The girl with no name

-Chapter 2: Home-

~Richard’s POV~

Thump!

That was it. I knew my brother had something to do with this. I yank my jacket from the closet and walk out the door. “I’ll be back at midnight,” I mutter to the threesome.

   “RICHARD! Get back-!” The door slams shut during Anexi’s threat. I growl, he is going to pay.  I slam the apartment door as well; I stalk off into my car, and drove off.

     It took me a good three hours to get back ‘home’ but I think it’ll be worth it. Damian certainty had a lot to explain. I’m thinking I would just punch his lights out. Kidnapping and abusing an innocent young teen and turning a human without their consent was against law. It wouldn’t be hard to take on Damian; he’s drunk off his ass half the time and high on the other half. I slap the wheel in frustration. Of course he would do this. It was typical. Finally I see the brightened mansion up ahead and park on the corner. I was still furious; I tore myself through the gate and into the house. One unlucky female servant was walking past me. She took in my expression and shrinks against the wall, “Y-you’re Ma-Majesty…”

       I grab a fistful of her brown locks and pull. She cries out as her head is literally yanked by the roots as she exposes her throat to me. “Where’s Damian?” I say lowly in a voice that even I was frightened of.

    “T-The bar, Sir!” tears streak down her face and her heart pounds, “He went to the bar! Please Sir; you’re hurting me!”

   I loosen my hold a bit. “How long ago?” she doesn’t reply; she just bites her lower lip. I pull her hair again as my temper rises as she refuses to answer me, “How long ago?!”

    “An hour ago! He left an hour ago!”

“Arschloch!” I curse and release her. She falls onto the ground, paralyzed with fear. I step over her and start running east. Screw the car; it’s another thing that would tick me off. I finally enter Mike’s Bar; the one place where 99% of the time you’d find my idiotic older brother. The first two things I see was my brother and his friends with empty beer bottle scattered around them and they were cheering on a girl dancing on a pole. I stalk up behind my brother; “Damian.” my voice is even and cool. At the sound of his voice he turns around.

    “Hey little brother!” Figures. He’s already drunk. “Guess what I gots,” he grins wolfishly. He waves green dollar bills in my face. “Cold hard cash.”

     “Why?”

“My friends need to please themselves. And I gots me the perfect lady.”  He makes a big show of counting his money.

   I smile, “Would it be by chance that blonde I just saw walking down the street?”

“WHAT?! She ain’t supposed to be outside! She’s supposed to be in my basement!” he turns to his friends, “Which one of you unlocked it?!”

   My suspicions confirmed, I bring my arm back and thrust it forward. With a satisfying crack, my brother groans and falls sideways onto the floor. His friends laugh stupidly. Ignoring them, I spin on my heel and walk calmly back to my car. I get inside, start it, and pull off the curb.

~Sarah’s POV~

      I was exploring the living room. Actually, Axel and Anexi were out to eat something and I was here by myself to look around. There was a flat-screen TV, two couches and in the corner was a huge piano.

I blink and go toward it. I place my fingers on the keys and randomly push them down, making the notes produce through the air. I sit down on the stool and continue playing random notes, to someone who hadn’t heard music in years, it sounded pretty good, even when it was out of tune.