Darkness Falls: Darkness Breaks Part 13

"No, a vampire didn't bite me." He gives a deliberate pause. "A Higher did."

Sylas looks as baffled as me. He holds a finger up, signaling me to be quiet. "You say a Higher bit you," he speaks calmly. "But that doesn't really explain much, because the Highers we know don't bite. Well, humans anyway."

"Yes they do! Yes they do!" he rattles on, slamming against the inside of the locker. "They bite people all the time, but no one can remember it."

I absentmindedly touch my neck. It's like gla.s.s p.r.i.c.kles at my brain. "I think one bit me once."

"Huh?" Sylas picks up the lantern and shoves it in my face. His eyes are all over me, checking my neck, my arms, my legs. "A Higher bit you? When? Back in the street?"

"Not in the streeta before that." I put a finger to my lips. "Shh, just a second. I'm trying to remember."

I stand in the center of the training room mat. Bellators circle me. Garret, my trainer, is secretly glad to see me going up against a Higher; he fears my strength and wants me gone.

Gabrielle moves in on my like a predator, his white robe dragging behind him. A small girl, with curly blonde hair, named Lina winces as I take a swing at Gabrielle. My arm makes contact with his neck and there's a loud pop. His bone breaks and protrudes from the skin. Blood pours out and drips on me, staining my hands and arms.

His white robe is dripping red. He covers his wound with his hand. Then his fangs slither out and he lunges at me. His teeth sink into my skin and he devours me whole, almost drinking me dry. When he steps away, I'm lightheaded. I cup my hand to the wound on the neck and gaze around at the horrified Bellators' faces. Some are backing against the wall. Others gape, their jaws slack with shock, their faces screwed with disgust. Fear tornadoes the air. Gabrielle's own fears mixed with it because I'm still standing, fully embodied.

"I told you my name already," I say. "It's Kayla. Kayla Juniper."

He drops me to the ground. "You're supposed to be dead." He whirls, swishing his robe. "Monarch will pay for this. Secrets are the worst offence."

"A Higher bit me," I say with confidence. "Back in The Colony, during Bellator practice. But the bite didn't affect me at all. In fact, it only scared Gabrielle off when he realized it didn't do anything to me."

Sylas shoots me a doubtful look. "Are you sure you saw it right? Because I can't picture the Highers being scared."

"Yes, she saw it right. And it's because you're different, Kayla." Dominic's fingers slip through the vent at the top of the locker. "It's because you're special. You're the one they feara"the one they want gone. The one that can change everything."

I pull a face at his rotted fingers. "The last time you saw me you said I was a Higher and then you threw me in with one to prove your point."

"I thought you were one then, but I realized later that you were something different."

"Is that when you decided to give up everyone's location?"

"I deeply regret what I did," he says mournfully. "I was in some trouble and I looked to the wrong solution to get me out. But I-I didn't know they'd infect and kill everyone."

"You say they infected first." I shift my weight to the side, remembering Gabrielle feeding off the vampire in the street. "But why infect them, just to kill them."

"Because they needed them that way first." Gagging noises escape through the vent. "Please let me out. I'm dying."

"Why do the Highers need them as vampires?" I press. "Because they enjoy torturing them? Or because they need to feed from them?"

Sylas gapes horrendously at me. "Feed off a vampire. Okay, now you've really lost it."

I tap his head. "Remember the street, Sylas. The Highers chased one down and drained its blood dry."

He struggles to grasp the concept. "Maybe it was for kicks and giggles. You know how the Higher's love torture."

I shake my head slowly. "No, there was hunger in Gabrielle's eyes that night. I saw it." I turn back to Dominic. "Is that what it was? Do they need to feed offa vampires?"

He doesn't answer and his fingers vanish through the vent.

"Dominic." I cautiously lean forward. "Are you okay?"

His fingers shoot upward, missing my nose by a sliver of s.p.a.ce. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that."

Sylas takes the knife from me. "That's it, I'm chopping off his fingers."

"No, please," Dominic begs, waggling his fingers. "I have answers. I can help you, but I need something in return."

