Down Below Us part four
The only logical (again, sleep-deprived!) answer to the question of getting to wherever she was kidnapped was drinking the slushy. But first, I had to pack stuff. The first thing I grabbed was our entire supply of bloody gummies. Granted, it wasn’t a lot, as I had to pick up my monthly delivery a few days later, but it was still quite a few bags. I stuffed them in my knapsack and tossed in a few other necessary things. (this included, but was not limited to, sugar, several hoodies, (I get cold quick, don’t judge (well, I am a vampire, so that kinda makes sense)) my journal, more sugar, a knife, and a couple of other things I needed.) Fully prepared (as much as could be) I picked up the slushy, mentally preparing myself to drink.
I breathed in deeply, before sucking on the straw. An explosion of flavor hit my tongue, both disgusting, and the best thing I had ever tasted at once. It was sweet, but also thick, with a strange tanginess, that faded into a taste like stale tea. I closed my eyes, soaking in the flavor. While I did so, Socks managed to wriggle into my bag. I opened my eyes, and saw his pale blue eyes staring at me balefully, annoyed that I was about to poof like his other owner without bringing him. At least that’s what I guessed.
“Socks!” I yelled, trying to push him out of the bag. It worked, to an extent. He managed to sink his claws into the side of the bag, hanging down, glaring at me. As soon as I started to pry his claws up, I felt a tingling sensation in my toes. ‘Oh shit…’ I thought, before being blinded for the second time that night, and losing consciousness.
When I regained consciousness, I was laying down on the ground in a place that looked like it could use a good makeover. The couches were overturned, and the walls were covered with sharpie scribbles. Or I at least hoped that was sharpie. Socks was sitting on my chest, and when I tried to sit up, he lept off. My chest throbbed, and I groaned, unconsciously searching for my bag. When I found it, I searched through it, before my hand closed around the handle of the knife. Pulling it out, I sat up fully, peering through the dark room for a hint of anything.
I gasped and stood up, leaping towards a couch where I saw Bella lying down, unconscious. She looked as if she had fallen right onto the couch from the ceiling, limbs splayed outwards. I shook her, looking for any sign of life. She was still breathing, but softly.
I heard a rustling from behind me, and blindly stabbed in the general direction of the noise, praying to the All Mother that I wasn’t about to kill Socks. My knife collided with a solid object, sinking into it. I heard a grunt, and spun around, my knife sticking in a solid object. Then I saw it.
It was a… thing man. (I mean, I was guessing it was a dude, cause he wasn’t wearing a shirt) A demon/lion creature, with a large red mane around his head. As I took in the very interesting visage of this creature, he pulled the knife out of his abdomen, and said (very eloquently I might add,) “ow”. His voice was deep and gruff, almost like my 350-year dead grandpa (it might have been my fault… we’ll get to that later) As I watched, the wound stitched itself up, leaving no visible marring on his skin.
“Is stabbing the new fangled thing the kids are doing these days?” he asked me, perplexed.
I stared at him, gears spinning in my mind, as I wondered how the author came up with such stupid things for us to say. Like this. “Um, I hope not?” I said, still quite confused.
Stabbing someone is a perfectly valid method of introduction.
Shut up. You haven’t been introduced yet. And how am I talking to you?
The normal dose of insanity that comes with being a bitchy teenager? Deal with it. I don’t like talking to you but I still have to do that, you can put up with my interruptions.
Well, you’re not wrong.