Turned

*Found*

***Lucas' P.O.V***

I had a terrible feeling settle in my stomach when I shut my door- leaving Bri alone. I contemplated on staying with Brianne to make sure she was safe. But she wanted me to take the house out. They've had a rough few days and Bri thinks they deserve a nice night out. I agree, but I didn't want Brianne alone.

I needed her safe, and to think about her in danger fueled my rage. But, Bri wanted me to show them around. They needed a night out. I had walked downstairs and gathered everyone together and jumped in my Hummer.

I drove around town, showing them one of the largest cathedrals in the world- The Duomo. We drove around a little longer and then walked into a late-night art museum. Everyone was interested in all the masterpieces that rested on the walls and in little glass boxes.

After an hour or two, we left and headed towards the Italian restaurant that I took Brianne to.

We all enjoyed ourselves. The food was great, the attractions even better. I was glad that they enjoyed Milan. But, the bad feeling never went away. A couple hours had passed since I left Brianne at the house.

Something kept nagging me in the back of my head. I felt as if I was to throw up. My knees were weak. I needed to see Brianne.

I hurriedly got everyone in the Hummer and sped home.

"What's wrong?" Maggie asked. She was sitting up front with me so no one would hear her when she whispered to me. "You've been acting strange since we left. What's going on?"

"I don't know. Just a little anxious to see Brianne."

"That love sick, huh?"

I laughed, "You have no idea." She smiled at that.

The feeling in my stomach seemed to worsen the closer I got to the house. I parked in front of the front doors and bolted out the door. I skipped steps as I ran up to my room, just to see that there was no guard posted there.

I panicked. I slammed my door open and looked towards the bed. Nothing.

Brianne was gone.

I continued to search through the room for Brianne. I even checked the hideout in the fireplace just in case she remembered it was there.

Then I heard it. A silent plea sound through my head.

I need you. Brianne's voice echoed through my brain. It was as if she was whispering in my ear. I gasped and ran downstairs.

I practically jumped down the steps and Mr. and Mrs. black, Maggie and Rachel looked at me with fear.

"What's going on?" Rachel asked.

I ignored all of their questions and proceeded towards the kitchen. The closer I got, the worse the feeling. On the other side of the island, I spotted the basement door open.

There were vines climbing up the door frame.

I slowly ascended the other side of the island. My foot slipped a little and I grabbed the island to regain my footing. When I looked down the floor was covered in dark scarlet liquid.

Blood.

I followed the trail to the basement and found a body lying there. The girl's blonde hair was a wild and bloody mess. Her face was turned away from me. Vines were climbing up her legs and waist. And her hand was reaching towards my foot- only inches away. Then it hit me.

"BRIANNE!" 

I screamed and dropped to my knees in the puddle of blood. I grabbed her torso and flipped her around to get a look at her face. She had a cut on her right cheek and what looked like bruises forming on her left.

Cuts ran up and down her arms. She had bruises forming on her wrist and little splinters resting inside her skin.

Someone had tied her down.

I suddenly heard a gasp behind me and turned to see Maggie, Rachel and her parents standing there in shock. Maggie had tears running down her cheeks as she rushed forward to Brianne. She cried out and touched her niece's cheeks.

"Stay here. Don't leave this kitchen. Close the doors and lock them, I mean it." I stood up and walked downstairs into the basement. Brianne's blood trialed to the back room, so did the vines that were connected to her.

The door it came from was slightly open. It was silent down here. I channeled my shifter side and sensed no one down here, but I looked anyway. What I saw in the room blew me away.

Vines surrounded the room. They trailed up the walls, all over the ceiling and on the floor. The spots where the vines touched blood had white lilies blooming. I assumed that this was Brianne's blood.

But what blew me away the most was in the middle of the room. Vines surrounded that one spot in a cage-like stance. Brianne was trying to trap someone, but who?

I rushed back up the stairs and gently picked Brianne up. I rushed upstairs to my room and everyone followed me. Maggie rushed ahead of me and opened the door, then rushed into my bathroom and found some towels. She laid them on my bed and I lay Brianne down.

"Cosa hanno fatto per te?" I let out and anguished cry. <What have they done to you?>

I ran my hands along her jaw and her heartbeat sped up in the slightest. When it settled, her heart was slow and nerve-racking. I reached into my pocket and called Mike.

"Hey, boss." He answered.

"Look, get everyone you can gather and get them here. Pronto. Tell them when they get here to do an immediate perimeter check. Poi trovare Christian. Portatelo a me." <Then find Christian. Bring him to me.>

"You got it."

"Bring the doctor too."

"Yes sir, be there shortly."

I hung up the phone and inspected Brianne's wounds. All the cuts that ran up and down her arms to her thighs were not very deep. The deepest one was the one above her heart. It was going to need so many stitches.

I got up and ran to the bathroom. I opened the closet across for the sink and grabbed the large white bottle with no label.

Our personal doctor is a genius. She had created a formula to close up a deep wound and stop bleeding from the time we put it on until we wipe it off.

When I walked back into the room, Maggie was sitting on the bed next to Brianne. Rachel's parents were sitting on the couch in front of the bed. Rachel was pacing back and forth by the door.

I walked over to Brianne and rubbed the formula along the wound on her chest. After a few seconds her breathing sped up. I started to panic, I hoped the formula didn't affect her harmfully.

Her eyes suddenly shot open and she arched her back of the bed, gasping for air. Her hands gripped the sheets laying under her and she looked around the room with wide eyes.

"He- he was here." She gasped out and lost consciousness. 

"Sto andando ucciderlo!" I bellowed. <I'm going to kill him!>

"Who was she talking about?" Maggie asked.

"Christian."

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~Hades & Persephone