Human Sacrifice

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven 

“If you don’t wake up I swear I will skin you” Scott growled. I pulled the pillow over my head with a groan and fell asleep again; I was not a morning person. I felt his weight on me but I refused to move; it was only when I felt a sharp blade run down my exposed back I decided that it was time to wake up. He moved and I sat up, rubbing my eyes.

“Gosh, Scott. You’re such a drama queen. It was just a kiss and I’ll have you know Patrique is a very good kisser” I smirked at him, knowing it would make him angry. “But I guess that I have nothing to compare it with, seeing as your mate is Monica and you won’t kiss either me or Janice.” I added, watching his face contort with anger and also with confusion.

“You’re asking me to kiss you?” He asked, looking at me. I shrugged and pulling the cover up over me as a breeze filled the room and lay down again, yawning. He seemed to get even angrier because I couldn’t care; the only person he had to blame was himself, he was boring me so much I was going to go back to sleep.

He grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me up so I was sitting and growled at me. I rolled my eyes. He pulled me close and pressed his lips to mine. At first it was awkward, but then he eased up and I ran my hands through his hair. Ok, so it must be a genetic thing to be a good kisser because both Scott and Patrique were. He wrapped his arm around my back and I lied back onto the bed, pulling him with me.

The King coughed from the doorway. “Scott, today you have to spend a day with whoever you’ve picked to be your mate. I know for a fact that isn’t Brix” he sneered at me. I dropped my arms from around him and let out a long sigh. So close. I’d probably die without being close to anyone. The King pulled his son out of my room and I sat in front of the door.

I blinked as the figure of a woman appeared in front of me. She looked around the same age as me. I guessed that from the fact I could see through her, that she was a ghost. She was dressed in a white hospital gown and her hair was scraped back into a tight ponytail. On her neck there was a large gash where someone had sliced and the dry blood had run down her body. I saw that under the line of red, there was also a letter. S.

“You’re Brix” her faint voice stated, looking straight at me. One of her eyes was glazed over with a film of blood and it made my stomach uneasy. “You need to get as far away from this place as possible. Please. You can’t trust the King or his family. Trust Katya and Lyle, they’re the only people here who can save you...” she spoke shaking.

“Wait, who are you?” I asked, looking as the ghost sat down and hugged her knees.

“My name is, or was, Sierra. I think. They took me away and locked me up here, then said they had to sacrifice me or something. They killed me” she sobbed. I frowned and tried to reach out to her but she disappeared, vanished into thin air.

I tilted my head to the side and blinked. Well that wasn’t random at all. I sat by the window and watched as Patrique walked around, arm in arm, with Gwen. It was like only those picked to be mates were allowed outside; those to be drained and sacrificed were not to be shown to anybody and nobody should talk to them. We were just like lab rats.

So from what I had figured: Elwyn and I were the ones being sacrificed, Mae and Janice were the ones to be drained and Gwen and Monica were the ones picked to be mates. The latter two were extremely lucky. Four out of six of us were going to die; and I made up one quarter of that.

I sat by the window for about an hour, just thinking about things. I’d never finish school, or go to prom, or get married. My life revolved around the fact that I was going to die. I wouldn’t even know if anyone died. It was like being sat in the middle of nowhere with no ways of communication. I felt like an ant that is waiting to be squashed. I was a pest.

“Psst, Brix” I heard someone whisper from the door. I wiped my eyes and stood up, pulling my jacket on as I made my way to the door. My hand lingered over the handle before I finally opened it. Katya looked up at me. “Why are you crying?” she asked, walking in. I shut the door behind her.

“Life” I bluntly replied. She looked at me and laughed.

“Right. Well if you’re prepared to quit moping around and crying about ‘life’, I have some concert tickets for tonight and you’re the only person around here who looks like they know how to have fun” Katya smiled, holding up the two tickets.

“Where is this concert anyway?” I asked, suddenly intrigued by her offer. I loved concerts more than anything. I studied the tickets and she looked at me like I was Gollum and I just found the ring. I bet she expected me to be all ‘my precious!’ too.

“Desolation Row” she smiled. “Just off the corner of Cherry Street. Heard of it?”

“Yeah, it’s where those bands play who like to attract newspapers to their shocking acts or appearance. I go there all the time” I replied with a smile.

“Really? You must be lucky then. It’s a vampire club, and usually some of the bands who play there are vampires too. If you’ve been there a lot before I’m surprised that you haven’t been bitten or claimed yet” she said, looking at me. I looked at her confused; I’d never noticed that everyone there happened to be vampires, but back then vampires were make believe.

“Yeah, I’ll go with you” I smiled. She thrust an outfit of black and red into my hands that she had made to my size and I blinked; it was like she knew already that I would say yes and she must’ve been confident because she went to the effort of making it.

“Good. You have to wear red and black, they won’t suspect that you’re human then” she smiled. “I’ll be back at seven so we can go. The show’s sold out and there’ll be a riot when people realise. I’d eat before you go as well” she said before walking out. I nodded and pulled the outfit on she’d made; red and black ripped jeans with a tight black t-shirt and red trainers. I liked it.

I managed to sneak some food from dinner and I ate it in my room whilst I put some makeup on. I was running out of time and so I had resorted to eating whilst putting eyeliner on; it’s a good thing that I can multitask well. I hopped as I tied the laces on the trainers up and finished eating just as Katya knocked on the door. One minute to seven, she had good timing. I opened the door for her.

“Wow” she gawped, looking me up and down. “You look like one of us” she smiled. I assumed that was a good thing. “Now if you want to go to this concert, I’d hurry up. Fights are just about to start and I don’t fancy being beaten up today” she smiled, and with a click we appeared inside the venue.

The lights went down, and I felt someone’s breath on my neck.