𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌
❝like a moth to a flame, she always returns to me❞
Dakota Elkins is no stranger to the supernatural with her being a telepath and vampires out of the coffin, but when one winds his way into her cousins...
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warnings: sexual assault and mentions of rape
TWENTY-FIVE HOURS IN THE BASEMENT WAS ENOUGH TO MAKE ANYONE INSANE LET ALONE WITHOUT A GOOD MEAL AND BARELY ANYTHING TO DRINK. Dakota's stomach was in pain, she had barely slept on the uncomfortable makeshift chair and as night approached she was ready to strangle someone.
Dakota refused to die in the musty cage, trying to form a plan within her mind but Hugo's constant panicking distracted her.
"Hey!" he called, pulling on the bars with all his might. "Hey! I need to use the bathroom. Hey! Come on, let me out of here!"
"Here," Dakota threw an empty water bottle his way. "I'll turn my back."
"I don't need that!" he snapped, breathing heavily. If Dakota had been standing beside him he would have smacked the bottle from her hand as she reached for him, instead she was leaning against the bars a few feet away from him. "I need to get the hell out of here."
"Hugo, this is not helping." she urged, stalking his way and grabbing a hold of his wrist. "Just sit down."
Dakota was dehydrated and tired, which is why her walls had completely crumbled to nothing and images of his memories flooded into her own. Hugo sat in the church on his knees beside Sarah Newlin, Steve before them as they prayed together. Another image revealed itself and her eyes widened. It was Hugo, eavesdropping on her and Eric's visit with Isabel and Stan, revealing the blonde's plan to infiltrate the church. Hugo was on the phone, telling someone about the plan and her being a spy.
Dakota let out a breath, taking a step back as she looked at the man in disbelief. "You? You're the traitor?"
Hugo watched her, unreadable expression on his face as he let out a long sigh, rubbing his hands over his face. He sat down on the floor, leaning against the bars of the cell. Dakota felt stupid for not having figured it out sooner, if only she had just listened for a moment she would have known.
"I used to be just like you." he began, peering up at her. "Thought I was a real emancipated thinker, especially when Isabel took me to bed and the sex was amazing ... you wouldn't know. It's addicted to be desired by something that powerful. Your life changes to suit them. You start missing work more, can't get up in the morning, can't stand to leave them after dark. Before you know it you're somebody you don't even recognise."
"So you want to the Fellowship because you can't control yourself?" Dakota accused, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I begged her to turn me." Hugo confessed. "It was the only way we could be together as equals. But see, they don't want us to be equals. No, she's just been using me. Same way Eric's been using you. Getting you to do his dirty work."
