A Light In Darkness

Chapter 24

A/N: I'm on my way to Miami so I got some free time to write on the road yeehaw.

Almost automatically, I shoved her body away with everything I had. She fell to the floor with a muffled thump, and her hair and dress flew everywhere in a synchronized dance. My eyes turned to the size of melons. To make things even weirder, she reacted rather well for someone that just pushed you on the floor with all their strength. She gracefully regained herself to her feet and politely beheld her presence in front of me.

"Maritza Maritza. I understand you're confused. You're drowning yourself in the questions that flood your mind. Forgive me for being impatient. You need time to adjust." She told.

I grabbed a slender silver vase from the petty little table next to me and held it in front of me, as if a vase was a sufficient weapon of mass destruction.

"Who the fuck are you?!" I almost screamed.

My body had turned into a earthquake. I could barely keep myself from violently shaking the piece of home decor in my left hand.

She shot me a glance of sincerity. I wonder how brainwashed she had been to resist anger so cleanly when you were just physically attacked and threatened with a empty glass pot meant for flowers instead of violence.

"That is no way to treat your mother!" I heard someone yell from the open doorway where that delusional woman appeared from.

Crash!

There goes the vase.

'Mother? What the hell does he mean mother?! '

The peculiar midnight-tinted haired British man reappeared before me once again. This time he was wearing a dark brown sweater and black slacks. He wore expensive looking black dress shoes and a silver watch on his pale right hand. He was so colorless it frightened me. He could easily pass for Dracula's cousin.

I was too baffled to let the words flow from my tense lips. My mouth tasted like blood and fear. I tried to swallow to no avail and ended up choking like an idiot while these people stared at me.

"Here." He directed towards me and.put a white box on the bed.

"Let's give her some time." He conversed with the woman.

He grabbed her by her wrist and dragged her out of the room smiling. He shut, and of course, locked the only way of escape I have.

'Where the hell is Kristin'

I started to worry. Did they take her? Did they..kill her? No! No don't think of that.

I paced around anxiously and stopped in front of the mysterious white box on the bed.

'I hope it doesn't blow up.'

I removed the top and found something more peculiar than a bomb.

A dress.

A mid-length English-style navy blue trenchcoat dress thing with buttons. And black boots with a buckle on the side.

Why the hell did he give me a dress?

I took it out and set it on the bed sheets. On the lid of the box was a note written in fine ink cursive.

"Meet us in the dining room at seven p.m. and put this on. Try to look decent. Don't be afraid. We won't bite."

I looked at the clock on the wall.

6:48.

Shit.

I rushed into the overly luxurious bathroom, I threw it on and and fixed myself up. I have no idea what's going to happen. I have mixed emotions of fear, confusion, sorrow. I want to just cry and go to sleep. As the woman mentioned, I feel myself falling deeper into the ocean of confusion that floods my thoughts. I brushed my hair with my fingers and took one last look at myself in the mirror. God, I had significantly lost weight, my face was all shades of pale expect the one I'm supposed to be. Exhaustion was a big flashy sign plastered on my face and eyes. I nervously stepped out. I again looked at the clock and it had reached seven p.m exactly. On cue, an expected knock followed by the opening of my door occurred. In stepped an unfamiliar character. It was a teenage boy about my age, with long wavy black hair pulld back into a ponytail. He was fair skinned and had green eyes. He wore black from head to toe. He kinda looked like a ninja security guard or some shit like that. He did not break a word but his presence was obvious. Just being next to him made me feel strange. As we walked, he made no sound as his feet made contact with the ground. He approached me, but kept his distance. He didn't look at me directly, but adverted his green orbs to the side, like he was ashamed to meet me eye-to-eye. He motioned with his hand to follow him and I obeyed silently. Better to not make these people angry. I don't want to end up a corpse. I trekked behind him, trying to hide as we passed a long corridor filled with paintings, candles and shadows. It was dark already, where were we? We halted in front of a tall, ridiculously large wooden door with colored glass decorating it's center. The brass doorknob was turned by the boy, and gently pushed me inside. I was greeted by the psycho British man, the mysterious woman in white, and...Kristin. She was in a long red dress with her hair in an elegant braided bun.

'Thank God she's okay. Well, not okay, she looks like she's shitting herself...I'm glad she's alive.'

The woman was in a violet evening dress and the British man in the typical black suit and red tie ensemble.

"Evening, Maritza." The British man said and raised his wine glass at me in greeting.

I awkwardly stood in the doorway with the mute teenage boy. Well I think he's mute. I haven't heard a single noise from him. He looked tired and pale. He bowed his head slightly and walked out.

'What? What's with the head bowing? That's probably the most normal thing I've seen today to be honest.'

I sat down on the left side of the table adjacent to Kristin and the British man and the woman sat at opposite ends of the table. A bloody wine red table cloth draped over the dark mahogany slab, with fine china and silverware sparkling on top of it. Glasses were so clean they seemed completely transparent. A large black and golden chandelier hung proudly from the high ceiling. Candles littered the table put in an organized order. I felt like I was in a fucked up version of a Disney movie. The door on the side flew open and out poured two women in white aprons. They placed exquisitely prepared foods made for a king. I saw lobster, fish, casserole, mashed potatoes, steamed vegetables, fruit, and a big ol' bowl of Cesar salad. The two women then vanished behind the doors.

"Well, let's eat shall we." Said the British man.

I just sat there staring at my plate, refusing to eat, despite the hunger that clawed at my stomach. Kristin also followed my footsteps.

"Eat, girls." The woman said cheerfully, putting on an artificial smile.

I gathered up courage to speak.

"What is this?" I asked seriously.

"We're eating dinner. Now you should join as well." Said the British man, a drop of harshness stinging in his accented speech.

"No." I stated clearly.

"Eat. Now." He raised his voice.

"Sebastian, please." The woman countered.

Sebastian. What a typical British name for such an abnormal British man.

The now known Sebastian exhaled sharply then excused himself from the table. What happened next was rather unexpected.

A/N: (Evil laugh) review pls. Grazie.