Meena sighed, again. She had been sighing every five minutes without fail for the past hour. She had been singing songs inside her head to stop herself thinking about the disastrous Eternal meeting, because every time she did, she started to seethe in anger.
She hated this little cell she was in. She had already examined every square inch of its walls and door within ten minutes. Oh, and the floor. It was little bigger than a toilet cubicle, except this one had a floor-to-ceiling door, three rock-solid walls and the bolt was on the other side. Well, there was nothing as simple and mundane as a bolt. They could, after all, be easily undone or broken through. Meena had never had a reason to come down to the cells in the Citadel before, so she couldn‘t know how they were sealed. She just knew it would be hopeless and pointless to even try to break out. There were only around fifty, for holding any miscreants within the Citadel or any rogues breaking Eternal Law from the outside while they awaited trial. Trials were relatively quick here. You only had to wait for at the most a week before you were brought before them and judged for your actions. Luckily, Meena wasn’t on trial. She was being held for trying to protect a friend. They hadn’t even had the decency to put Willow in the cell beside her. They had been dragged off in different directions by vampire guards, covering their eyes so they wouldn’t be able to memorise the route. Nobody had ever actually seen the whole compound apart from the workers and the guards. All you ever saw was the inside of your cell.
Meena sighed, again, and stood up to stretch her legs. The ceiling was about a metre overhead with a bare solitary light bulb on a thick wire. He bright artificial light made her skin look sickly. She couldn’t wait to be out in the open again. These cells were too claustrophobic. It gave the feeling of being trapped inside an opaque cuboid prism.
The floor was smooth unbroken grey stone, no cracks that could give you the hope of breaking through and perhaps tunnelling out. It was the advantage of the Eternals that even if that was the case, the holding period before trial was so short there was not enough time to get out that way. Even if you had the strength of a newborn vampire and could claw through the rock. The walls were the same, foot-thick concrete. She couldn’t say anything about the non-existent décor. There was no window. Of course not. A barred window like the human prisons had would be too easy to escape from for an Immortal. No doubt these walls had some kind of magical seal on them anyway.
She knocked on the wall to her right. She didn’t even have to stretch her arm out. The cubicle was only about one metre by two, with a narrow wooden bench against the back wall and that was it for furniture. She rapped twice with her knuckles and called, “Hello?” at the same time. The sound echoed back to her, bouncing off the walls repeatedly until it grew fainter, to a whisper, then faded out. Even if there was a prisoner in the neighbouring cell, they wouldn’t have been able to hear me. There was a charm on the cell to reflect any sound, effectively strangling communication between prisoners. The Eternals wanted the downlifes of the Immortal world to feel completely isolated. No doubt if they were extremely depressed they put up less of a fight to the guards and in trial.
Meena didn’t like the feeling of being helplessly imprisoned. She wanted to know what was going on out there. One of her friends was in the same situation as she was and the other was out there dying, and the Eternals - who enforced justice - were just going to let her. They didn’t even have a reason for throwing her down here! Or Willow, for that matter. Yeah, so she had punched one of the assistants in the face when he grabbed her arm to stop her leaving. And yeah, Willow might have knocked out another for the same reason via a well-placed blow from her forearm to his sternum. But really.