Roses for Rachel episode 44

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ROSES FOR RACHEL
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I woke up alone, rolling over to look at the clock on the wall, then sighed when I realized it was so early still. Right now the sun would just be starting to set. I glanced at Calvin’s pillow and I carefully pu-ll-ed the note over to me, re-ading it throu-gh narrowed eyes, fearing he would make it a loophole to tell me the truth by writing it down and having me accidently re-ad it, but I laughed at my paranoia when I re-ad that it just said he was going down to have Castro re-leased so he could speak with him.

I got out of be-d slowly, running my hand down the racks of clothing to try and pick something to wear today. I decided after a minute that I really didn’t give a cra-p, so I just pu-ll-ed down a black knee length dress with quarter length sleeves and got dressed. My eyes were a little puffy from all of the crying I’d done last night, and I had a tinge of a headache, but it wasn’t bothering me too badly. I stared into the mirror at my face and I wondered to myself how long it would take for the empty feeling inside me to go away. I went to Calvin’s book shelf and pu-ll-ed out a book at random, laying on the be-d with it to try and let my mind escape for a while. I was a few chapters in when my ears were as-saulted by a blaring alarm and the chandelier over the be-d began flashing red.

I jumped out of be-d, my heart racing. I’d never heard alarms here before, and I had no idea what they meant or what to do. I ran to the door, sticking my head out into the hallway, but it was empty, the guards all gone.

I ran across the hall and busted into the suite, coming face to face with Lexton, Greer, and Tessa. “What the hell is going on?” Tessa asked with big eyes.

I shook my head. “I don’t know.” I said rushed, my anxiety only getting higher and higher as the alarm continued and all of the lights in the room flashed red.

Greer was chewing on her hair. “What are we supposed to do?”
“Where’s the guards?” Lexton asked right after Greer.

“I don’t know!” I snapped again. “I don’t know! The guards aren’t out there.” I said pointing to the door.

Tessa shook out her hands. “Well, we nee-d to do something.” She said nervously. “What about the bunkers?”

I bit myl-ip, trying to think what the hell alarms could mean. We didn’t even have them when there were rebels in the castle. “Yeah.” I finally said, nodding my head. “Let’s go.”

I could feel each of the girls right on my heels as we went out into the hallway, my s-en-ses feeling like they were all on high alert. I felt a little safer in the confines of the elevator, but my mind jumped to Calvin as the elevator moved down.

“Where’s Calvin?” Lexton asked and it took all of my energy not to sl@p her across the face, instead I just ignored her question.
I turned to look only at Tessa and Greer, both of them breathing heavily. “You remember how to get to the bunkers?” I asked and they nodded. “Ok, good. Go there and wait for Pedro or whoever to let you guys in.”

The elevator doors started to open but Greer gr@bb£d my arm. “What about you?” She asked, her eyebrows high.

“I’ve got to go find Calvin.” I told her, then pu-ll-ed her into a hvg.
“Be careful.” I whispered into her brown hair. “Don’t worry, it is probably not that big of a deal.” I tried to ease her nerves, but I felt like it was probably a big lie.

I felt Tessa hvg me and Greer too. “You be careful, too.” She said. “Go get your man.” She smiled when she let go of us.

The three of them rushed off of the elevator, Greer glancing back at me for a moment before she continued on her way.
Right before the doors closed again, I heard their screams.

I beat my hands against the elevator doors, screaming for Greer and Tessa, and I tried to push the st©p bu-tton, but the elevator was alre-ady moving. My breathing felt like it hurt my lungs, as I su-cked in air in ragged breaths. My head was swimming, fighting back against all of the horrible thoughts that popped into my head for what might have just happened to them.
The elevator slowed and I counted my breaths slowly. “One, two, three.” I whispered to myself as the doors slid open.

The corridors are never very bright or welcoming, but when the doors opened and I crept slowly into the darkness, the ominousness of the corridor going from pitch black, to a hazy red as the lights flashed on and off in rhythm with the blaring of the alarm, made chills run up and down my spine. I closed my eyes for just a second, trying to gather my nerve, I just nee-ded to find Calvin, then we can figure everything out together.

“Where are you?” I said un-der my breath and then opened my eyes, trying to build up my confidence, and I marched up the first corridor I c@m£ to. It seemed empty, but there were things lying all over the ground, and it was ha-rd to tell what any of it was with the lights going on and off. I knew it couldn’t be good though, not when everything is usually so orderly around here. I wanted so badly to call for a guard, but I was terrified of what kind of attention I might get if I did.

I made my way slowly, hvgging up to the wall as I walked. I knew that Pedro told me when he briefed me on all of my queenly duties that there was a conference room on this level, and if Calvin had indeed gone to get Castro, then they both might still be around this area, I just nee-ded to find where that place was. I cursed un-der my breath for not paying attention to the map more carefully. As if it would have really helped anyway in this darkness.

