Secret Bloodline

Collected

Robert Downey Jr's. desert compound...

Camila sits on the floor of a slick glass cell in Robert Downey Jr's. gallery of paranormal creatures locked away behind layers of bulletproof glass.

"Damn it!" Camila seethes to herself.

Her friends all sit in their cells around her just as imprisoned while Robert and his bodyguard gloat from the outside.

"My, my, my! Now that's a collection. Five vampires in pristine condition. Tell me, have you ever seen anything so beautiful, Mr. Evans?" Robert questions.

"No, sir. I have not," Mr. Evans smiles.

Zayn slams a fist against the glass, causing it to shake, as his eyes darken.

"Downey, you sick bastard! Let us out!" Zayn growls.

"Oh, I love that! The red sclera, the dark eyes, the veins on the circle, the fangs, the passion. Magnificent! Keep that up when I bring my friends later, would you?" Robert smiles. He turns to Mr. Evans. "Now then, Mr. Evans. I'm just craving a celebratory drink. Care to join me?" Robert says.

"My pleasure, sir," Mr. Evans nods.

As the two turn to leave, Camila leans forward against the glass.

"Robert, your so fucking dead!" The brunette shouts.

"Oh, I'm shaking. Big words from a little miss trapped in a cell," Robert laughs.

"I'll get out, I promise you. And when I do you're gonna beg for my mercy. You're gonna-"

But before she can finish, Evans presses a button on his watch, and Camila collapses, screaming, as electricity surges through her.

"The only doing any begging will be you, miss, if you don't shut that trap of yours. Now come on, Evans. She needs a little time to cool down," Robert scowls.

Robert and Evans walk out of the secret gallery, the metallic doors sliding coolly shut behind them.

Camila lies on the floor, panting, gasping, sweat dripping down her forehead as the pain recedes.

"Camila, are you okay?" Shawn asks worriedly from his cell.

"Y... Yeah. I'm okay. As okay as I can be," Camila nods slowly. She looks at all of her friends with worry. "What about the rest of you?" Camila asks.

The brunette turns to Zayn to see him sitting against the back wall of his cell, glaring at nothing.

"Are you okay, Zayn?" Camila frowns.

"Just thinking of how to get us out of here," Zayn's face hardens.

"Why... Did you want me to pretend I'm a vampire too?" Camila asks.

"I don't know what he might do if he knows you're human. But there's a good chance he'll just have you killed as a liability," Zayn answers.

"Oh... I guess that makes sense," Camila nods slowly.

In the cell next to Zayn's, Lauren furiously punches at the glass paneling.

"Come on, come on..." She seethes.

Lauren hits the glass again and again, but the paneling doesn't even crack.

Her knuckles split and bleed, healing almost instantly, yet she keeps punching.

"Lauren..." Camila calls for her attention.

"Everything has a breaking point, Camila. Everything," Lauren speaks angrily.