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❛❛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀᴡ ᴍᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ,
ᴀɴᴅ ɪ sᴍɪʟᴇᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ❜❜

























THE GIRL AWOKE with a groan, and sat up groggily, opening her hazel eyes.

She felt the hard wooden floor beneath her and shivered as it's coldness pressed against her hot skin.

Her entire body ached.

Her hand flew to her nose as she felt a sticky substance on her upper lip.
The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth and she remembered her bastard of a kidnapper practically stuffed her mouth and nose with wolfsbane.

She looked around in a haze, disoriented.
Elena watched her sister, resisting the urge to help her off of the dirty floor and onto the couch

Blake's throat stung and her limbs ached, the aftereffects of wolfsbane.

Stupid Wolfsbane

She attempted to clear her throat and adjusted her eyes to the semi-dark room.
White Sheets covered every surface of furniture and a thick layer of dust and grime Stuck to the walls.
The owner of the house was undoubtedly long gone.
The windows were boarded up with planks of oak wood and voices from above fluttered into the room.

Her sister was sat on a couch nearby, biting her nails.
Elena wasn't exactly sure how she and her sister had gotten into this situation. One minute they were close to getting along and then the next they were in the back of a pickup truck, unconscious.

flecks of paint sprayed down on the twins, whoever had kidnapped the two teenagers was stomping around upstairs.

Blake tucked her hair behind her ears, choosing to stay silent. She didn't trust herself to speak, Besides if she said anything it would only alert the presumed vampires upstairs of her sudden consciousness

Instead of asking questions she prompted to stand up and take action. 

She brushed the chips of dried paint off of her maroon dress and, despite her body screaming no, she dragged herself over to the least-dirtiest window and peered through the cracks of the wood that covered it.
All she could see was bright blue sky and miles and miles of grass and fields.
They were in the middle of nowhere.

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