2 Freedom

Bridget

I’ve heard a thousand times that freedom never tasted so good, but I never thought that I’d actually use the statement myself.

I finally made my way to a police station, where I told an officer everything. The funny thing was is that he turned pale and had to leave the room after interviewing me.

And that’s the current situation at this point; me sitting here, waiting on Officers Keaton to get back, wondering what the issue is.

A few moments later, a man walks in with Officer Keaton.

“Bridget, this is Agent Rawling,” he says, introducing me to the man. I stand up and shake his hand, then sit back down.

Officer Keaton continues speaking. “Agent Rawling will be dealing with your case since the supernatural world is none of the common people’s business.”

“It’s never their business,” I spit out bitterly. “That’s why I’m in the boat I am.”

“I know it’s hard, Bridget,” says the agent. “But you’ll be fine. I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” I warn him, and he gives me a look.

“Now, your parents cannot be informed of this,” the agent continues. “And besides, you are the legal age. You do not need a parent and you are no longer a dependent. That means you have to make decisions for yourself. One of those is whether you’re willing to come with me or not. Are you?”

I nod. “Anything to get the rest of the bastards dealt with.”

The agent’s face flickers with a small smile, but it goes quickly away.

“Let us leave, then, Miss Wayne,” he says, then nods to Officer Keaton. “It was a pleasure speaking with you.”

“You as well, Agent Rawling,” Officer Keaton turns his attention back to his monitor as I get escorted out of Valley Jones Police Department. It’s surprising to me that my captor chose a town right by the city in which I came from.

Agent Rawling leads me to his black van and orders me to get in the back. I comply quickly, fastening my seatbelt.

“You may call me Tegan,” he says, then starts the car.

“Tegan,” I ask timidly. “How often are there kidnap cases involving a human and the supernatural?”

“That is classified information, Bridget,” he says, then looks at me through the rearview mirror. “But just know that you aren’t the first.”

“What agency do you work for?”

“I work directly with the President himself,” Tegan says. “The CIA and FBI aren’t informed as often of the supernatural like we are. I work with Navy Seals, to be exact. It’s the Seals job to keep peace and balance between both worlds so no war happens.”

“Wow,” I say, then look out the window. “Are we going to D.C?”

“Yes,” he answers, and the drive continues.

Upon arrival to Maryland, Tegan has a driver take us the rest of the way to D.C. I guess the guy has had enough driving. He had to drive from a small town in Florida to the Miami airport, then we got our flight to Maryland.

I sit in my stinking and dirty clothes still since nobody bothered to stop by any store to get me some clothing. I’m allowed to go home to see my siblings, nor my parents until everything is worked out. I tried to play the adult card that Tegan played on my earlier, but it unfortunately didn’t work since I am now directly involved in an upset of balance between the two worlds. To be honest, it’s still hard for me to think about the fact that the U.S. government works with the supernatural world. I’m really afraid that they’re going to hand me over to the guy who bought me and say good-bye just so they don’t have to battle with creatures more powerful and strong than they are.

I’d be saying good-bye to freedom for sure, because I’m sure that guy didn’t appreciate me killing his dude that kidnaps innocent girls like me, and I’m sure he does not like the fact that I killed his well-respected cousin.

The name is Bridget Wayne, bitches, and I’m officially a vampire slayer.

Can I get my own TV show like Buffy?

The car stops in front of a big silver building, surrounded by several guards. Several high order guards.

“I feel like I’m going to meet a king,” I say, staring out the window. “Or this more looks like the Avengers tower without the ‘A.’”

Tegan stares at me for a little bit, then chuckles.

“Typical teenager,” he says, then opens the car door. “Let’s go, Bridget.”

“What happened to me being an adult?” I ask him, and he shakes his head at me.

“As long as you keep throwing that at me, I’m not going to consider you one,” he says, and I roll my eyes.

We enter the building and go through the lobby to the elevator. When we enter, Tegan tells me that I’m going to have to recount my story again.

“You’re going to introduce yourself as Bridget Wayne, and specifically mention that you’re eighteen years old so they don’t contact your parents,” he says. “You are graduated, correct?”

“How else would have I have known that lithium and water causes explosions?” I question, and Tegan’s lips form a straight line again. He doesn’t like the part where I become Bridget the Vampire Slayer.

