CHAPTER 10: YOU SHOULD SAVE YOUR WIFE WHILE YOU STILL CAN

The car had been moving for about twenty minutes now. She wasn't sure who was holding her arm, but it was definitely the longest drive of her life. It eventually came to an end. The tyres screeched and the sound of the engine faded.

'Outtie princess,' she heard the 'passenger seat guy' say and the door was opened.

She stayed put, not moving a muscle. Someone nudged her arm gently as if motioning for her to move towards the door.

'Get out of the car!' the maniac yelled at her when she still didn't budge. He grabbed her hair and held her neck, dragging her out of the vehicle. She heard the sound of opening and slamming doors as she blindly walked until they came to a stop. She was pushed unto a chair and then tied with her hands behind her. When they were sure she was completely unable to escape, they took off the sack on her head. Her hair was messy and some of it was attached to the sweaty skin on her neck. She slowly opened her eyes. Drops of cold sweat rolled down her forehead and some entered her eyes. It stung. She blinked, trying to get the saline liquid off her eyes. A blurry image of two men appeared before her. The room was filled with toys and biscuit wraps.

'You see, I think we started off on a wrong foot. I'm Leslie and this is Jonah,' the maniac said pointing a finger at himself and then the 'passenger seat guy'

'And you are?' He asked grinning at her. Meghan looked at his teeth again. Jeez! He looked better when he wasn't smiling.

'The girl you captured from the street,' she replied.

'Haha. She is the girl we captured from the street,' Jonah laughed loudly, but stopped when Leslie looked austerely at him.

'I'll just place these on the floor,' Jonah cleared his throat as he crouched to put something behind the door.

'What are those?' Leslie asked him.

'Garlic,' Jonah said simply before he emptied the content of his hands on the floor.

'She's not a vampire you idiot!'

'Well then what is she?' Jonah looked at Meghan on the chair.

'I don't know, but she can make things happen,' Leslie replied grimly, cracking his knuckles and glaring right at her.

'You made that fruit appear out of nowhere. We saw you do it. I don't care what the hell you are, but you're gonna make us rich, very rich,' he continued.

Meghan didn't say anything. She gazed at the floor, keeping her head down. She was going to wait till they left the room, then she'd make a run for it through the window.

'You can just give us what we want while you still can,' he said almost growling.

'Neither of us are going anywhere, not until you make us filthy rich,' he added, as if reading her thoughts.

'For your good, you should co-operate with…' he was saying before he was interrupted by a loud banging sound and a loud scream, it sounded like a woman.

Master Forneius appeared inside the room and seconds later, Jonah caught fire. His skin began hair, clothes and skin began to burn, but he didn't move or a make a sound. Slowly, blood began to drip from the scalds. It looked like he was melting. It was an obscene scene. Leslie and I just watched terrified.

'You should save your wife while you still can.' Forneius said looking at Leslie, who ran out of the room immediately.

'Meghan dear, Uncle Forneius is here to save you,' Forneius said shifting his gaze to me. He crouched and untied me. Occasionally, his ice cold fingers would come in contact with my skin.

'Let's get out of this place,' he said revolted, as he surveyed the room. I could hear Leslie's sobbing as he tried to resuscitate the woman in the other room.

As soon as we were out, the house began to burn.

'You didn't have to kill them,' I whispered angrily at Master Forneius.

'They are just humans Meghan,' he said simply. I of all people knew Master Forneius. He regarded humans as weak projects.

'They are still people,' I said disgusted. Did he even have a conscience?

'If you say so Meghan. Go home and do not get into more trouble. I wouldn't want a word of this to get to your father, Lord Araphel.' He said before vanishing.