Blood Curse

Chapter Five

 With my hands tied behind my back and a bag over my head, I'm lead into what I imagine will likely be my death. At first, I refused to be tied and blindfolded, but Noah convinced me it would raise suspicion if I wasn't. He said all captives are brought in like this and I didn't have a choice if I wanted to save my friend. I glared at him the entire time they were tying my hands up; how dare he use Morgan as a way to make me submit to their demands.

At least I was able to change into something more modest and flexible should the need to fight arise. Not that I could do much damage to them, even with my training. Punching Wyatt earlier in the night showed that my strength is barely a quarter of what theirs is. My father made sure I knew how to fight, his way of protecting me against the supernatural beings he was so sure were infesting the earth. I suppose he was right in the end.

Thoughts of my father flash in my head and I wonder if I'll ever see him again. I never told him I would be visiting this weekend, never told him when I would be in town next. For all he knew, I was safe in my dorm room back at school. I'm not sure if I feel relieved, should I not make it out of here, that he doesn't know how I came to my death. I'd be just another statistic in a big city of disappearances.

I can tell it is Noah leading down several stone steps based on his grip on my arm, his touch eliciting the same goosebumps I had when we danced together. His grasp is not gentle, all part of the game we must play together. We have to make them believe that I am but another helpless human there to be served before them.

"Do not say a word," Noah hisses softly just before a door slams open in front of us.

I can't see a thing, but I can feel the air become colder. It's damp and the old smell of mildew assaults my senses. Breathing becomes harder beneath the sac over my head as voices speak softly somewhere in the room. Noah told me to act scared, but I don't think I will need much acting for it to seem real. I can already feel the tingle of panic snaking up my spine.

"What's this?" Someone asks once we get closer.

"A new recruit," Noah says, bored as if he doesn't want to be bothered with me anymore.

"Does Silas know about this?" The same voice asks.

"He will."

The man chuckles. "Thin ice, brother."

"Mind your business, Owen," Noah grits.

Noah's hand on my arm releases me and I'm pushed forward into a different pair of arms. They grip my biceps roughly and my stomach turns when I realize they're sniffing around my shoulder.

"Peculiar," Owen murmurs.

"Just get her in the cell," Noah snaps.

There's a pause of silence where no one moves and I'd do anything to be able to see what's going on and how many people are around me exactly. I heard multiple voices when we entered, but only Owen and Noah have spoken so far.

"As you wish, little brother," Owen drawls sarcastically.

I'm jerked by my arms deeper into the room. We make several twists and turns before I'm halted in a corridor with the only sounds being the whimpers and cries of other captives. There have to be at least ten of them based on how loud the cries are.

Fluorescent lights burn my eyes when the bag is suddenly ripped from my head. I only get one quick glance at the man holding me before I'm shoved into a stone-walled room. My knees bark under my weight as I fall to the ground and the heavy wooden door is slammed behind me. The room is dimly lit, the only light coming from the small barred window at the top of the door. Looking around, I see a simple metal toilet in one corner, not unlike ones you see in prison cells, and in the other corner sits a girl with her knees pressed hard against her chest.