Chapter Eight : You're staying here

Zak had chosen to stay awake, waiting for Cassie to reappear at the door. He hadn’t questioned why she was going to the college and just had let her go. Most of the night he was pacing back and forth in the room, pondering the possibilities of why she wasn’t coming back. She was a busy person, he knew that. He didn’t know when he heard the snores from Tom downstairs, or Alice’s yells whenever she discovered that Sam had almost eaten everything in Cassie’s kitchen. Zak wasn’t sure when he drifted off to sleep really. He just happened to be now waking up.

He was laying awkwardly on Cassie’s bed, his feet dangling over the edge. When he awoke it was dusk and he knew that he had managed to sleep a whole day. Zak half expected Cassie to be downstairs waiting for him to get up, but she wasn’t there. Alice greeted him with a frown.

“The poor girl hasn’t returned,” Alice said calmly. Zak sighed and grabbed his coat from the closet door handle. He threw a glance towards Tom, who was snoring in the chair. Zak quickly put on his jacket, watching as Alice realized what he was doing.

“You can’t go find her… this is a big city. It’s near impossible.  Please listen to me Zak. You can’t go missing also. Have some sense,” she pleaded.

“Oh, like you have any? C’mon Alice. She could be in trouble. Would you like me to ‘have some sense’ and forget about you if you went missing?” he questioned. “C’mon Alice. Let me go.”

Alice stepped out of the doorway and watched as Zak entered the cold night outside, slamming the door behind him.

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“Explaining? I’ve done nothing wrong,” Cassie cried. This was all a dream, all of it. Zak wasn’t real and she was sitting at home with Hannah. A set of red and a set of purple eyes stared down at her, as if they were gazing into her soul. She felt a strong hand encircle her wrist and yank her through the doorway into the living room. Cassie was thrown onto the floor in the living room, both males peering down at her.

The taller familiar one had the dark purple eyes and the long black hair. He was certainly the one that had just grabbed her and the one that had kidnapped her. The other one she hadn’t seen before. He had shaggy black hair that hadn’t been cut in what appeared to be years, and red eyes shown out from behind his bangs. Both were deathly pale, and both appeared menacing.

“We do not tolerate little girls like you running around our city,” the one with the red eyes said, “do not lie to us. Explain exactly why you are spying on us.”

Cassie looked to both of them, searching for some sort of salvation. She found no emotion in their faces. “I don’t understand. I haven’t followed you. I just want my friend back. I came to save her.”

“Liar,” the long-haired one hissed. “She’s been following me after I hunt.”

“After Hannah was kidnapped!” she cried.

“How did you know where I was?!?” he yelled back.

“Dreams,” Cassie whispered. “You were in my dreams! You killed the prostitute, you killed Teresa! You killed many others that I don’t know about!”

“Spy!” the shaggy-haired one hissed. “Demetri, she’s a spy!”

“How did you come across the power to dream of us while we kill?” Demetri, the purple-eyed one, questioned.

“It just happened! One day I came home and I dreamt of the first murder. I know where they lie. Trust me.”

“Demetri, kill her!” the other male pleaded. “She knows too much!”

“Be quiet Alexander. She might be useful to us, you know.” Demetri suggested.

“Useful! Ha! She’s a hindrance!”

Cassie watched as they argued over her fate. She noticed that her phone was over by the other side of the couch. Of course they wouldn’t leave it with her. She crawled forward, extending her hand to grab it. She almost had the phone until she was pulled back by her hoodie and an immediate pain flowed through her hand.

A large boot – that of Demetri’s – was pinning her fragile hand to the wood floor. She was pulled backward to the point of choking. Demetri lifted up his boot and Cassie flew back into Alexander’s arms.

“You’re staying here,” he said bitterly. Cassie flailed, picked and punched. “NO! NO!” she chanted. Alexander wasn’t hurt one bit when they reached the short walk to the basement. Without a second thought, he threw her in and closed the door quickly. He locked it with a simple skeleton key. Cassie’s banging upon the door followed.

“I’m telling you Demetri, it’s better just to end it,” Alexander said with a disgusted look, before brushing past his brother to go outside.