In which a dangerously impulsive Wren Parker falls for the devil in disguise.
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The heartless Immortal Hybrid finds himself in a new predicament unlike any he's encountered before.
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"Help me," she managed in a hushed whisper, the only sound her throat could muster after her desperate screams. she began to crawl forward stopping dead in her movements like a fly trapped in a spider's web. fear rushed through her veins pumping rhythmically in her ears as she only heard his voice.
"You thought you could escape the mess you put yourself in did you?" He questioned her, the sound of his voice causing her to freeze. "You insolent, pathetic thing." He spat not even waiting for a response from the poor girl before he took his belt off and proceeded to lash her with it ruthlessly.
With each lash, Wren cried out in agony, feeling herself gradually drift from reality. The pain enveloped her, like a second skin woven with thorns, each one piercing deeper and deeper until she felt she might succumb.
Overwhelmed by a surge of emotion, all she could perceive was a red haze as she found herself desperate to retaliate. But in her weakened state she felt powerless against her father's wrath. Wren nearly succeeded in seizing the belt, if not for the heavy, irritating manacles fastened around her wrists. This action only added to her father's immense anger towards her very existence. The lashes became more deliberate, more forceful, and more violent.
Overwhelmed by distress, she curled into a ball, her knees drawn tightly to her chest. As she screamed, tears streamed down from the corners of her eyes. Her screams got louder as she felt her stomach knot itself over; something unfamiliar but alluring coursed through her veins as she looked up at her father.
Wren's gaze ignited with an intensity that could only be characterized as raw power laced with fury. With a final, agonizing cry, a shockwave erupted, blasting through the room her manacles were flung off her wrists. With a flick of her wrist, she sent her father flying back smashing him against the wall violently.
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The vampires' ears were overwhelmed with sound, sending them reeling back against the car. They observed the forest trees swaying violently as if thrashed by a powerful wind. Screams erupted from within the heart of the woods they were only on the edge of, as the brothers exchanged a worried look.
"At least it doesn't sound like Elena?" the raven-haired male said to his blonde companion phrasing it almost as a question. the blonde gave him a look
"Damon, just because it isn't Elena doesn't mean we don't have to help," he remarked looking at his older brother.
"Yes I know Stefan, but just because you want to be Mr goody with your hero hair, does not mean you need to go around and save everyone," Damon responded, his brother pretended to look offended about the comments on his hair. "We have a plan, that plan is to rescue Elena from whatever psychopaths have her now and go back home." Damon looked puzzled for a second before he spoke again "But before all of that we need to fix the car."
