The Vampires That Lurk

Chapter 17

I continued to struggle, pleading for him to get off of me but he just chuckled.

My arm was throbbing in pain, causing me to wince and whimper.

"I'll take back what's mine now." Lucas' voice suddenly said.

"You owe me for catching her for you." The neighbor said, placing his cold hand on the back my neck, earning a small whine from me.

"I don't owe you shit, Jacan. I was going to catch her regardless. But I'll let you have your way with her later on." Lucas said.

My stomach churned at his words.

Have his way?

"Alright." Jacan said, getting off me.

I slowly flipped over onto my back. I could still feel a sharp burning sensation throughout my arm.

Jacan stares at me, his eyes full of an unreadable expression. My eyebrows furrowed slightly, my eyes looking over at Lucas.

"So let's start with the punishment, yes?" Lucas says, smiling sadistically.

"No- Lucas, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to tell h-"

"Don't fucking lie to me," Lucas said, grabbing me by my arm and pulling me up, "If you didn't mean to tell Zayvion, you wouldn't be in this fucking situation." He spat.

His words rang in my head.

I knew I shouldn't have told Zayvion. Or if I would've stayed in the room, I wouldn't be here.

Lucas dragged me back into the house and led me into the room he was originally in.

Almost every wall was covered in mirrored glass from top to bottom.

Lucas roughly slammed me against one of the mirrored walls, his body close to mine. I gasp in pain, a jagged piece of glass now embedded near the back of my thigh. I whimpered, pulling the shard from my leg and throwing it to the ground.

Crimson red covered my fingers and hand.

Lucas groaned, his grip tight as he pulled my blood-coated hand towards his lips. His eyes glinted dark, and predatory, "You thought running to him would save you?" His voice was a low snarl, his gaze flashing dark with fury. "Now look at you."

Dread quickly clouded over me, his touch was cold and unforgiving. I could do nothing but tremble, the gravity of my situation sinking in. "But it's alright," He continued, his voice dripping with malice. "I'll teach you what happens when you snitch."

I tried tugging my hand away, but his strength easily overpowered mine. His lips curled into a cruel smirk as his tongue darted out, tasting my bloodied hand. I cringe, still trying to wrench my hand free, but it was no use. He licked and sucked my fingers clean, his strokes slow and deliberate. My head turned slightly in disgust but I had no choice but to watch him.

Lucas finally let go of my hand, "Do you know why this room is covered in mirrors?"

I shook my head, continuing to avoid his gaze.

He roughly grabbed my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes, "It's so you can watch all the things I'll do to you."

My lip trembled at his words. My head ached, my legs felt like giving out, and I felt a wave of nausea hit me.

Lucas' stare was haunting, laced with anger and something darker.

He's going to murder me.

"I'm going to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours. That way, you'll forever regret opening it." His finger tracing over my lips.