Chapter 3- City of Daddy Issues

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WARNINGS: Supernatural Violence; Blood Consumption

Lake watched the Mystic Falls sign come into view.


"Welcome to Mystic Falls. The city of daddy issues," Dominic teased.


Lake huffed out a laugh. He wasn't wrong about that. Damn near everyone in this town had daddy issues.


She watched the town go by as they drove to her mother's house. Once they were parked, Lake and Dominic got out together.


They walked up the steps and to the door. Lake hesitated to knock.


"Are you okay," Dominic asked, noticing her hesitation.


"I'm fine," Lake said, knocking on the door.


There was no response. Lake knocked again, louder this time. Still no response.


"Maybe she's not home," Lake suggested.


"No. There's someone in there," Dominic whispered, hearing a heartbeat inside the house, "Hello! Ms. Bennett! It's Dominic and Lake."


Footsteps drew closer to them. Dominic bared his fangs at the door, his eyes glowing blue.


"Go back to the car," Dominic commanded, bracing himself to hold off the intruder.


Lake turned to run back with him, not thinking twice to ask. As soon as she turned, she was hit in the skull with a bat.


A ringing sound echoed through her head. She could hear Dominic fighting whoever the intruder was.


Eventually, a thud sounded next to her. Her head swam violently as they were taken from the house and transported into a van.


She passed out from the pain soon after. When Lake finally opened her eyes, she realized she was tied to a chair.


Her head was warm with blood. Definitely her own. Her eyes searched around the fancy room for her friend.


"Dominic," Lake whispered, finding him on the ground, unconscious.


"Your friend will be fine."


Lake turned her head, making herself dizzy from the sudden movement. Possible concussion? She made eye contact with her captor.


"Do I know you," Lake asked.


"No. But you will."


"What the hell is that supposed to mean," Lake asked.


"How do you know Bonnie Bennett," the man asked.


"We're work friends," Lake lied, "Why? How do you know her? What the hell is this?"

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