It is dark. So dark.
Isabella tried to move and she couldn't. Panic overtook her like nothing she had ever felt. She could barely move and her whole body burned as if she had been thrown into the sun.
Where am I?
The need to move overtook her as she struggled to move. Her hands began to fill with dirt as did her mouth and nose.
I am dead! How can I be dead?
With power she didn't know that she possessed, Isabella dug at the dirt until she could move more freely, clawing upward, she hoped and wiggling through the suddenly loosened dirt until she breeched the earth and felt air above her. As soon as the dirt left her hand she felt another hand grab her and painfully yank her to the surface. She landed on her hands and knees, coughing and snorting the dirt out of her mouth and nose.
What's happening to me?
The girl looked up into the eyes of a large man in a black robe. All she could see from the shadows around his face were his cold brown eyes. She flinched back from him, crawling backwards until she backed into a tree.
Where am I?
"Come, little one, you are expected," the man had a strange accent she could not quite place. He held out his hand to her, but she only stayed where she was.
"Take her," he ordered the others around him. As they approached her she heard a low animalistic his from somewhere near her. In shock she realized that it was she that made the noise. Isabella's throat was on fire and she was hungrier than she had ever been in her life.