.

I looked around again, focusing on one little girl in particular because there was something different about her, besides the fact it looked like she was being fed and taken to the bathroom.

She was small with long black hair and pale skin. And she was all of ten or eleven years old. She reminded me of a little china doll, all long black hair and pale skin, beautiful and so easy to break. But it wasn't all of this that kept my attention.

Her eyes were moving around the room, searching for something or someone. And she grew more panicked each time she restarted her frantic search of the room; her aura lighting up a dark, bloody violet. She was terrified, and panicking.

She locked eyes with me, and I could almost hear her about to start screaming. I gave the smallest head shake, just enough for her to see, and I watched as the bright, blue-gold hope faded from her aura, leaving her aura a mix of dark, bloody red and a very dark violet. I starred at her, ignoring her aura and locked eyes with her again. And the look in her eyes almost pushed me over the edge. They were so dull, hopeless and full of a broken innocence.

I looked away, my chest threatening to spit open from the look in her eyes. No kid should ever have eyes that hopeless with that adult-like brokenness driving it deeper into my chest. It made unwanted memories pipe up from when my own eyes had that very same look in them.

"So what do you think?" Troll asked, throwing his arms wide and turning in a slow circle. "I think Master will pleased with the variety; do you think so?"

The variety? All of these girls were either preteen or barely a teenager. The oldest looking girl in this fucking place had to barely be fifteen, if that. The variety! There was no fucking variety, not here. These little kids shouldn't be here, they should be playing without a care in the world or pissing their older siblings off. They shouldn't be here going through something like this.

I glared at them as they started to tie up the girls from my group. It was heart breakingly sad thing to watch as James let their minds go before Troll put them back under. In that brief second, they seemed to know that this was where they were going to die. It was written all over their faces; they knew that they wouldn't be going home again.

How could they do something like this? Just being here for the few minutes that I've been here, I wanted to leave and try my damnedest to forget I ever saw any of this. And they've been doing this for who knows how long, and it's like none of this even seemed to faze them.

I closed my eyes, tired of watching their sad, knowing faces. I pulled in a deep, calming breath; ignoring the vamps moving around the room as I centered my self. I could feel my shield flowing and twitching around me, trying to keep all of the emotions in this house from bombarding me. I slowly pushed out, sending my awareness through the house. All of the girls flared up, burning bright with life though some were starting to weaken as I continued to push farther out. I needed to get this over with, some of these girls were getting really sick.