Behind the Mask

(5) Despicable Creatures

5

DespicableCreatures

"Don't get your panties in a twist." A feminine voice snaps, breaking through the fog in my brain. "I didn't give her enough to kill her."

Kill her? Kill who?

"Then why isn't she awake yet?" A gruff masculine voice barks back.

Why isn't who awake? Me? Am I sleeping?

There's a long pause. "Well, I don't know. It's only been a few hours. But maybe she's more human than we thought."

Isn't everyone a human? We're all humans. Happy happy humans.

The guy just grunts. "Maybe. That'll be something he'll have to deal with." There's a long pause then when the guy speaks again his voice is almost soft, "You know Stayton is working with them."

The mention of Stayton's name startles me. As if someone turned on a switch my brain shifts into overdrive. The haze wrapped me around disappears. I inhale as if I just came up from being stuck under water. My eyes snap open and for a moment I feel disoriented.

"See!" Zaina chirps, "I told you I didn't give her enough to kill her."

Apprehension sinks its claws into me. I look around. I'm in the back of a van. There are random wires and chunks of wood littered across the floor and a small sign reads Bobs Electrical.

Sorry Bob. Some demon stole your truck.

My eyes float to the front. The man is driving down a road I don't recognize and Zaina is looking at me, her eyes suspiciously friendly. "How do you feel?" She asks.

"I feel like you drugged me." I spit viciously.

She shrugs. "Not far off. I poisoned you."

"You what?"

"Don't start whining. It shouldn't have any real affect on you other than making you feel drowsy." She pauses and thinks about it for a moment, "And even that should be gone now that you've woken up."

I narrow my eyes. She's right. I feel perfectly fine now but I'm not about to tell her that. "Why didn't it have much of an affect on me? What would it usually do?"

She rolls her eyes. "Someone's greedy." She mutters but continues anyways. "It doesn't have much of an affect on you because the strain I used has some of your type of demonic race entwined with it, so your blood easily fought it off. If I were to use that same strain on someone else," her lips twist into a perverse smile, "They would be dead within the hour."

"Wait, wait, wait." I say, temporarily forgetting that they kidnapped me from my kidnappers. When did my life turn into a freaking movie? "You know what type of demon I am?"

Her eyes glow feverishly. "I said race. You're an enigma to everyone Bethany. No one knows what you are. To me," she licks her lips and her gaze burns into me, "to me it doesn't matter. You are absolutely intriguing. I could make so many wonderful things with your blood."

Trepidation turns my blood cold. "With my blood?" I squeak.

"Relax," she grunts. "I'm not allowed to touch you. We are to deliver you to Isaac and that's it. As much as I would love to experiment with you, it's not my place."