I, on the other hand, love it.

The elevator dings and the doors open to reveal a whole secret operation, as I want to call it, since the common people aren’t informed about the creatures that could be literally living next door.

Heads pop up as Tegan leads me by them.

He stops by a desk, where a woman with tightly wound black hair is.

She looks up at us, her hazel eyes glancing back and forth between me and Tegan.

“Rawling, what is a child doing in here?” she asks with a trace of suspicion and annoyance.

“She’s an adult,” Tegan says, then gives me a look. Yeah, yeah, I get it.

“Right,” the woman leans back in her chair. “Another supernatural case?”

“Yes,” Tegan says. “But this one is a hell of a lot more complicated, so we’re going to have to bring Lyle in on it.”

The woman nods, then gets up and escorts the both of us to a large office, where a man with several monitors sits, typing on keyboards and speaking on a phone.

“Yes, yes, I’ll get back to you,” he says, when the three of us walk in.

“Lyle?” the woman questions.

“Yes, Uriah?” he asks.

“Supernatural case,” she says, then leaves the room. I guess Uriah was the ticket into the office. I stand by Tegan like he’s my dad.

He’s not though, but I wish he was so I could just go home.

“Please, have a seat,” Lyle says to me, then nods at Tegan. Tegan goes and stands in front of the office door. “Your name and age, sweetheart.”

“Bridget Wayne, eighteen years old,” I reply, my eyes darting about the room, looking for anything sci-fi like.

“Eyes right here, Bridget,” Lyle says sternly, and I look back into his silvery blue eyes. “What happened?”

I recount the story to him, starting way back in the beginning when I was coming from Halsey’s house.

I had gone to Halsey’s house to help her babysit her little cousins. We both had put the cousins down for their naps and were enjoying popcorn and catching up on Buffy the Vampire Slayer when my mother texted me and asked me to come home to make dinner for the boys who were coming home from school since she wasn’t there.

Halsey told me I could go and I did, going on the usual path through the woods that sort of connects her house to mine.

And that’s when I was taken.

I had put up a huge fight against Preston, doing all the tricks I could possibly think of to get myself out of it, but I didn’t know I was dealing with a vampire and that there was no way for me to escape his grasp.

He had injected me with some kind of liquid to make me pass out, then took me to that dreadful location.

I told Lyle about my friendship with Rat and then about how I used lithium and water to blow up the bottom of the building and effectively killed the man’s cousin, and probably killed Preston too.

Just like Tegan, Lyle’s face drops whenever he hears me tell him about how I murdered two vampires (hopefully two).

“This just got very complicated…” he murmurs. “You see, Bri, we’ve been getting paged by the vampire leaders about having a meeting about the murder. You’ve upset the balance between the worlds. You also have to consider the fact that you are already paid for.”

I sit in shock. “Are you telling me that you’re going to hand me over?”

“We might have to,” Tegan voices from behind. “Bridget, it is never fun for us to hand over a girl to the vampires, but we can’t risk the rest of humanity for your dangerous mistake.”

“It wasn’t a mistake,” I tell him, and both men exchange a glance. “It was a well thought out plan to escape from that hell hole.”

“Listen, Bri,” Lyle interrupts. “Under normal circumstances, you would be returned to your family with no issue whatsoever. Girls that normally have the chance to escape aren’t already bought, and they haven’t killed an important man’s cousin either. The exchange will be peaceful, and we can only hope for your safety.”

“This is absurd!” I yell, standing up. “If this is the case, then I’ll just move to another damn country where they don’t allow girls to be sold to evil demonic things that you people call another race!”

“Bri, calm down,” Tegan says.

“No, you shut up!” I seethe. “Put yourselves in my shoes. I’m an innocent girl who was abducted walking through the woods to my house! This is wrong! Morally wrong! What has happened to the United States? It was literally formed on Biblical principles and now look at it! The government works with evil creatures and thinks it’s okay to basically kill a girl for the safety of others!”

“Just consider yourself Jesus then,” Lyle says dryly. “Tegan, put her in one of the cells. We’ll have an arrangement set up with Lucien’s men to get her to her proper place.”

“What?” I yell, then Tegan comes over and lifts me off the chair. “No! Put me down!”

But, once again, I’m injected and out like a light.