Captive

Let me borrow her

Someone shaking me causes me to sit up with a start. My eyes adjust to a dim light room. Red. Memories flood back into me making my heart race. I look around to see the two vampires standing over me. Kayn's face a mix of disgust and smugness, Sabastians face showed pure enjoyment.
"Go clean yourself ." He pulls my collar beckoning me to stand which I reluctantly do. "Stelliana.... Oh wait, that's not right." He smirks at Sabastian whose face has fallen into anger. "Stella." He yells for the mutt staring at his elder brother.
After a bit the door opens and Stella appears, her head bowed to avoid the scene displayed throughout the room.
"Help her to the bathroom, she needs to clean up and eat. Make sure she does both."
Smaller hands wrap around my arms pulling me gently from the room. My feet drag as we go up the stairs and to the bathroom. Shock. I think I'm in shock. Everything feels numb and murky, like I'm not in my own body. Just a specter floating along the waves of the universe, left to exist while everything deteriorates around me. When will I be allowed to move on from this hell? I just want to go home, to my quiet room and my exercise equipment. The hallways of the school that smelled of papers and exquisite perfume from the finest and most expensive stores. The scent of lavender with notes of grapefruit and lemon, the scent I would never smell again. Would she look at me differently? Of course she would, you killed someone. How would anyone see you in a good light when you killed an innocent man. I had no choice. There is always a choice. Death and pain was the choice over plunging that knife in his chest.
"You are not to blame, Rose. You had no choice in the matter. He would have died either way and that knife was a mercy to what those two would have kept doing to him." Stella's voice swirls in my mind, coaxing me to the surface of the ocean I'm drowning in.
Warmth spreads over me, water cascading down my body. Stella wraps her arms around me and lets me weep in her arms. The water washes the tears away, washes the surface of the blood that will forever stain me.

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Two weeks of nightmares pursued me after what had happened in the basement. Stella has been more than patient with me with all of my breakdowns and dissociations. Kayn on the other hand has been more than happy to try to beat the trauma from me. He taunts me for my weaknesses, rubbing salt in the wound when it comes to Kyle. The man that haunts my every nightmare, his bloodied body following me and I can never escape it. Watching as my hands thrust the knife into his chest over and over again. Having his heart shoved into my mouth again and again. Kayn and Sabastians laughter chasing me through the hallways calling me to kill another one of their victims. My sleep has been meager to say the least so I focus all my energy on practicing my magic. It comes to me easier than before and I have been able to perform some of the harder spells that reside within the spell book. I've broken the mirror in my room and I was able to repair it seamlessly. I had tried the spell a bit after getting the spell book and had failed to repair the mirror. Kayn had taken a shard of the glass and drew it across my stomach, branding me with a large k above my left hip.
I look at the jagged scar before looking back at the mirror. Lifting my hand in front of me I flick my fingers up sending a wave of power towards the mirror. It splinters, pieces falling onto the carpet with soft thuds. I lift both of my hands summoning the fallen pieces back to their rightful places and circling my fingers in a counterclockwise motion. The glass melds back together bringing my figure into perfect focus. Dark bags have formed under my eyes bringing out the blue of my eyes. My body has thinned a lot since being here, my ribs and hips poke out more dramatically than before, my stomach sunken in. I flick my hand at the mirror again, lips pulled back in disgust. The mirror shatters, my body reflecting in each piece. Red catches my eyes drawing them down to my hands in the mirror. Blood drips from them onto the carpet. I gasp looking down at my pale hands, not a drop of blood to be seen. I look back to the mirror and behind me is the hanging body of Kyle. My body spins stumbling back from the wall. Nothing. Tears pool at my eyes and I force a deep breath into my lungs, rubbing my face. *Crunch* I spin around letting out a scream as I see Kayn observing the broken glass of the mirror. He turns to me tilting his head.
"I thought you had learned your lesson the last time you broke one of my mirrors."
I look to the window, the curtain parted enough for the waning sunlight to hit the pillow on my bed. Maybe-
"You would not make it." He deadpans.
My eyes flit back to him, a bored look crosses his face before looking at the glass beneath his feet.
"One of your tantrums?"
"I-I saw him in the mirror." I mumble out, not an entire lie.
He is in front of me in a blink of an eye grabbing my jaw with a rough grip, my eyes meet his as he scowls down at me. The cuts on my face twinge with pain as he sends Blaze burning through me. I scream out, bringing my hands up to his arm and digging my fingernails into him. A sneer pulls at his lips as he tightens his grip.
"I am your master, do not forget it."
"I'm s-sorry master, please!" I plead, shoving at his forearm.
"Better. Now beg me not to brand another letter on your stomach." He releases me and I drop to my knees.
"Please master, don't cut me again please. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you, please don't punish me." My forehead presses into the carpet, tears dripping onto the fibers of the carpet.
"Pick up the glass."
I lift my head and start to crawl to the broken mirror. He hands me a trash can. Piece by piece I pick up the glass fragments, careful not to cut my fingers. With each shard I pick up it clatters in the trash, some breaking apart from the fall. Silence envelops the room, broken only by the glass hitting glass and my soft inhales of breath. The last fragment cuts my finger. The hiss of pain sounds through the room, seemingly the loudest noise to be had. I throw it in the trash and look at the blood that gathers in the small cut before descending my slender finger. Kayn moves to me and before he has the chance I pop the digit in my mouth. The taste permeates over my taste buds making me want to spit, but I hold it back.
"Brother." My body stiffens at the sound of his voice. The door opens and a set of black leather boots enter the room. "Ah, here you are. You are up early, I heard some conversation and thought I would come and see who is up at this early hour."
"It has been two weeks, why are you still here?" Kayn walks past me, opening the closet and grabbing my maids uniform. He motions me to come, I stand and walk over to him.
"Father has not sent for me for a new bounty so I am here, enjoying the company of my little brother. Is that so hard to understand?"
"You have been a burden." Kayns starts to dress me in the many layers of fabric.
"I could become the torturer again if you would like." His playful demeanor turns to a cold edge, the hairs on my neck prick up.
"I am not a child anymore, Sabastian. Take your threats and leave, you do not scare me."
"Hmm, maybe not. Let me borrow your pet." Kayns head snaps up to his brother.
"No." he says through gritted teeth.
"It is funny you think I was asking."
My eyes widen and I look up to Kayn who looks at his brother with an icy glare. I can't breathe. My body starts to shake and my heart races. Gloved hands wrap around my waist pulling me against Sabastians solid body. I reach out for Kayn, grabbing onto the fabric of his vest. He bares his fangs at his brother demanding him to let me go, in return Sabastian laughs daring him to stop him. He lifts me up, throwing me over his shoulder and walks from the room. I see Kayns seething face, eyes blazing red. His fists clenched at his sides and blood dripping from his knuckles.