The two shadows lurked at me; I could see the whites of their eyes. They did not seem to want to cross the beam of light. I thought to myself, 'Oh great, they're vampires!' The novels by the indomitable and infamous Anne Rice circled in my head. I pictured Rice's protagonist, undead characters in my head and how they avoided light of any kind. Fucking tangent. My inability to focus always bests me when I am faced with anxiety of this magnitude. Yeah, like I am faced with ghosts, goblins, and maybe vampires all the time. This kind of anxiety was off the damn chart. The figures started walking closer to me. Once they passed the sunbeam, I figured they were no vampires - at least not like the one's in a Rice vampire novel. One of the figures was that of Bridget's and the other one was that of Jason's. I asked them where I was and what they wanted. Neither of them made attempts at responding to my questions or to even say anything remotely astute; they each looked like mannequins. My belly was hurting more, but I managed to walk closer to them. I was holding my side as if I had a gaping wound to protect. Bridget moved and started to act coherent, and she said she wanted to go home. I wanted to answer her with, 'yeah me too, bitch!' But, I stayed calm and kept my mouth shut. I was going to just stare at the both of them until one or both spoke to me. Just then, Jason started to turn around, as if to leave, so I ran toward him. He stopped and faced me. The chill in the cave became more cold. He said I "was supposed to leave the girl at her home and leave." I was not going to justify the decisions I had made. I really wanted to tell him, "fuck you!" But, I held back. Bridget started walking back to the shadowy corridor, but she fell down. Jason went to her and picked her up in his arms. It was so easy for him to do that. He carried her like she was a rag doll. I followed behind, having to walk fast because Jason was tall with long legs, so his pace was double that of mine. My side was hurting, but I was determined to keep up with Jason's cadence. He stopped not long after entering the dark hallway and placed Bridget on some boulders. He turned around and looked at me with a sinister grimace. Before I could react, he was next to me - he slithered his way like a snake. I could feel his hands on my forearms as if he was trying to lift me up, but I scrambled about and made myself free and ran. He was right in front of me, so I ran another direction, but there he was in front of me again. The cave was getting more cold. I was feeling clammy. I was afraid of what Jason's intentions were for me. He managed to pull me up and over the side of a stone wall. I don't recall how high the stony barrier was, but it was enough to send me far and fast. I landed hard. My entire body felt like it was broken. He was hovering over me with that eerie look, beckoning me or daring me to move. I had no intentions of making any sudden movements. I didn't have to move, Jason grabbed at me again and threw me against the rock wall. I hit my head. I didn't faint, but I knew I probably had a concussion. Jason started laughing at me. The chamber was getting colder and there was a malodorous smell starting to creep - like ammonia and sulfur combined. Jason was pushing me around, but he was no longer touching me. He was willing me to be thrown around the cave like I was nothing. I was in so much pain, but it failed in comparison to the fear Jason instilled in me. I knew I was going to die. I thought about the fake altar. I thought about my religious views - or lack of them. But, it was too late and unfair to second guess whatever faith I held for certain things and people. The dogma alone was not enough to behest my convictions of late. If I was going to die, I was going to do so without begging for mercy or being sorry for not being a believer.
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