That's the complete opposite of the light council.
"Well, they can kiss my ass if they're worried about my honesty. I didn't come here to prove my innocence, and you can take me home right now if that's what this is about."
"This is a two-way meeting. I'm just asking you to show my people the same respect I've shown you."
"The same respect you've shown me?" I ask incredulously. "You've kidnapped me once already, and now I've been led here under false pretenses. What respect have you shown me?"
He looks at me, his eyes showing more seriousness. "More than one of your kind would have shown me."
This is so fucked up.
The way he talks, you'd think my kind was dark and his kind was light.
"Well, your kind has been trying to abolish mine for centuries. If it was up to you, we would-"
"Just drop it. It's obvious we'll have to agree to disagree, for you feel all dark users view things the same. It never occurred to you that some of our kind happen to respect all forms of life simply because you're a biased, spoiled brat with some naïve notion the world is only layered in black and white."
I rip free from his grip and glare at him, my eyes going crazy with their random shades.
"Whoa," he says while backing up. "What the hell is up with your eyes?"
"I'm pissed, that's what's up. You brought me here, and you've done nothing but bash the light, yet you feel as though I have no right to do the same to the dark. Your kind are vicious, unforgiving, and merciless monsters with a need for blood. You're no different from a night stalker, other than the fact you don't shed blood to survive!"
He sighs, exasperation oozing from his stance, and then he grips his head as his dark hair falls over his hand. Finally, he looks up while steepling his hands in front of his face.
"Let's just do this, and see if we can at least try to get along for five damn minutes. If they see us bickering like this, they'll never agree to uniting in an effort to track down our stalkers - the real threat out there."
"I never said I wanted to unite. In fact, I'm ready to go home. Screw this. I've got enough on my plate with my mom missing. I hope the gang of night stalkers find you and the rest of your kind and rips you all apart."
I turn to storm off, knowing I can't escape if he chooses to force me to stay. My whole body burns with fury, adrena
line, and fear. I don't know what the hell I was thinking when I agreed to go with him.
When I turn around, I expect to find him right on my heels, but he's gone. The hallway is empty, and a breeze stirs as a door to the outside blows open.
With a heavy breath, I turn toward it and rush outside before he has the chance to change his mind.
Great. Lost in the damn woods. Stupid, stupid, stupid girl. Why in the hell did you trust a dark user?
If I had never gone with him, I wouldn't have spent the last five hours wandering aimlessly in no man's land. I'm cold, hungry, and freaking the hell out every time the wind blows too loud.
Great, I'm Frankie.
I hear a crack, and my body whips around to look for where it came from. I sigh in relief as a fox scurries out of a burrow and hustles deep into the woods. When I turn back around, my breath leaves my throat as a strong hand clamps around it, stealing my ability to use my magic.
Night stalker. It's the same frigging one from Phoenix.
My mouth falls open as strained wheezes emerge from my throat, and the few breaths of air I struggle to get are painful. With what little mobility I have, I look around to see the other fanged, blue-eyed beauties ready to show me their monstrous side.
"Where the fuck is it, witch?!"
I shake my head - what little bit I can - to answer when the only sound to escape through my lips is a strained squeak.
Slivers of night's black drapes are disrupted by the random streaks of moonlight, the glowing beauty only fueling these deadly assholes' strength.
"Tell me where it fucking is!" he blares, his spit finding my face and giving me the urge to gag when I can't wipe it away.
"Pl..eeaas..ee," I gurgle out, mindlessly begging for my life with that one word.