Drop Dead Gorgeous

If I Loose Her

***CARLY'S P.O.V****

"Ergh, what happened? Where am I?" I mumbled, attempting to move my arms but I couldn't. I tried to move my head but I couldn't. I tried to find out why my neck was hurting, but I couldn't. I looked up, causing my neck to hurt more, to see my hands and feet tied to the posters of the bed.

"Ahh, the princess awakens." Brandon laughed.

"Why am I tied up, what is you do to me?"

"So many questions from such a defenceless little girl." He sniggered.

"Brandon stop it! Let me go!" I coughed, turning my head is making things WAY worse.

"No, and unless you do as you're told, stop asking questions and acts like a good little girl, you won't get hurt. Okay?" He laughed humourlessly.

"Go to hell!" I spat at him. He furrowed his brows and bit into my wrist making me squeal. He didn't draw any blood but he dug in deep.

"Stop! I'm sorry! Sorry!" I screamed, making him laugh at me.

"Now, in going to have a few friends over. Do as you're told and you won't get hurt." He sniggered.

"Mhmm." I muttered, pulling at the ropes. He leant in and began unzipping my dress and kissing me.

"Stop it... Please." I muttered between breaths, he scared me so fucking much I actually wanted to die whenever he touched me.

He slapped me and carried on.

"Do as I say Carly, and let me do what I want, or things will get... Messy." He said, running his hands across my stomach and squeezing my boobs. He pulled away and laughed at the years escaping my eyes.

"Now get dressed." He said, throwing a black tee and dark blue jeans at me.

"Can't if i'm tied up." I muttered. He untied me and left the room.

"Don't come until I shout you... Love." My body shuddered at his words, I slipped on the clothes and put my hair in a pony. I lay back in the bed, wondering how id escape while I have no powers.

I've been sitting here for two hours and all I can hear is drunken laughter from downstairs. Great.

"CARLY!" Brandon shouted, bursting through the door followed by two other guys. One reminded me of Zayn but he was taller and no where near as muscled. The other looked like Billie'a ex boyfriend. Wait, it was! Stood before me was Paul, his brown hair brushed to the side in a messy fashion, his eyes still blue, burning into my soul. Yay, fun...

"Here she is boys. Told you I got a beauty." Brandon slurred.

"Billie's sister. Can see why you go her. Just look at her." Paul said.

"Burn..." Said the Zayn-wanna-be.

"What?" I spoke up, my voice squeaking and weak.

"I'm bored and hungry." Brandon said, licking his lips, shooing the others away.

"Take off your jeans please." He said.

"No."

"Fine I will." He said literally ripping them off of me. And dragging me into his lap.

"Kiss me." He hissed, I didn't but he forced my lips to his, he reminded me of jake, the way he doesn't care and can force you into anything. I passed out and literally dropped. Oh shit am I beyond fucked, and by the looks of things, no one was coming anytime soon.

"And she's awake." Brandon said.

"She smells so damned good!" Paul laughed, sniffing my wrist, as Zayn-wanna-be kissed my other and Brandon buried his head in my neck.

"3... 2... 1..." An with that they a dug their fangs in, I yelped in pain before black spots covered my sight.

***HARRY'S P.O.V***

"What if she's hurt? Lost? Dead even? What do you expect me to do? Calm down! Oh fuck you! Of your not helping me look I'll find her myself! Fucking twats!" I yelled storming out of the door and chasing after her scent. It lead me into the centre of the woods, a shabby house planted in the middle. I listened closely, and almost cried when I heard her scream.

"BRANDON!" I couldn't tell if it was a scream of pain or a pleasure, I panicked and before I knew what I was doing, I had burst through te door, tearing the heads off the two vampires that tried to jump me and hurtled up the stairs.

"Carly?..." I said, my jaw almost hitting the floor to see her unconscious but some ass whole American... Raping her. My whole body shuddered as I tore him from her and threw him down. I scooped we up and ran, just as I was about to exit the woods, that guy dragged me back, making me drop Carly, her head hitting a tree trunk and making her bleed.

"You can't take her, Carly, or should I say Christella is mine. I just thought I'd have some fun before ripping out we fragile little heart and feeding it to you. After all, you're the reason my twin brother is dead. Mark, ring a bell?" He chuckled, getting me in a head lock about to pull off my head. But I was older, older and stronger. I pulled his arm off. Literally, and threw it across the woods. I then ran at him and pounced, kneeling on his chest.

"Tell Mark Hazza said hi." I hissed before ripping off his head and burying it, and just for good measure, I ripped out his heart and stuck it into a branch on a tree before carrying Carly's practically lifeless body hime. Her heart beat ever fading. I knew I had to act fast so I fed her my blood and her heart finally stopped. Tears escape my eyes as I burst through the door, ignoring the tears an glares and laid her down. What if I loose her, I can't handle that. No. We waited for hours, before ....