Poppet

Elicia:

The air was heavy with anticipation as Nasir and Aadeel misted away with two other guards that had appeared out-of-thin-air. Ignoring the crossed-eyed looks from the guys, focusing on my target standing smugly in front of me.

“FOR THE INNOCENT!” Someone bellowed from the crowd, nodding to the ladies in agreement, resuming my earlier stance swirling the misty energy around my fingertips, feeling the tight electrical snaps along my nerve endings.

“Let’s play.” Snarling out in laughter as a strange sensation rolled over my thoughts like a thick suffocating fog, trying to focus on the blurring colors and fading sounds or was it blurring sounds and fading colors. Not quite sure at the moment, squinting, shaking my head in confusion.

“Yes, Let’s play.” A creepy, husky voice laughed through my link as everything slipped away into a billowing wave of black fog, choking on the thin air as my motor-functions failed to respond to the simplest task.

“Relax my little ‘poppet’, good ol’ Helmer will take care of you.” Flinching back at the name that hurt my ‘Bestie-Roomie-Homie-for-life’, Randi-Pandi. Same asshole that kidnapped Bailey, killed Peyton, sent Bain after me, and the list goes on-and-on, but those visions can fuck-off to Dixie because this motherfucker chose the wrong fucking gal to fuck with.

“Stop squirming.” His husky voice hissed out in frustration, growling out against the stinging pain that snapped through my wrists and ankles, thrashing my head side-to-side as the swirling fog shook away in shaky wisps.

“Go Fuck Yourself!” Spitting in his crimson orbs, hating the fact he looked like Desmond except for the short hair instead of Desmond’s beautiful, long-straight locks of silky raven. Smirking at the pointy fangs that hissed out in my face, snapping my own pearlies’ back in his face as he stumbled back a step with confusion painted all over his straight features.

“What’s the matter, Bitch got your tongue?” Licking my fangs with an evil glint etched across my face, studying the smug smirk that lifted those rose-tinted lips with a narrowed stare of curiosity.

“You remind me of a ‘wild horse’ that just needs… broken.” Jostled by the bone-cracking backhand that snapped my head sideways, almost turning me into a horror movie pose, clenching, grinding my teeth to pop the joint back in place before he managed to break it completely.

“That was to easy.” Jolted the opposite direction, slimy blood spewing from my rippling lips as the warm slick drooled past my chin, down onto my shirt causing it to fuse against the bare flesh beneath the thin cotton material.

“A toddler could hit harder than you.” Tilting my head enough to see the glowing flash of murder dance across his crimson-greens, gasping at the air forcefully extracted from my lungs as his fist and knee slammed into my ribs on both sides.

Coughing violently, spitting out bloody mucus as his slender fingers cupped under my tender chin, lifting enough to see his fangs reflecting the dim lighting as they plunged into my collarbone with an ear-shattering scream of death.

“So sweet.” His husky voice scraped along the festering darkness, silently screaming in agony as my insides incinerated into festering pools of bubbling flesh and muscle. Flash frozen by liquid nitrogen as his smooth, razor-sharp fangs serrated along my flesh in a fluid motion of extraction.

“Be a good ‘poppet’ and stay. We have a guest joining us shortly.” His mocking voice sliced along my trembling frame, scanning over the stone and wood beam enclosure. Flopping over enough to see massive stone archways held-up by grand pillars of stone like a massive underground tomb.

“You really are a ‘troublemaker’.” Tilting my head back enough to see a silhouette leaning against a stone wall decorated with skulls and bones like some kind of an old catycomb, blinking away the upside-down image, chuckling brightly.

“Great, add more humiliation to the mix ‘King of the Dead’.” Mocking his title silently, hissing out against the next wave of freezing napalm needles slicing through my veins with an abrupt exit out my temples at the thumping rhythm of my pounding heart.

