Dark Abyss

Chapter 5: Decisions { 2 }

My breath hitched at his declaration, the nagging thought in the back of my mind finally proven right by him. My heart was beating hastily against my mouth, the blood was pounding in my ears, and my vision grew immensely bleary. I was frozen in complete and utter disturbance by his blunt revelation yet I felt my feet step back, striving to get away as far as I could from the monster in front of me.

With vast eyes and clammy palms as I stumbled back, my backbone collided with the solid brick wall. An indistinct squeak escaped my mouth and I jumped, alarmed at the sudden contact with the rigid surface. Turning around I spotted the blond haired boy who was seconds ago in the far right corner, gazing at me with abhor in his gloomy and arcane eyes as he was now towering over me.

"Care to volunteer, Luke?" Eric questioned and his voice was bathed in irony as a sardonic smile played in his lips.

Luke's collected and stiff face held no emotion as his impassive eyes shifted from Eric to me and back again. He took a step forward so that his body could be mere inches from mine before I reacted, my haze disappearing and my fuzzy sight dissolving.

"Wait! You can't do it! You can't turn me into one of you!" I reversed my feet, speaking hurriedly and stentorian as my voice sounded more confident like I played it out to be in my imagination which staggered me. My insides were burning with fear as optimism attempted blooming in the seemingly eerie place where my inner consciousness shook in agitation.

Eric held an astounded brow up in mock surprise, questioning my words. My sense of reasoning was tangled in a complex mess and not one lucid theory or thought bolted out of my brain. The room was coated in unmitigated silence and covered with defiance as my recalcitrant, insubordinate self didn't move from my ground.

My chin: held high.

My body: trembling with unabridged consternation.

My self-esteem: falling briskly out of my grasp.

In this macabre and unjust game, I held no cards to play with and the denouement was imminent, coming turbo speed in my direction. I was surely destined to lose and die.

"And, why would that be, Blaire Brooks?" He asked in opposition, using my not-so-full name as he started closing the inches between our bodies in a slow and formidable pace. I backed up as my hands fidgeted and my mind attempted detecting an answer to his question. No reply was heard from my lips since no coherent answer left my mind. All present thoughts were aimed at this being my last moments alive.

Or as a human. My consciousness interrupted in a passive voice as she stood dressed in a black soutane by a grave with the name Annaliese Blaire Brooks and the years 1999-2016 engraved on the stone.

"You just...you can't! It's wrong! Isn't there a rule or something on turning teenagers into vampires?! There has to be! Turning me would be a mistake. I'll throw tantrum a-and escape and reveal you!" I mindlessly spoke the words as my breathing erupted in momentary puffs of air and my heart began beating to a hasty drum tempo. My lungs were seeking oxygen as my chest rose up and down repeatedly in a turbo pace that wouldn't decelerate.

Blinking rapidly, my eyes were trained on the ground as they darted everywhere in an attempt to not let the tears run. In the mere cut of the passing second, the room increased temperature and the tension was palpable as it radiated in thick waves out of the stone monsters standing before me. Cringing inwardly, my chin rose to meet their icy dark stare.

Eric's face contorted in utter fury as everyone's impassive expressions changed to that of taken aback. My head finally processed the words that had escaped and the realization that I might've said the correct thing synced in.