Upside down world:

Patrick:

I breathe a sigh of relief to see that Kira is okay, they both are. I scoop her up in my arms, thanking the witch for keeping her safe. We've locked the heads of Jeanne's "friends" in one room on the second floor and the bodies in another on the third, that will hold them until Sir Henry and his men arrive.
I head towards one of the servants' quarters on the first floor, taking my girl with me.

My girl...hmm, I don't know. We had broken up, I had decided to stay away from her and leave her alone so that she could resume her life however, very recent events have sent everything to hell. Now she's unconscious but as soon as she wakes up I'll have to give her a few explanations.
Her pulse is rhythmic, her beats strong. It doesn't look like they drank from her, though her neck is bruised, her cheek is reddish, and her lip is still bleeding, I can't smell any scent on her other than the sweet, cloying scent of Jeanne, so I breathe a sigh of relief. Everything seems to indicate that she wasn’t sexually abused either.
I lay her down gently on the sheets, arranging the pillows behind her back and dash off in search of pain killers and some sleeping pills, she'll need them.

Kira:
I open my eyes and scream. I get out of bed screaming. I run to the door, shaking the knob, it's closed, I hit it, I kick it and continue screaming.
—Get me out of here! Help, help! Can anyone hear me?

I continue to attack the door, hitting it with my clenched fists and knees.

—Help! Help! Get me out of here! – I scream at the top of my lungs.
The door opens, Patrick stands right there blocking the exit. I pounce on him, scratching him, biting him, kicking him, I even managed to elbow him a couple of times. He nimbly dodges my attacks, parrying my blows but not hitting me back, he's just defending himself.
He ducks like lightning striking my stomach with his shoulder, all the air leaves my lungs with a loud Uffffff. He pulls me up onto his shoulder and carries me back to bed, throwing me onto the mattress.
—Let me out! I need to get out of here!- I yell at his face.
—Not until you have calmed down tigress, and not until we make sure that there are no renegades loose on the Island.

Renegades? Oh… yeah. The tomboy and the pair of muscular guys. I tremble convulsively. I open my mouth to protest but Patrick silences me by placing an ice pack on my sore and swollen cheek. I growl in protest.

These people are dangerous. Are they some kind of cult? Yolie, seemed so kind, so noble... There's no way she could have shot those lightning bolt at the other girl. But she did, I saw it, it wasn't my imagination! And Patrick? From the first moment we began having sex, I’ve suspected something is not quite right with him.
I move away from Patrick as much as I can.

That girl, the one who brought me here, had such huge fangs!

My head hurts, I can't make sense of what happened. What the hell is going on here?

—I brought you a Tylenol you should take it, it will help reduce the swelling in your cheek. I also brought a sleeping pill, I think a little sleep will do you good.

—Who were those people? Why was I brought here and why don't I remember anything?

Patrick clenches his jaw, I watch as a muscle jumps there.

—I'll give you answers, believe me, but not now. You're still in shock, after you rest I swear I'll tell you as much as I can.
—Everything.- I answer dryly.- You will tell me everything.

— I promise.

Maybe it's not a bad idea to get some sleep. My head aches and my cheek has begun to throb rhythmically, I stick the ice pack back to the swollen skin.
I swallow the sleeping pill, taking a sips of water. Anyway, it's too late, at this time I don't dare trying to reach the other end of the Island. Tomorrow I'll escape, tomorrow I'll finish all this madness.

000

I wake up slowly, my mind is a little groggy. I sit up in bed and look bewildered at the furniture around me.
This is not the room I went to slept in last night! Damn! I've been transferred, what if we're not even in Greece? Someone knocks on the door. I jump on the bed.

—Kira, it's Yolie. Are you hungry? I brought you something to eat.
She doesn't wait for my answer but comes in immediately. She stands in the open doorway and looking at me warily. It seems like she fears me and it's ironic.
—Did you put cyanide on it?- I say pointing to the pair of sandwiches and the apple juice she brings on a tray.
I watch her walk slowly towards me, placeing the tray on the nightstand and looking at me, while wringing her hands nervously.
— I wouldn't do that Kira, I would never hurt anyone deliberately.
— Yesterday's teenager disagrees with you. I clearly saw how you threwing those thunders at her.
—That's different, it was self-defense, otherwise Jeanne would have killed me and maybe you too. I had no choice, if she’d gotten close enough to me… I would be dead now.
—What the hell are you?-I ask between clenched teeth, frowning at her.

She lowers her head, looking embarrassed, she bites her lip and I see her hugging herself.
—Until very recently I thought I was a normal girl, but the time I've been here in Greece I've…discovered that I really am…- she sighs.-…I really am a kind of…witch.

The last word was spoken in an almost imperceptible whisper, but I heard it clearly. Witch, she said witch and it makes sense. I remember her perfectly, standing there on the beach's sand, her implacable face, her ghostly hair, her stony expression as she burned that girl...

And the girl's fangs. And her face contorted with fury. I get goosebumps.
—Are you going to hurt me?- I ask on a strangled breath.
She looks at me with a wide eyed expression.
—No. Of course not. - bites her lip.- I've come to apologize. Jeanne kidnapped you and beat you up, because of me. It was me they wanted.
Tears fill her eyes, she seems really hurt.

—I don't need your pity, what I want is to get out of here.- I bark.
—I would like to help you. I would like to take you back home myself, but I can't.- She wipes her tears with the back of her hand.-. Alex and Patrick are afraid there could be more renegades out there, it's not safe for you...for us, to leave the Villa.

—I'll eat later, now my stomach is queasy right now. Leave me alone.

She nods and leaves. As soon as she closes the door I attack the food she brought, I'm hungrier than a caged lion. As I chew I ponder my situation and what I’ve witnessed so far.

Witches...and from what I saw on the beach some kind of monsters, too. Apparently this world is not as simple as I thought. In just seventy-two hours, my entire world has been turned upside down. I'd better not leave this room, I'm afraid of what I might find out there.