Their Dark Love (Boyxboy)

Chapter 7

*...Sorry for any mistakes...*

Scott. The savior. The liar.

Kirstie slowly opened her eyes and looked herself over. No bullet holes, thank the heavens. Relieved just the slightest, she let her eyes drag around her surroundings. Joseph was dead in front of her, blood and matter pooling out of a hole on the side of his head. She let out a shuddery breath and swallowed down the bile threatening to come up her throat. There would be time for puking later.

Kirstin peeked cautiously behind the computers and saw that Agatheene had suffered the same fate as Joe: a bullet to the head. That meant that the gun hadn't been pointed at her, but a target above her. Her heart seemingly aches at the thought of her brother having someone kill her. He told her he was finishing things like they'd discussed and she had still doubted him, feared him.

Him. Mitch. Her brother and twin. Where was he again? Her glazed brown eyes flitted to the floor beside her and there he was, still and unconscious. Kirstin immediately tore the telemetry device off of her, harshly ripping the electrode from her head. She dropped to her knees, hands seizing Mitch's shoulders before shaking him roughly. There was no reaction of any kind. So she tried again, and she didn't even get a stir or moan of awareness. Her lips started to tremble and she shook him harder.

"Mitchy, wake up! We've got to get out of here. Wake up, wake up, wake up! Please wake up," she sobbed. She could still feel him and could tell he was alive, but why wasn't he moving?

They couldn't stay here all day and she definitely couldn't carry him anywhere. Calling an ambulance couldn't be done because they couldn't get Mitch from the basement without seeing the other three bodies littering the small room. And if she somehow moved him to the upper floor she doubted it wouldn't be suspicious as to where their parent-figures had disappeared to at such a time. The town's sheriff would get involved and make it his duty to find them and no, just no.

Starting to feel absolutely helpless, Kirstie broke down and began to weep over her brothers body. It took a good ten minutes, but then something dawned on her. Scott. He was a vampire, familiar with blood, and he most likely wouldn't be scared off at first glance of this room. He could also carry Mitch and get them out of here. She wasn't sure how she was going to explain this atrocious incident to him, but she'd cross that bridge when she came to it. Which would be quickly hopefully, if he answered and agreed to come.

Her hands shook as she patted Mitch's pockets and dug out his phone. She scrolled through his very few contacts and clicked the number that had the name Stephanie saved to it; it was a precautionary measure. The phone ringed four times before that familiar deep voice answered.

"Mitchell?" that raspy voice questioned, startled. "What's going on? It isn't noon yet."

Kirstin knew noon was their set time, Mitch didn't dare to call before then, but it was still really early right now. So of course Scott would know something was wrong.

She hurriedly said, "It's Kirstie, I need your help."

"Wait, what? Is everything okay?" Scott asked, sounding even more worried than when he picked up. "Where's Mitch?"

"He's here, but something happened and I don't know what to do," she cried, panicked. "He blacked out and won't wake up."

"What do you mean he- Okay. Okay, calm down. I'm going to my car right now. Where are you?" In the background she could hear a car door open and shut, and an engine roar to life.

"Home, in the basement. I'll send you the address, just hurry. The passcode to the front door is 1-8-4-6."

"I'm on my way," Scott assured her. "Just stay on the phone and keep trying to wake him up."