The Second Night

Hour 2

(the group is nervously waiting in the dining room, wondering where Vivianne is. Caleb is freaking out.)

Caleb: Ok guys, it's not funny anymore. Just tell me where she is.

Nik: I don't anything to do with it. Don't worry.

Caleb: Nik, shut up. You aren't helping.

Nik: Geez, alright. Let's all just calm down, big boy.

Brynn: You heard what Vivianne was saying, she wasn't sure if she felt safe. And then she's the first to go. Coincidence? No.

Damon: Right. That's what I'm thinking. If we are, hypothetically of course, being taken one by one, they'd want the smartest one out first, the one who knows the most.

Brynn: Nice thinking, Damon!

Damon: Thanks, Brynn. Anyways, we've been here 30 minutes and no sign. Think we should look for her.

Xavier: We should. That's a smart idea.

Brynn: Well, do you really think that they would just steal Vivianne? We should wait, there's a lot of things we don't know.

Xavier: Uh yeah, that's what I meant... *sigh*

Ryder: I can go look. I mean, as Ava said, if anyone where to die, better me than anyone else.

Ava: Ryder, that was a joke. Please don't go looking.

Ryder: Oh so now you care about me?

Ava: I mean, *looks at the ground* sure. Anyways, what's the plan?

Harold: *walks in* I'm sorry. My servant, Red, was not able to find her. I'm terribly sorry.

Caleb: Excuse me? You weren't able to find her? Where the hell did she go then?

Harold: I'm terribly sorry. Anyways, I believe we should be heading to bed now. Good night, all! *walks off*

Caleb: So that's it.

Brynn: *rubs shoulder* she's not gone, Caleb. We can figure everything out in the morning.

Caleb: Get off of me.

Xavier: I'm off to bed. Peace.

Nik: What nerd brain said.

—

Vivianne: *feeling drowsy, walks up in a cellar. a woman with scars down her face is sitting next to her.*

?: I hope that medicine helped ease the pain. I stole it from Harolds office.

Vivianne: What... where am I?

?: Ah right. I'm red.

Vivianne: Who's... are you caleb?

Red: Ah, makes sense. The medicine made you drowsy. Makes sense.

Vivianne: Sorry. I just feel... *throws up*

Red: That's ok! I need to tell you something. Leave as soon as you can. Tell your friends to leave. You have to get out of here before he-

Harold: Red! Where are you?

Red: Here sir!

Harold: Stupid Negro. *slaps* Do me a favor.

Red: Ok sir...

Harold: Never speak again! Get out, and get the next dish prepared.

Red: Right sir. *leaves*

Vivianne: Don't talk to her like that!

Harold: Ah, the newest dish. Let's see.

Vivianne: I'm not a meal!

Harold: You will be. Soon...

—

Ava: Ryder, come here.

Ryder: *walks over to her in the bedroom* Ya?

Ava: I'm sorry. I didn't know what I was saying. I really don't want you dying, Ryder.

Ryder: I mean, you're not wrong. I wouldn't mind death.

Ava: *grabs his face with her hand, and tilts her head* Don't die, Ryder. I need you.

Ryder: *holds her hand* I won't. Ava, Why are you with Brad?

Ava: I guess I just feel bad. I know he loves me.

Ryder: You know we have something.

Ava: *removes hand* I can't keep cheating on him with you.

Ryder: But Ava, I don't wanna keep us a secret.

Ava: *hugs* Just don't die. You are the only thing keeping me sane.

Ryder: Alright.

—

Caleb: I'm freaking out. Where is she, Harold?

Harold: Well, I suppose she just ran away. I heard her talking about how scared she was.

Caleb: She wouldn't leave without telling me, trust me.

Harold: Maybe you don't know her as well as you thought.

Caleb: Well, maybe, but you think- *a loud scream can be heard from downstairs*. What was that?

Harold: I'm not sure... you stay here. Do not move. Have all your friends gather in the living room.

Caleb: Uh, ok.

—

Xaiver: Ugh, my head...

Vivianne: HELP!! GET ME OUT OF HERE!

Xaiver: Vivianne? What are you doing down here?

Vivianne: Who are you? I can't see, it's too dark.

Xaiver: Uh, Xaiver. I feel like... *pukes on the floor*

Vivianne: Oh crap... Where's Red?

Xaiver: Red? The servant? What-

Vivianne: Scream as loud as you can. We need to get out of here. Or else...

*the door slams open*

Harold: Let's see here... Vivianne and newest member... Xaiver!

Xaiver: Where are we even?

Harold: The basement. You'll be staying her for a while. Vivianne, would you like to explain what that screaming was?

Vivianne: I, uh, got hurt. Let us go, you maniac!

Harold: No. The house needs you here.

Xaiver: What the...

Harold: The house was built over a graveyard. Spirits haunt the house. We need a new spirit, or else we all die.

Xaiver: Well it should be you!

Harold: Watch your mouth, boy. You don't want to know what will happen if you don't.