Human Sacrifice

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

“Looks like your little sacrifice has failed to show, and she’s now four hours late. Tut tut, you’ve taught her bad habits!” Patrique laughed at his brother, making Scott clench his fists. “See if she was one of my girls she would know her manners by now. But no, unfortunately she ended up with you, now she’s got no chance. You’re like a spoilt child Scott, and her personality will clash with yours”

“I’ll go and get her now” Scott growled through his anger and stood up from his chair. Both princes would watch us girls and Patrique was looking forward to watching Scott squirm when I was in their presence. Patrique enjoyed the idea that he managed to annoy his brother to the point that he wouldn’t look at me in the same way.

I yawned and changed from the black and red outfit I’d worn to bed because I was too lazy to change, finding a purple t-shirt and black jeans from the wardrobe. Changing quickly it gave me enough time to write a letter to my family, apologising for leaving. Katya had promised me that she would make sure it reached them.

I fixed my makeup as I heard someone slamming doors on their way down the corridor, Scott probably. I looked at myself in the mirror and nodded. My t-shirt may have been men’s but it said ‘Pretty fly for a white guy’ on it and I loved it because of The Offspring song, which the t-shirt is based on. I sang it in my head as I waited for Scott to eventually barge in.

“I COULD ACTUALLY KILL YOU RIGHT NOW!” he yelled, pulling me by my hair out of the room. I struggled and kicked out against him but eventually gave up as he dragged me into the hall. Patrique smirked up at me as Scott threw me to the floor and sat by his brother. I swallowed and looked at them both as the tension grew in the room. You could cut it with a spoon.

“Scott wants to get to know you better Brixie. I’ve got through all of mine and Scott has already spoken to Janice and Monica, and Monica has already told us a lot about you. So did Mae” Patrique laughed, looking at me from behind his hair. I frowned when I heard about what my ‘friends’ had done. We made a deal to not say anything about each other.

If I got out of here with my life, I’d track them down.

“I don’t care whether he wants to get to know me, I’m not his mate. What does it matter? I’m going to die anyway so we can be distant and I can’t care less” I growled, folding my arms as I glared at the pair. You had Patrique who was arrogant and nosey but nice, and Scott who had the shortest temper possible but was quite loyal and caring. I hadn’t seen his caring side yet.

“You WILL have a civilised conversation with us whether that means you stand there or I chain you to the chair in the middle of the room. Your choice” Scott sneered at me. I decided that being chained up would be unreasonably painful and I wasn’t giving him the chance to put his hands all over me. I nodded and sighed.

“So Brixie; Tell us some basic things. Your full name, family details etc.” Patrique smiled as his brother calmed down. I shook; did I really want them to know all of this stuff about me? I shook my head. They tried again and I still refused. I sighed and gave in as Scott waved a heavy looking chain in my direction.

“My full name is Brixie Caramel Nese. My middle name is Caramel because my mother thought it would be unique and different, when in reality all it gained me was more bullying. The popular girls would stick caramel sweets in my hair and my mother would have to cut it out. My mom got divorced when I was little and so I didn’t really know my dad, so Zach my brother stayed with us” I sighed.

“What about school, and your friends?” Scott asked, looking at me. I felt the hard shell I put up around me crack.

“For the first few years I hated school. I didn’t have any friends. Then I made friends with Sydney because she didn’t have any lunch and game her half of my sandwich. We’ve been friends ever since, and then I soon became friends with Mae and Monica.” I explained, going into further details. They nodded at each other and watched intrigued.

“What do you think about vampires then, Brixie?” Scott asked, leaning towards me. I swallowed at the question.

“They’re ok I guess. Well people like Katya and Lyle are, but people like you and other vampires are just bloodthirsty creatures that don’t deserve to be around. All you care about is yourself and killing those you don’t need around” I spat at them, venom in my words. “Vampires aren’t real anyway, and this is all a sick twisted dream”

“Well then, that’s a strong opinion. Why did you decide to dress up as a vampire for Halloween?” Patrique asked. I was shocked to realise they knew my actions even before I turned up here, and I wondered how long they’d been watching me.

“Because it’s the safe option. I didn’t choose to go out in skimpy shorts like every other girl my age because I didn’t want the wrong sort of attention. I guess that all failed. I was always drawn to vampires even from an early age. Honestly I don’t know why but I just decided to. I’m sorry if that isn’t the answer you’re both looking for” I sighed.

“Hmm. Would you ever consider turning into a vampire?” Scott asked intrigued, looking at me as I shuffled around.

“No. Not at all. I hate the idea of being trapped in eternal life while everyone around you that you cared about began to die. Plus I don’t like the idea of drinking someone’s blood to survive; blood always freaks me out anyway.”

“But Monica told me that you experimented with drugs once” Scott replied, cutting my own reply as he raised his eyebrow.

“Once. That was it” I replied sharply, not wanting to discuss the matter any further. It was at a party and I hadn’t since; not to mention that if any family found out I’d b dead right now, if I hadn’t sealed my fate by staying here anyway.

“Well, you show a lot more spark than some of the other girls” Scott laughed. “Maybe I’ll have to keep a watchful eye over you” he said whilst making notes. I watched and bit the end of my sleeve, trying to avoid Patrique’s gaze.

“I can tell that you’re quite clever as well. You managed to fix the shower in your room; I bet you didn’t realise it has been broken for around twenty years” Patrique added as his father walked into the room and sat between the pair. I guessed that the King was the person who killed Sierra which meant his name was Ashtin.

“So you finally turned up, four hours after you were meant to” the King said, looking at me. I swallowed and nodded, claiming that I overslept and got ready as quick as I could, when in reality I purposely made myself late and got ready at a snail’s pace. He looked at me unconvinced. “I think my sons are done questioning you, so you’re free to go back to your room”

I ran out of the room as I started to remember my family, that party, my friends. I broke down in tears outside the door. “She’s too weak, just like Sierra” the King sighed.