ℍ𝔸𝕌ℕ𝕋𝔼𝔻 - ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴋᴀᴇʟꜱᴏɴꜱ

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓

❧ rose and trevor ❧

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The SUV rumbled softly as it pulled into the shadowed carport of a remote, decrepit house, the vehicle blending with the darkness of the night. The engine cut of with a final, unsettling sputter, leaving a heavy silence in its wake. Trevor, his face grim and purposeful, exited the driver's seat and strode to the back, his movements cold, mechanical. The house before him was a hollow shell of its former self—its once proud walls now sagging, the windows smeared with grime, and the scent of rot clinging to the wooden beams.

Amalie was unconscious in the trunk, her head slumped at an unnatural angle. Beside her, Elena laid still, her breath shallow, blood still seeping from her wounds, one to her back and another on her arm.

With little care, Trevor popped open the SUV's trunk, a faint creak escaping as he hoisted Amalie's body into his arms. She felt weightless, her limbs dangling loosely like a broken doll. His footsteps were heavy, methodical as he crossed the threshold of the house. The front door groaned as it swung open, the hinges shrieking from years of disuse, filling the air with a hollow, haunted sound.

The living room was dimly lit by a single flickering bulb hanging from the ceiling. Dust swirled lazily in the stale air, and the pungent scent of mildew lingered, mixing with the metallic tang of blood. Trevor barely glanced at his surroundings as he carried Amalie to the couch, her body sagging into the sunken cushions of the old, tattered fabric. She looked fragile, vulnerable—two things she rarely was. A deep frown creased his brow as he stared at her for a moment, as though contemplating something he couldn't quite voice.

With a grunt, he turned and headed back outside. Moments later, he reappeared, this time with Elena in his arms. Her wrists and ankles were still bound with rough ropes, the fibers digging into her skin, raw and bleeding. Trevor dropped her unceremoniously at the opposite end of the couch, her head falling back limply as she stirred, her face pale, her chest heaving with shallow breaths.

The smell of blood was sharp in the air now, making Trevor's nostrils flare. His vampire senses locked onto the wound on Elena's arm, the scent triggering a primal hunger deep within him. He knelt beside her, yanking the ropes free with a single swift motion, his eyes darkening as his fangs elongated, a low growl rumbling in his throat.

Elena's eyes fluttered open, panic flickering across her features as she became aware of her surroundings. "W-What do you want?" She whispered, her voice hoarse, thick with fear. Her body trembled, weak and defenseless.

Trevor leaned in closer, the veins under his eyes darkening, his fangs bared as he hovered just above her. "Just a taste," he muttered, his voice a low, dangerous rasp as his mouth descended toward her neck. The hunger in his eyes was ravenous, his control slipping.

Before his fangs could pierce her skin, a sharp, commanding voice shattering the tension.

"Trevor!"

The air crackled with authority, and Trevor's movements halted. He hissed through his fangs, reluctantly pulling back as Rose appeared in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the weak light behind her. Her presence filled the room with an undeniable power, and her dark eyes bore into Trevor with a cold, unwavering intensity.