"Let me guess," Sylas says in a mocking tone. "If we let you out, you'll tell us everything we want to know."

A pause. "Well, yes. That's exactly what I was going to say. How did you know?"

Sylas rolls his eyes. "And let me guess again. You promise not to hurt us if we do."

"I'm not a monster, Sylas," he says in a saddened tone. "I'm just hideous on the outside."

"Maybe if you told us what you are," I say. "Then we could come to some kind of agreement."

"I'm a half-breed," he breathes. "I'm an abomination."

"No, you're not," Sylas argues with a shake of his head. "I'm a half-breed and I'm not mutated like you."

"I'm not the same as you," Dominic says. "I'm half-human, half-vampire. You aren't."

"Yes, I am." Sylas runs his tongue along his sharp teeth.

"No, you're not," Dominic contends. "And if you let me out, I'll explain it to you."

"Nah," Sylas shrugs him off. "I'm not that eager to find out." He nods his head at the door. "Let's get of here. He's getting on my nerves." When I hesitate, he surges me with a warning look. "You want to stand around all day talking to someone who sounds pretty insane if you ask me? Or do you want to go find your tunnel and gla.s.s room?"

I blow out a breath, my bangs fluffing from my face, and turn for the door. "Yeah, let's go. This is useless."

"Tunnel?" Dominic breathes through the locker. "I know where these tunnels are."

Sylas rolls his eyes and ducks through the doorway. "This guy doesn't give up, does he?"

"I have a map," he screams pleadingly. "Please, don't leave me here. I can tell you how to get to Cell 7 and the tunnels."

"Cell 7," I mouth. "That's the place with the gla.s.s cages."

The lantern sways in Sylas' hand, making yellow light flicker eerily across his face and shadows dance along the walls. "How do you know about Cell 7?"

"I was one of the doctors there." The locker shakes violently. "I know everything that went on inside. I even know that's where the virus was created."

"Which one?" I say. "Because from what I've seen, there might be more than one."

"Let me out!" He shouts, slamming and rocking the locker. "Or no more answers."

Sylas starts down the hall, heading for the main room. "Then I guess it's no more answers."

I don't budge, crossing my arms and leaning against the doorway. I'm torn. I want to know what Dominic knows, yet I don't want to let him out.

"I have a map!" Dominic screams. "It will lead you right to the tunnel."

Sylas reverses down the hall. "Where's the map?"

"Not until you let me out." He pounds on the locker and the metal bulges out. "Then I'll give it to you."

"What's a map?" I ask Sylas.

He ignores me and storms in the room. "If I let you out, you better not try anything."

"What's a map?" I repeat, but he just hands me the lantern and knife.

"I won't," Dominic says innocently. "I promise."

Sylas reaches for the circular lock, but pauses and scoops up a long metal pipe. He checks that I still have the knife in my hand. "Be ready." He clicks the lock, holding the door shut with his foot. "And if you do try something, I'll snap your neck."

Sylas isn't lying, and I'm glad. Knowing I can't protect myself very well, it's comforting to know that he is capable of doing so. But I envy him.

Sylas jerks his foot from the locker and then backs up until he's towering in front of me. My heart beats madly as I watch the locker from over his shoulder. The door jiggles and then it swings open, hitting the concrete with a clank. A head peaks out and my gag reflexes threaten to take over.

There are patches of hair on his mutilated head. One of his eyes has been stabbed out and part of his face is covered in teeth marks. It only gets worse as he stands up. His neck is thrashed with claw marks and his arms and legs have been gnawed. In some spots there is no flesh, revealing his bones.

"Good G.o.d," Sylas whispers in revulsion. "It's like the red door all over again."

In the memories that took place behind the red door, I once witness a torn little boy eating his own arm. "Did you do that to yourself?" I ask Dominic.

He steps out of the locker and his skin oozes blood and pus. "I got hungry."

Suddenly, Sylas bashes him on the side of the head with a pipe. Dominic covers his head with his arms and lets out a growl, his one eye glowering.

"That was your warning to be on your best behavior." Sylas steps aside and gestures at the door. "Now lead the way to the map."