“Far from humiliation my dear Elicia, more like a voice of reasoning, or wisdom in your case, however you decide to claim it is on you.” Growling at his lazed poise, violently trembling, sliding my arms up to counter-balance my position as gravity gently assisted in my half-assed roll-over.

“Figures you can hear me. Schmuck!” Resting my shaking chin on my heated bicep, looking up lazily through the double-kaleidoscope of colors at his frowning expression, looking so GQ in his white-pinstripe on dark gray slacks, barefooted like always, and a sleek, black silk button-up with the top two undone.

“Hey now, I didn’t call you names but I can think of a few perfect in this moment.” Scrunching my nose up in annoyance as he kneeled, making a picture box with his thumb and forefingers, looking through it with his tongue curled out at the corner of his mouth like he was concentrating on the perfect picture.

“Fuck off! Why don’t you make yourself useful, oh yeah, you can’t because you’re a fucking spirit, deity, whatever you call yourself, but fucking helpless at the moment.” Huffing out, jerking my legs against the rough stone flooring, coughing out musty dead air as Helmer reappeared with a half-naked body draped over his shoulder.

Gasping back as gravity wrecked into my already agonizing state of liquid nitrogen and napalm playing hopscotch through my body. Squinting to focus past the blurry state of my vision as Bailey’s peaceful face laid next to my trembling body.

“Looks like your In-laws stabilized her ‘bloodlust’, but it won’t matter once she witnesses what I have in-store for you. Your mother betrayed my moment of compassion, now, I’ll take back what is rightfully mine.” Snarling out a ragged breath as he disappeared into the shadowy masks of the catacombs, leaving us behind in a strange catatonic state.

“Where are we?” Scooting closer to Bailey, smelling the delicious aroma of steak seasonings and the metallic wisps of blood along her breath as it fanned softly across my face and chest. Growling out in frustration as my stomach found the situation perfect to rumble in hunger, choking back a nauseous knot that formed out-of-nowhere. Exhaling slowly, tapping my head against the hard stone floor as ugly tears rolled down my cheeks with a trembling wave of scorching heat jackhammering through my bones.

“Any normal person would be passed out from the pain of ‘changing’. You’re special alright.” His taunting voice drew out the sassy-annoyance within me, rolling my eyes at his bright smile as those gleaming orbs of jade stared at me in questioning.

“Remember, Vessel for the Goddess Hathor. I’m pretty sure I can handle a little pain from a bite; besides, the babies are protected. At most, I’ll probably vomit all over the place, but his venom won’t take.” Nudging Bailey with my shoulder trying to rouse her from her deep sleep, breathing slowly as the freezing napalm rolled over my body in a heavy blanket of pricking needles.

“Don’t get cocky. There’s more to this story than you realize young lady. Keep your senses open.” Looking at him confused not understanding his cryptic explanation, dry-heaving with the next round of nausea clenching my stomach in a vise.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean, ‘more to the story’, ‘don’t get cocky’. Damn straight I’ll get cocky because this is BULLSHIT. First I fall for Bain’s game, almost give in to him, but thank the Fucking Gods I kept some form of clarity in that situation. Then I get knocked into next century when Peyton attacked me at school, thankfully the guys were dropping by for our normal coffee and meet before class. Ew! How about this one, barn blown to smithereens while kidnapped, tortured, taunted, and thrusted into the Supernatural world on warp speed. Sorry, but ‘Beam up Scotty’ fell flat on its fucking face in this train wreck of my life. It gets better as we introduce daddy ‘Warbucks’ Myles and his all-brawn, no brains brother Titan, from what I understand should of have stayed dead.” Scoffing out a laugh at his attempt of being shocked, but the evil smirk gave it away, snapping his fingers out like ‘oh gosh, you got me’.

“So, are you going to continue your cryptic riddles or tell me what’s really going on?” Nudging Bailey again, noticing her eyes fluttering rapidly behind her eyelids.

Shit! She’s out cold.