broken (k.p.)

Taken

"Jackson?" I ask in disbelief.

I must be fucking dreaming because last time I checked, Jackson was dead.

"Bingo." He whispers.

"How are you-" I begin to ask, but he cuts me off.

"It doesn't matter. I mean I can give you the details of how your vampire brothers tried killing me but failed. They're weak. So are you." He replies with a smile lingering on his face. I take a step closer to him.

"Things have changed, Jackson. It's been a while since you hurt me. It's my turn," I whisper out. "Minuo."

He falls to his knees, groaning in pain. And then he starts laughing. He looks up at me before standing up on his feet.

"Did you really think you did something, Elle? You're the same useless piece of shit I left years ago. And do you really think I don't have a plan? You can't be that stupid." He taunts, stepping close enough for me to feel his breath on my face.

He suddenly grabs my arm. I look down, letting out a small gasp in pain as he squeezes my arm.

"Let go." I whisper. His other hand brushes against my lower back, pulling me close against him.

"Let go!" I yell.

His hand lowers to my ass, and he leans his face down towards mine.

"You know you miss me." He whispers, his lips brushing against my ear.

"No, I fucking don't." I whisper before bringing my knee up to hit him right in his crotch.

He lets out a groan in pain and loosens his grip on me. I grab his shoulders and hit my head against his, and he lowers a bit. As I keep my hands on his shoulders, I feel something. I look to where my hands are, and there's a light glow.

I'm siphoning him?

It distracts me for one second, and I let go, backing away.

"What the hell-" I wonder out loud, clearly confused. Jackson starts chuckling.

"What are you?" I ask. He stays on his knees on the ground, continuing to chuckle.

"It's a secret." He whispers before I feel something hit my head from behind me, making everything go black.

KAI'S POV

"Shit." I whisper as I sit up, holding my neck.

The front door is open.

Fuck.

I remember seeing someone, but all they did was smile before apparently breaking my neck. I stand up slowly, trying to take in everything.

It's silent.

Elle.

I shut the front door, locking it, before I check every single room in our apartment.

No.

"Elle!" I call out.

No answer.

She's not here.

I feel my back hit the wall as I slide back down to the floor. This is all my fault. I should've slammed the door. I don't even know who the guy is, or what he wants with Elle.

I need to call somebody.

I stand back up and grab my phone off of the kitchen counter, unlocking it and dialing Bonnie. It rings once before she answers.