Fallen Into Hell: Fallen: Book 2, Layna Snow [the mitten read aloud .TXT] 📗

It was awesome of him, but she was all good. She’d regenerate. It was the Human she was worried about. His poor hot chest was ripped open like a piñata. “I’m good. Do something to help him!” she demanded, gesturing weakly to her side.

“You mean..?” the Vampire asked, his figure blurry for some reason.

“Yeah. Turn him.” She demanded, but her words were slurred, her body heavy. Fuck, was she even talking?

The last thing she heard was his sigh and quiet, “alright, hopefully he won’t hate me tomorrow.”

As long as Connor was alive tomorrow, she didn’t care if he hated them or not.

16

Sophie woke with a gasp.

She didn’t even know what was real anymore.

She couldn’t really tell if she was breathing, if she was thinking, if she was seeing. It was like the last few hours of her life was some horrible movie playing in her mind, and she had no clue if it was real, or a dream, or something else.

Were those tears streaking along her face? Was that feeling in her throat an ache from screaming, or from swallowing fire? She didn’t even know if she was still alive!

She remembered standing behind Thane, as the world around her erupted into chaos. She could hear Sin’s taunts, his blades and his step-falls. And creatures screaming, things dropping. The whole time Thane stood in front of her, shielding her from the fighting.

But it wasn’t enough. Because someone came at them, or so she assumed, and then Thane stepped forward. And then hands came from behind her, greenish long fingers curled around her arm, touching her, and filling her with….. something!

It felt like panic, dread, and then things changed.

A light came down, lifting her. And she was floating weightless. It was a weird concept, and she would have enjoyed it any other time, but she knew that she should be scared. She knew she should focus on something else.

But that something else was gone, and these large flat-faced creatures were in the way, greyish with big black eyes. They looked like… And then it hit her. Aliens!

She was being taken by aliens! And she tried to fight, but couldn’t. Her limbs were heavy even though her body was weightless.

And her skin felt like thousands of tiny ants crawled under it.

Her body started moving, not up, but sideways! Were they on a spaceship? She didn’t know! She couldn’t look around.

All Sophie could do was scream out soundlessly as they took her through a hall made of metal. It was cold, and endless.

They took turns carrying her, and her skin started to burn, her body held immobile while she suffered.

The walls turned to jelly, orange and wavy as they passed through them. They?

Yes, the aliens were still there, clicking at her, at the walls!

Were they pulling them in farther?

But she couldn’t ask, couldn’t run. All she could do was cry, her sobs just gasping air.

And then, after an eternity, she was placed on a hard, cold, metal table. The light above her was blinding as a giant squid appeared. It clicked to the aliens, and then to her.

For a moment she thought it was going to kill her… or do something worse. She had heard the tales of weird adult movie fetishes, and she worried that it might become her reality. But instead it picked up a bible from somewhere and held it before her.

Did it want her to pray? Oh, it didn’t matter what it wanted!

She was going to do it! She hadn’t believed much in God over the years but she would put her faith in Him now!

Please, Father… She started, before hearing a snicker.

“He can’t hear you down here, love.” A smooth, young British voice sounded… from the squid. And then the book came down, and everything went black.

Just for a moment. Her vision dimmed until she couldn’t see anything.

However, she wasn’t out now.

And traces of light came back.

Then more.

Sophie looked up, assessing her surroundings. She feared that she’d still be in the spaceship. But as she stared up, she knew things were different.

The walls were made of smooth stone, not metal. The light above her was still there, but instead of a medical type light, it was a clear-ish luminescent crystal.

She wasn’t on a table, she figured out as she turned her head to the side. It was a floor, a hard, smooth surface, sort of like granite. However, even as she took in that information, she regretted the movement instantly.

The pain in her head was instant and pounding.

Great! The alien put metal shoed tap dancers in my head. Just what I always wanted!

She just closed her eyes and stayed as still as possible.

The laugh that echoed through the large room was slightly high, childish, and full of joy.

“You might as well open your eyes, things aren’t going to get better just because you ignore it.”

That voice, with its adorable accent reminded her of something, something dark and terrifying.

The sudden panic made her jump. The… squid was still there?

Even as she thought that, rationality tried to weasel its way into her head. What were the chances of there being a giant squid?

Soph turned her head carefully, aware that her brain felt like blended soup.

What she saw shocked her. There was no sea-life! Instead she saw a long rustic table filled with food, or so she assumed from what she could see from her position on the ground.

And sitting at the table, was a young man. He looked at her with soft blue eyes. His face still pudgy from youth, and his head covered with an unruly mop of light reddish brown hair. She could see a few freckles on his button nose.

He was probably around 14, and he was really adorable.

“Are