I was keeping my cool until I tr!pp£dover something in the darkness and I fell to the cold stone floor with a thud. The red light illuminated the hall again and I had to cover my mouth and bite my ton-gue to keep from screaming. A few feet away from me was a man’s b©dy laying against the opposite wall with an arm out in the middle of the walkway. His eyes were opened, staring at nothing, and his n£¢k was r!pp£dopen, no blood seeping from the wound.

I turned away from the gruesome sight, only for the lights to go out again, then come back up for me to see the dead woman sitting against the wall a foot away from me, her head inclined my way, and her n£¢k nearly severed in half. I felt bile rise from my gut and the overpowering urge to run away, but my fear only bec@m£ worse when I heard footsteps. Someone was running this way.

The lights went back out, then the red glow was back just long enough for me to see a young woman, wearing lingerie oddly enough, come running around the corner, fear apparent on her lovely face. I started to call to her, but then she was on the ground, two men n-ked men on t©p of her, ripping into her flesh with their teeth.

My whole b©dy shook and I could ha-rd ly breathe, or get my legs to move beneath me, but I finally worked myself into a crawling position, trying as ha-rd as I could to be as quiet as possible, hoping they’d be too distracted by their kill to notice me. I got around another corner and down the way there was another n-ked vampire that had someone against a wall, draining them from their n£¢k.

I ducked into the first room I found, but it was completely empty and offered no place for me to hide. I crouched down beside the door, swaying back and forth slightly in terror of the things I was seeing and imagining that soon I would be next. I bit myl-ips as I straightened back up, balling my fists at my sides. I told myself I could do this. I’m obviously not going to be able to find Calvin in this mess, so I nee-d to find someplace to hide. I thought ha-rd , trying to think what else is on level 3, then I remembered his mom’s room.

I also remembered the dungeons…and the n-ked vampires…It cli-cked in my head what was happening. Somehow all those blood thirsty vampires had found a way out of the crypts and the dungeons. The realization of how serious this situation was sank in and I knew that if I don’t get myself to that room and find a way to bunker down there, I’m going to be killed out here.

I took a de-ep breath, slid off my shoes, and padded out into the corridor again, carefully ma-king my way up the opposite hall from the vampires. I took a couple of turns and after a second I felt like I was getting somewhere, the area I was in was extremely familiar, even in the dark. I st©pped for just a second and I g@sped as I heard someone’s breathing behind me.

I wh!pped around, waiting for death to take me, when I saw two dungeon vampires converging on me, one man and one woman. The woman smiled at me and I recognized her as the one who had cut my leg when I’d been in the dungeon. They both lowered into a crouch, and I closed my eyes, knowing it was over.

“Back off!” A man’s voice called. “This one is mine.”

I turned in the blackness and squinted to see who it was. The red lights glowed, revea-ling Castro standing there wearing nothing but a pair of shorts that didn’t look like they could be his because they were obviously too big for him. “plea-se help me.” I begged him.

He looked pas-sed me, glaring at the others and I heard them walk the other direction. “Save you?” He repeated me. “Like your mate saved Daniel?” He asked me.

“Where is Calvin?” I asked and he shook his head at me, narrowing his eyes. I gulped loudly in fear. “How did you get out of the dungeons?” I demanded. “Are you the one who let everyone out?”

“So many questions for a girl who knows so little.” He whispered in the dark. “I think I have you to thank for getting me out of the dungeons, actually.” He smiled at me when the lights c@m£ up again, and he led up a long piece of red, dirty looking material. “I found this, which is covered in your scent, by the doors in that dungeon.” He explained. “All of the others were too weak to use it, but I wasn’t.” He laughed to himself, a sad hint to it. “I got out, managed to find the blood supply room rather easily, then I helped my new friends gain the strength to escape from their barbaric captivity.”

“Why would you do that?” I asked, then shouted as he gr@bb£d me by the n£¢k, easily turning to pin me to the wall with one hand. He squee-zed, cutting off my air flow and ma-king my limited vision even more blurry.

“I’m sorry it’s happening to you, but I have to get revenge somehow.” He said with an actual ounce of remorse in his voice as he looked into my bulging eyes. “I can’t go back to our family without vengeance. I’m sorry.” He repeated again, closing his eyes.

I br@ced for death, but instead of dying, I fell to the floor, sma-cking the side of my face r0ûghly on the stones. “I tried to do the right thing!” Calvin screamed, tackling Castro beneath him, holding him by his n£¢k and looking into his eyes. “I’m sorry I took your son from you! You have no idea how sorry!” He yelled. “He saved my life and I took his, and now…I’m sorry.”

