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She was surrounded, but more importantly, she knew where to go. They all came from the same place.
There was a door in front of her.
“They won’t resist their urges for much longer,” he said, stepping closer. He was almost within arm’s reach, and his body tensed beneath the expensive black shirt he was wearing.
Now or never.
Cara threw out her arm, and he screamed as flames caught his clothes. She held her other hand high and ran through the gap as he thrashed. The others cried out in shock - they were new and inexperienced, and they didn’t know what a witch could do.
The next room was empty, but there was no obvious exit, so she ran for the closed door in front of her. Keeping the fire high to scare off the vampires, she tried the handle.
Locked. Of course.
It was metal, so she couldn’t force it without wasting the magic she had left. Wasn’t the other door wooden? She didn’t know what was happening, and she didn’t have time to figure it out.
Cara looked behind her, and the vampires were slowly following her inside. They were new, which made them more dangerous, but they were also young.
They didn’t know how low her strength was getting.
She needed time, and she needed both hands to deal with the locked door. She turned and spotted an upturned wooden coffee table among the discarded furniture. She could hear her father’s voice in her head, telling her to be careful with flames. He always told her never to start a fire she couldn’t control.
“Sorry, Dad,” she muttered, and she threw flames. The vampires scattered, but it wasn’t aimed at them, and the old wooden table caught fire. The flames grew unnaturally fast, spurred on by her magic, and the room was lit up by yellow and orange light.
The vampires hissed and scattered, pressing themselves against the walls and hiding in the darkest parts of the room. A few of them fled back into the first room, but she could still count six or seven of them watching her.
Cara turned and put both hands against the door. She didn’t have the strength to blast it with her power, so she spent a few seconds muttering a spell, and the lock turned.
She felt something behind her, and she shoved the door open and fell through. She turned and slammed it closed, but a pale hand grabbed it, and he was too strong for her.
Cara abandoned the door and walked backwards. She threw a desperate glance around the room, and she spotted the metal door across the room. A second metal door, just like the one she went through. It looked heavy, and it was covered in deep scratch marks.
It had to be the exit.
She moved backwards, crossing the messy floor as they followed her inside, lifting her hands in front of her. The door opened and a handful of them followed her in.
Five. Five were brave enough to follow her.
When she saw the look in their eyes, she realised it wasn’t courage. It was hunger.
They were slow, hesitant, and she almost tripped over a chair. She grabbed it, hauling it into the air, and flames poured through her hands as she threw it wildly. Magic lent strength to her desperate throw, and the chair shattered as it fell, scattering broken pieces of burning wood across the floor.
The vampires scattered, hissing and snarling. They were more animal than human, and the blinding flames reflected in their eyes. They were torn between fear and hunger, and she had to hope it was enough.
She pushed a hand against the metal door behind her. She knew it was locked, but she had to try. It didn’t open, and she pushed through the headache that was piercing her skull.
She muttered the spell, trying to split her focus between the vampires and the lock. The spell failed, and she tried again, but it wasn’t working.
Desperate anger and fear flooded her, and Cara growled as the vampires started to move around the burning chair. The pieces covered the centre of the room, but they were already starting to die, and the vampires were circling around it to get to her.
Cara let her fear fuel her magic, and she unleashed everything, throwing flames at everything she could see. Furniture caught on fire and the vampires stalled again. The flames were linked to her and they rose higher, fueled by fear and desperation, and the room filled with heat and smoke.
Too late, she knew it was a mistake. There were no windows. Smoke filled the room, and she felt sweat on her skin.
Fire spread and smoke filled the room, and through the hazy air, she saw light bouncing off the shiny, scratched surface of metal covering the ceiling. The walls were metal, too, and she realised she was in a huge metal box. Deep scratch marks covered everything. This was where they kept the new vampires before they learned restraint. Before they could control themselves.
And this was where she was going to die.
She pulled the front of her shirt over her nose and mouth and crouched down below the level of the smoke, but she was already coughing, and she channelled healing magic into her chest. It didn’t do much to help, and she tried not to panic.
