Chapter Nine

Ce dracu ' se întâmplă?!

Before stepping outside my house, I realize how hungry I am. I guess I don’t know the last time I ate. With a sigh, I grab a piece of toast and shove it into the toaster, while waiting I get ready to leave the house.

I pull on a pair of jeans and my old black sweater, hospitals aren’t exactly fancy. I look around quickly, finding my favourite beanie and pulling it over whatever state my hair is in -most likely horrible- I go to leave the room, but the smudged mirror hanging on the wall catches my eye. Though the mirror is old and dusty, what I’m seeing isn’t the mirrors fault. My eyes are covered in dark eyeliner, my lips are swollen and my skin is too pale to be normal. I wince, why the f**k -

The toast jumps from the toaster, making me scramble to the kitchen and grab it. While eating I make my way out the door, honestly, I’ve given up caring what kind of impressions I give people. Anyone who looks at me twice can get a melting Fabian Glare.

While walking I end up standing close to a group of girls I recognize from some of my classes, I don’t intend to eavesdrop, okay maybe I do, but it seems they’re talking about the hospital and something that happened when I skipped.

“Did you hear any news about the fire?” The girl with wide eyes and a high pitch asked.

The girl beside her looked at her distastefully, “Yeah, my dad’s a paramedic. No casualties, but that one weird girl was in critical condition last time I heard. My dad said that she had wounds inflicted before the fire even started.” She smirked as the wide eyed one squealed, and rambled on about some bullshit.

Who’s the ‘weird girl’. And what the hell happened? What fire? Nothing ever happens here, nothing this strange.

With a distracted mind I keep walking, Not really sure if I'm actually going to find myself at the hospital or not. I stared down at my converse which threatened with every step to fall apart, and sighed loudly.

Looking up a while later, I realize I’m getting closer to the hospital. I set my mouth in a grim line. I hate hospitals. I'd definitely prefer skipping out on my s****y family and go to the ledge at the beach or something.

The street is practically empty, no people excluding me can be seen. All the lights shut off despite it being in the middle of the day, giving it a desolate feeling.

A lone rumble of an engine comes from my left, it’s a plain truck. I focus my vision on him, he can’t really see me, but I can see every pore. It’s a young teenager sitting in the front seat alone. He could be younger than me, or he could be my age, but he looks relatively harmless. If you ignore the horrendous spiked hair and weird shirt choices. I kinda feel like I’ve seen him around. But I decide to ignore him. No threat detected or whatever.

But his car slows down as he nears, I pick up god awful music playing in his truck. He rolls down his window, the music gets louder and attacks my ear drums. But I don’t stop walking.

He looks me over shamelessly, I scowl. Gross.

“What’s going on sweet cheeks? Need a ride?” He winks.

I realize then I probably look like a hooker. I tug the sweater over my hands anxiously. Well f**k, that’s just great. 

“No thanks, jackass.” I attempt to sound American, accents tend to make people intrigued. With the kid closer, I can feel his energy. It’s weird. Somethings off with him.

I stop walking and peer at him through the window curiously. He’s smirking an a*****e smirk. I glare.

The next thing I know, the wind picks up, shoving me forward into his truck, I hit my head on some metal. My vision blurs.

We are definitely not at the hospital. I open my eyes to locked doors and a large forested area. The trees are tall and imposing.

“Where are we?” I’m positive I was just hijacked, but no need to panic or anything, “And who the f**k are you?!” I might be panicking just a little.

“Acheron Ripper, pleased to meet you.” He winks again. I’m pretty sure something is wrong with him. Okay, by this point, there is definitely something wrong with him.

My head f*****g hurts and I glare daggers at this guy, I go to leave but I can’t unlock the stupid door. I can’t do anything unless I can see. My vision is still black around the edges, and this guy -Acheron Ripper? What kind of name is that?- is blocking the buttons to unlock the doors with his body.

“Hey dick bag, do you want to let me out?” The guy just smiles, his hand reaching towards me, his whole body following and - F**k no. I’m out of here.

I focus completely on the outside of this truck. I turn my head to the trees. I can feel my body leaving. Just before I snatch the keys from the ignition and hit the a*****e in the face with them.

When I open my eyes next, I am outside the truck. Looking in on a bewildered Acheron Ripper.

“B***h, you thought.” I mumble under my breath. I turn around, towards the trees, planning on leaving quickly. I hope he gets the message.

But my body has other ideas. I’ve always had difficultly moving quickly after a teleport, my limbs are sluggish and my movements are limited. I grimace as a branch sticks into my shoulder. I can hear Rippir leaving the truck. Rippir seems to be an awfully appropriate name for him.

Fog fills the space around me, making it even harder to see. I might as well stop moving instead of blindly stumbling around. I know Rippir is closer.

“What the f**k is going on.” I whisper.

“So…” His face pops up close to mine. This guy has personal space issues. “You’re a half demon aren’t you?”

I scowl, of course this guys a f*****g half demon too, just what I f*****g need. Though that would explain this guys strange energy, the wind, and the fog. I decide pissing this guy off might be a death wish, I won't do anything suicidal. Yet. 

“Yeah I am. I can see really far." I say sarcastically, "But can I leave now?” I do feel like this guy is pretty dangerous. Dangerous and an a*****e. But I don’t think he’s going to kill me, or rape me, or both. Not anymore.

His eyes fill with childish excitement. Seriously, what is wrong with this guy?

 “Let’s go then!”

I still have the keys, I demand on driving this time. Pretty sure this guy is very untrustworthy, more untrustworthy than my headache and s****y driving. I keep the music off, despite his protests about how his s****y music is great and not headache inducing, as I drive to the hospital.

Instead of ditching me, like I hoped he would. He drags me to Blaze’s room. Who is apparently the 'weird girl' who was injured. And a half-demon. 

Still very confused. I learn to zone out and just scowl at people who talk to me. Occasionally making sarcastic remarks. 

And that’s how I ended up here. In a hearse. With 2 other half demons and 2 kidnapped strangers. Though the blond seems familiar. I’m absolutely sure this is going to be a huge mistake on my part.