Crimson Love

Chapter Fourteen

Ellie's POV

I must have fallen asleep because I am pretty sure I don't remember willingly lying on the cold hard ground, or I'd fainted from the blood loss.

Looking up those demonic red eyes set on mine, and I frowned instantly. I saw drool on my arm and wiped it off, disgusted I had been drooling at a time like this.

As I sat up I made sure to glare at Michael, but I couldn't bring myself to when I saw a devious smirk set in place. Why did he seem so happy all of a sudden?

"What are you so smitten about?" I asked, still trying to glare at him.

"Oh nothing, maybe just the fact that your boyfriend is dead."

My eyes widened slightly but stopped. He was lying. Michael was so stupid, he thought he could lie right to my face that a 500 year old vampire could just "die".

"You really are a terrible liar," I said almost laughing. Xander wouldn't die that easily. He was strong and he had courage.

"No, he will come to save me because he is still alive!"

Michael laughed loudly before taking something out of his pocket. It was a phone. Swiping the screen he continued to look at his phone. His smile grew even wider when he held out his phone to show me something.

It was a picture of someone on the floor dead. I couldn't really tell it was Xander, but the body was so mangled I had to look away.

I tried to keep calm, but the seed of doubt wedged it's way deeper into my mind and I found myself truly doubt his being alive. Then the tears came, flooding down my face as I realized I would be stuck here forever with this sociopath.

"Aww princess no need to get upset. I'm still here." He said putting an arm on my shoulder. I shook off his arm and let the tears flow freely from my eyes.

"Princess why are you crying?" he said almost sympathetically.

Without turning to face him I clenched my teeth and glared at the bare wall. I know my yelling had got me into trouble before, but my mouth seemed to move faster than my own mind.

"IM NOT YOUR FUCKING PRIN–"

I was interrupted when a large crash and bang sounded from upstairs. We both looked towards the stairs as a look of worry then anger placed on his face. Xander wasn't dead, and now Michael was afraid!

Grabbing my wrist he painfully tugged me off the floor, making me scream out. "Let me go! Xander I'm down here! Xan–"

Michael wrapped his hand firmly around my mouth and his eyes pierced into mine. I tried to stop him from what he was about to do next, but his grip was too strong.

He looked into my eyes, and I felt like he was peering into my soul. I tried looking away but he pierced his nails into my skin as if to make me look his way. I knew what he was trying to do, but I wouldn't let him. I wouldn't.

I tried kicking him, but I only ended up sprawled on the floor with my arm twisted behind my back.

"Stop!" I screamed with him still holding onto my now bleeding wrist. The cut had reopened from his nails.

He yanked me up causing me to scream again and cupped the sides of my face with his hands. I tried to look away but he was too strong.

"Elizabeth, listen to me and stop squirming!" He said in a now angry tone. I wanted to move. I wanted to run but I couldn't. Not even an inch. My body was bound to his words.

"Elizabeth, when Xander gets here you are going to take a piece of glass from the table and slit your wrist. Got it?" I nodded my head without even realizing. No! I didn't want to do that!