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eyes. His bald head and
extra white teeth made him the most gorgeous and most dangerous
looking man I had ever seen in my entire life. It was as if I was
looking at an African god and yet I wasn’t the slightest bit
afraid of or attracted to him. Strange.
    “ So,”
he began, “as you all know we are here for an untimely
extraction. The subject, Cheyenne, has been successfully extracted
from the pawn of the Oleander hive and will be transported to home
base. Any questions?”
    No one moved. No one
had any questions about what he had just said. Everyone at the table,
including Tabitha, just sat there and took what was said as if it was
the most natural thing he could say. I was not a subject to be
extracted and transported. I had questions!
    “ Yes,
there’s a question!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
    I stood up and slammed
my hands on the table, thinking only too late that it would hurt like
heck. To my surprise, the table gave slightly and I removed my hands
to discover that I had left hand prints in the wood. I looked down at
my hands, sure that I would see cuts and lacerations, only to find
them as smooth as ever. What is the world was going on?
    I sat back down on the
chair so hard that my teeth chattered and I began to shake. Someone
from the other side of the table was saying something about shock and
the need to lay me down. Another person said that they may need to
call Efia, Tabitha's adoptive mother, and postpone transport. All I
could concentrate on, however, were the two hand prints in the table.
    A noise in the distance
grew insistent until I turned and found that it was Tabitha saying
something over and over again. Slowly, I began to recognize that she
was saying my name and trying to get me to drink some tea that was
placed in front of me.
    “ Tab,
what’s going on?” My voice sounded shaken and wounded. I
had no idea who to turn to and who to trust, but I was praying that I
had ended up on the right side of this nightmare.
    “ Just
drink the tea. We will talk in the morning.”
    The tea smelled like
lemons, tasted like honey and was soothing to my throat. After a few
sips I was able to be walked to Tabitha’s room where I promptly
fell onto the bed and went to sleep.

Chapter 2

    As soon as my eyes
closed I was in the bowls of a ship. There was loud moaning and
screaming coming from my fellow passengers and I tried to stop the
bile rising from my stomach. The smell of disease and feces mixed
with urine and blood assaulted my nostrils as I climbed down from a
bed of straw with a mind to investigate. I could only move if I
stayed in a crouched position and I had to maneuver heavy chains on
my ankles. I stopped and stared down at the chains and wondered how I
had gotten to this place. I could see movement from the far corner of
the ship and began to make my way toward it. Stepping over discarded
bedding and waste as I went, I made it to the corner in time to see a
man with long black hair biting the neck of another.
    My scream was lost in
the screams of the man being bitten. I tried to turn and run but
there was no room for me to stand up and the chains were slowing me
down. I finally reached the ladder that would lead me to the deck of
the ship and the help I knew was there when a hand grabbed my leg and
pulled me back down.
    I woke up gasping for
air and kicking my foot wildly. I was wrapped in the soft sheets and
plush comforter of Tabitha’s huge bed. I had had dreams like
this before. I was always the same girl encountering the same
monstrous man. Each scenario was more vivid than the last and it
always took me several minutes to recover. This dream was no
different. I still felt his cold hard hand on my ankle; right above
where I had been shackled.
    It was time for me to
get some answers so I swung my legs out of bed, only then noticing
that I was in a long black nightgown. I didn’t remember
changing but I was sure that Tabitha had helped. I looked around for
my clothes, but only found a