Calvin whispered, ripping Castro’s head from his b©dy like it was nothing. I felt faint, and la-id back on the cool ground, staring blankly up at the ceiling as the lights continued to flash and the alarm faded into the background of my subconscious. I saw a fli-ckering of blue light reflecting on the stones and I turned my head to the side to see Calvin standing over a blue flame covered pyre. “Rachel, are you alright?” He whispered to me, but I couldn’t answer him. He flashed over to me, kneeling at my side, then he looked around, his face crumpling. “Rachel?” He whispered again, tears in his eyes.

I was in shock of what was going on, but even in the fogginess of my mind I remembered the reason this place looked so familiar. I’d seen it in my dreams…the sp©t where his mom had died. I sat up slowly, my face aching slightly on the right side where I’d hit it. “I’m ok.” I whispered to him and he helped me to my feet, gr-abbing me and looking me over, checking to make sure I wasn’t injured.

He held my face ti-ghtly, his face still crumpled. “You have to go.” He said softly, tilting my face back to look me in the eyes.

I stared up into his smoky eyes. “We both do.” I said. “Do we hide or go to the bunkers?” I asked him and his expression looked…empty. “What?” I asked softly, searching his eyes.

He dropped his hands from my face and held my hands in front of me. “I’m not going anywhere…You are.”
“I don’t un-derstand, where do I nee-d to go?” I asked. “I don’t want to go by myself.”

“Hold on.” He said suddenly, picking me up in his arms. Then the walls began to flash by as he ran with me, only st©pping at the elevator, but he didn’t put me down, not until we got off of the elevator and he had to st©p to put both his hands against the stone wall beside the elevator, opening the secret door.

“Wait.” I protested as he pu-ll-ed me into the dark hallway. I fought against him, so he tossed me over his shoulder without speaking and he began running again. When he st©pped my head was spinning as he put me back on my feet and I realized that we were standing on the outSk-irts of the little city, the clear night sky above our heads, and a chill in the air.

I looked to my left and I saw a black car pu-ll up the road, st©pping a few yards away from us, and turning off their lights.
“Rachel.” Calvin whispered my name shakily, drawing my attention back to him.

I looked up at him, and my knees began to shake. He was just staring down at me, tears filling his eyes. “What’s going on, Calvin?” I asked warily, fighting back my own tears at his expression.

He sighed, his shoulders shaking and he pu-ll-ed an envelope out of his back pocket, handing it over to me. “You’re leaving, Rachel.” He said lowly, breathing heavily.
My breath hitched. “What? No!” I shouted, pushing to get by him to go back to the city.

“Rachel!” He said louder, gr-abbing my shoulders and holding me out in front of him. “You can’t stay here anymore, baby.” He cried, shaking. “You’ve got to go. It’ll never be safe for you, it’ll always be like this, as long as you’re human, and Rachel, I know you…You don’t want to be like me, and I don’t want that for you either.”

“No!” I screamed at him, trashing around in his grip. “You don’t know what I want! I want to be with you! Why are you doing this?” My heart felt like it was on fire, and there was ice in my veins. My whole world felt like it was crumbling ap@rt around me and there was an echoing in my ears. “Don’t make me leave, I love you!”

Calvin shook his head at me, trying so ha-rd not to look me in the eyes. “I don’t want you to go!” He whimpered. “I want to keep you forever, I love you too, but that’s why you have to leave. I can’t do this to you anymore!” He shouted, letting me go and turning his back on me. “You’d never be happy being a vampire, Rachel, never! You could never kill an innocent person to feed your hunger, and I wouldn’t want you to. You would never be safe as a human here either, though!”

“I don’t care, as long as I’m with you!”

“Rachel!” He shouted desperately, stomping back to me, gr-abbing my face, forcing me to look at him. “You can’t stay here! I’m telling you, you have to leave! I won’t watch…I know you’re not going to be happy here.”

I blinked throu-gh my tears. “Is this because of what happened to your mom? I would never leave you like that, Calvin, I swear!”
He cried ha-rder, looking up at the sky. “Baby, that’s not the only reason. I don’t want to keep you as my prisoner anymore, like my father did to her, you can go. I nee-d you to go, live, Rachel.

This isn’t a life for you, being stuck un-der the ground, never enjoying the sun.” He tilted his eyes back down to me. “You deserve more than this, so much more.”

I stared at him, feeling more than broken that he was denying me, telling me to leave. “I don’t want to leave you!” I insisted. “I can’t leave you! Without you to protect me, the vampire’s will hunt me down and I’ll just end up back in another feeder school, or worse!” I tried to make him see. “I can’t leave! I don’t want to!”

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