• Arryn(chapter 1)

    She stands alone, outside a small church waiting for her late night bus. Analyzing everything I great detail was how she kept herself busy. Snow as white and pure as a new born baby, nude trees that glistened in the dim light of the stars. It was a clear night, not a single cloud in the sky. The streets were hallow and still. Her curly, amber hair rustled in the subtle wind. Even though her knees were sore from a fresh fall on the slippery ice, she still pictured this as a perfect, after all she has just gotten her first kiss.



    Behind her, the burgundy-brick church glowed from the spot light that was pouring down on her from above the entrance door. The large wooden door underneath laid closed.



    Usually Arryn’s bus would have already come by now, she looked down at her watch with her fierce blue eyes, “11:10” it read, so she decided to sit on the verdigris green bench, and wait, thinking she had probably missed her bus.



    Suddenly, the spotlight above her, which had once glowed yellow, turned blood red, then extinguished with a flash. A phantom wind sent shivers up her spine, and one by one the street lights exploded. Arryn could feel someone breathing

    heavily on the back of her neck, making her shudder. She turned to look behind her, but there was nothing, ad the now still laid undisturbed. Arryn, thinking that it was all in her mind, pulled out her mp3 and turned it up full blast. She sang along to her overplayed music, not noticing a dark figure moving along the large apartment building across the street.



    “Arryn” she faintly heard through her music. She turned her music off, and cautiously pulled out her earphones. Arryn listened intently trying to hear the strange voice again, but the night was silent.



    “Arryn” the wind whispered caressing her delicate ear. Arryn jumped up, and looked around, seeing nothing, she started to believe that it was her imagination. Once again, she felt someone breathing on the back of her neck. Arryn screamed as something gently touched her pear-like skin.



    “Don’t scream my darling,” a delicate voice rang in her ear, sending shivers up her spine, and staining her eyes with tears. The unseen presence put it’s cold hand across her mouth, and licked the base of her neck. “I promise I won’t kill you,” the presence kissed her ear, “until you ask me at least.”



    One by one the stars went out, and the smell of strawberries and blood flooded the air, making it thick and suffocating. Arryn’s heart fluttered as she passed out into the arms of the unseen presence.



    “Revika!” A raspy voice screamed from the basement. “She’s waking up!” Revika’s ears perked up, and she lowered her pale hands from her indigo hair. She had been warned about the mirror, it’s addicting, her fire red eyes could not look away. Every time she stared into it, it became harder and harder to look away. Since she had begun to look in the mirror, her eyes had changed drastically. At one time, they were the same color as her hair, and everything was peaceful. But now, they were completely red, and when she cried, thick blood fell instead of salty tears.



    “Revika!” the voice screamed once more, “get down here now, or she’s going to be mine for the taking!” Revika’s head snapped away from the mirror.



    “Shut up Faustino,” She yelled, and in a flash, she was downstairs in the chamber next to him. “Like I would ever let that happen.” She whispered seductively in his ear, then pushed him out the door. “Leave us”. Faustino walked away muttering threats of finally teaching her a lesson. Revika, knowing he was too much of a wimp to so much as lay a hand on her, ignored everything he said.



    Revika looked around the dark chamber only to see the blood spattered, brick walls, that echo the screams of hell. The smell of blood, lust and death lingered in the room. Revika took a deep breath, enjoying every second of it. Arryn laid in the corner to Revika’s right. She had dark circles under her eyes from crying, and her cheeks were smeared with dirt. Her body hung from rusty, bloody chains attached to the old brick ceiling. The chains were retractable, but at the time the chains were long enough so that Arryn’s body lay on the cold cement flooring. Tears fell from Arryn’s bloodshot, blue eyes as she cried for help. Revika pulled up the lever for the chain, which pulled the chains around Arryn’s arms raising her up to Revika’s height. Revika raised her hand and slapped Arryn forcefully across the face, “Stop your useless blubbering!” she demanded.



    Arryn immediately remembered this voice, as the one in front of the church. Her eyes widened with sheer fear. Revika laughed in her face, and pushed down the lever, letting Arryn’s body drop violently to the ground. Revika picked her up effortlessly and threw her over her shoulders, grabbing her butt and squeezing it as she walked towards the metal table. Arryn pounded her fists on Revika’s back trying to get free, “please don’t hurt me” she cried loudly. It was like music to Revika’s ear. Across the room there was a metal table with leather straps to hold Arryn’s arms in place, and sharp metal screws stained with crusty blood, that went through a metal ring on either side of the bottom of the table. Revika threw Arryn down on the cold metal table, smashing her head roughly on the edge, cutting the back of her head shallowly, but the cut bleed a lot, allowing the blood to spill over the table. Revika tied her arms in the leather straps and pulled them tight around Arryn’s thin wrists. She put her feet through the metal loops and tightened the screws into her ankles. Arryn’s piercing screams filled the room quickly as Revika tightened the screws into the flesh of her ankles, and penetrated the bone. Tear diluted the thick blood around her head. Blood started to trickle from her ankles. Revika smiled as her teeth started to show, and let out a moan as she lowered her mouth to the spilling blood from Arryn’s ankle. Just one drop of her innocent, pure blood would drive her insane, she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop if she started.



    Revika pulled her head back, and called Faustino down to the chamber. She begged him to take care of Arryn for her, because she wanted her to suffer before she died. Revika left the room as Faustino pulled out a set of hammers, pliers, pruning clippers, and rusty scalpels. She went back up to her black room and stared in the mirror, seeing her reflection change every minute.