Dark Abyss

Chapter 9: Meeting The Devil Herself

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London temperature was frigid today, the first day of September. My lungs felt as if an inferno had emerged within as my feet stroke the empty side of the road. My legs felt like they were going to buckle while my lungs burned as if combustible liquid was being poured at them.  

I could not begin to apprehend how exercising was going to help me become a dang freaking vampire. All it took was a basic bite from one of them and their venom was to spread throughout my entire being. Why was I to learn stupid history about them and their extraneous rules? I had enough with high school back in Oklahoma. It seemed idiotic, having been kidnapped and now having to be attending school again.

"Stop- I need to stop!" I begged to Luke that was jogging a few feet in front of me. Unlike me, he was a vampire whose lungs didn't need rest or whose body felt like collapsing from the exhaustion. We have been running for an hour or so straight without halting and my vision was becoming blurry. My erratic breathing was coming out rapidly in short puffs of white air as I licked my chapped dry lips.

"C'mon Annaliese. It's just one more mile." He urged and said my first name which stirred the rage inside me, making the scarlet lucid color rise in my cheeks.

"My name is Blaire!" I shouted at him in indignation which caused a devilry grin to play on his beautiful face.

"Is it not Annaliese as well?" He asked in fake innocence as his mischievous smile was perfectly exhibited to me.

"Just..." I closed my eyes and sighted. He was already draining the energy from me and he couldn't really expect a fight from me when it feels as if I literally just ran a freaking marathon.

"Can you not." I spoke out of breath as my chest physically hurt. My flaky hands went to attempt holding me up by resting on my knees as my body slumped down. 

"Just hurry." He said grimly and turned around. I rolled my eyes and slumped limply to the dirty ground. My legs were aiming to recover from five days ago and this callous torture wasn't helping.

The gelid wind made me cradle the black sweatshirt firmly against my form as it blew my hair at my face, the ponytail weaving in the breeze. There was green grass in the plain ground and over the horizon as trees stood planted some feet apart. The road was carved by car tires instead of an actual cemented road which raised the suspicion, how far were we into London?

Luke stood erect with his hands at back and his back to me a few feet in front. He was inert as the powerful winds spat at us inexorable and incessant. Caroline had gone unaccounted for this morning and last time I saw her was last night when her and Luke abandoned me for the night.

I couldn't say I was mournful for her absenteeism. With her attitude it was obvious she despised me even from the first glance she took of me and I couldn't argue that the feeling was mutual.

"Luke?" My voice was vague and muted by the grating winds rippling through us.

"Yes?" He whirled around to face me with an agog look on his face which persuaded me into asking my question before I reconsidered it. 

"How far into London are we?" I asked in interest and inquisitiveness.

"Brighton, actually." He answered indifferent.