Dominic rubs his head and waddles between us. His feet leave a trail of green pus and blood as he leads us up the hall. Sylas holds the pipe and the lantern. I'm at the back with the knife. Dominic's unsettling because I can't read him. There's no indication of a lie, but no evidence of truth either. He is a mystery.

We reach the end of the hall and Dominic shakes his head vigorously. His tongue slithers out of his mouth as he speaks. "This way." His shoulders slouch over and he meanders into the silver-lined room. Then he shrinks back, shivering and shaking.

"I can't go in," he moans. "There's silver in the walls."

I take the lantern from Sylas. "Where's the map?" I ask Dominic.

"In the cabinet." He points his bony finger at a sc.r.a.ped cabinet in the back corner. "In the top drawer."

I tiptoe inside, the knife gripped tightly in my hand. The walls reflect luminously against the glow of the lantern. There's a chair smashed in the corner and a set of chains piled to the side. When I reach the cabinet, I position the lantern on the floor and try the top drawer."

"It's locked," I call out, giving the drawer a good hard tug.

"Break it open then," Sylas replies, annoyed with my incompetence.

Using the knife, I slip the blade in the crack. After a lot of grunting and sweating, the wood finally splits apart. The drawer shoots open and I shine the lantern inside. There are a stack of papers, penned with red ink. I pick one up and stare at the multi-colored lines, weaving a path across it.

I turn to Dominic and hold the lantern to the paper. "Is this a map?"

"Yes," he hisses and I don't like the zeal in his tone. "That's it. That's what you need."

I fold it up and start to shut the drawer, when a gla.s.s vial rolls forward, along with a few syringes. The vial is filled with black liquid; the medicine that will transform me into a Day Taker. I left my vial back at the Day Takers' hideout. I don't know why I do it. But the back of my mind convinces me to take it. I quickly stuff it in my back pocket, along with a syringe.

"Kayla, what are you doing in there?" Sylas hollers. "Hurry up."

"I'm coming," I shout and hustle to the door. I present Sylas with the map, but Dominic robs it from my hand.

"Watch it," Sylas warns, intimidating the pipe at him. "You're walking on thin ice here."

Dominic hastily unfolds the map with quivering fingers. "I'm sorry, I was just trying to show you where the tunnels are." He smoothes it out on the ground and points to a large brown spot near the border. "This is where we are right now." He slides his finger to the center. "And this is your entrance to the tunnels."

Sylas angles his head over the map and his expression falls. "Of course it is."

I lean over. "Where is it?"

Sylas studies the map, running his finger along a square of green. "It's in the center of the park."

I stare at the shapes and words that I don't understand. "In the park from my memory."

Sylas frowns. "Yep, that would be the one."

"What's so bad about it?" I ask. "You seem uneasy about going there."

He meets my eyes. "First off, I'm never uneasy. I'm just not particularly fond of this park. And second of alla" His eyes dart down the hall. "Where the h.e.l.l did Dominic go?" He jumps to his feet, his fangs already gliding out.

I fold up the map and stuff it in my pocket. "He's probably trying to bolt."

"He'll never make it up that pipea" He races up the hallway with the pipe gripped in his hands. The vial nearly burns in my pocket as I stay behind him.

When we barrel into the main entrance, I spotlight the lantern at the floor. "Look," I point at a route of blood and pus, "he's been through here."

Sylas holds up his finger, indicating me to stay put. He sidles toward the staircase, his footsteps light as air. He reaches the steps and peers up, his night vision skimming the upstairs. Then he climbs up to the top and slinks for the door.

I feel the breeze before the impact. But there's no time to react. I'm slammed to the floor. The weighty force knocks the wind out of me. I roll on my back, gasping as I peer up at Dominic.

"What are you doing?" I press his face back as his fangs nip at me. "Get the h.e.l.l off me." I force my knees between our bodies and launch him through the air.

He hits the wall loudly and his eyes roll in his head. I start for him, poising my knife for the kill. His bones begin to crack, his body shakes, and his mouth salivates. I think about running, but my feet won't budge.