A Vampires Lover - COMPLETE

Chapter Eleven

Lara's POV

The minutes turned to hours, turned to days, turned to weeks. Its been approximately two and a half weeks, judging by the amount of food they have dumped infront of me and Kurt. The beatings occur daily, sometimes hourly, I have lost where the pain in my body starts, all my muscles ache, my bones feel shattered, my skin bruised, my tattered clothes are matted with blood but I am proud to say that not all of the blood is mine, I fought back a few times until they beat me into submission. I wonder everyday about Yasmin and the others but I overheard Walter yelling at someone, they had been to my house and it was abandoned, panic set in initially but then my common sense kicked in and I realise that Byron and Alex must have taken them back to their home, where Walter cant find them.

"Lara?" Kurts gruff voice makes me jump, my lips dry and chapped.

"You okay Kurt?" My voice sounds foreign to my ears, my throat scratching uncomfortably.

"Been better." He tries to joke but I cant ignore his grunt of pain, guilt weighs my shoulders down, it is my fault he is here, prisoner with me.

"Look Kurt, make a deal with them. Get yourself out, its not you they want at the end of the day."

"For the umpteenth time, I am not leaving you. Byron is scarier than these guys." I cant help the small laugh slip through my lips before I wince, clutching my side as pain flares from my ribs. The grinding of metal on metal grates on my nerves, my gaze jolts to the door as it swings open, my energy levels depleted so much that I dont even attempt to stand, knowing I will fail, all I do is watch helplessly as Walter stalks over to me, venom in his gaze.

"Are you ready to talk?" He demands, my tongue sweeps over my dry lips, trying to make my voice sound strong, not to let him know how close he is to breaking me mentally and physically.

"Oh I can talk, just not about anything you want to know." Ive already mentally prepared myself for his large fist swinging towards my face but the physical pain that jolts through my body always surprises me, a scream is torn from my pursed lips as a domino effect of pain races through my body. My hair is pulled sharply, snapping my head up to face Walter again even as my tongue is coated with metallic blood.

"I will break you and your boyfriend. It is only a matter of time. Nobody is looking for you and nobody will ever find you. Remember that. I control your life now, I could let you rot in here, starving slowly until you become nothing but a shell. I could kill you so easily." His voice seeps through my pores like a poison, playing on my insecurities, playing a mind game with my sanity.

"Then kill me. I have nothing to lose but you ... you NEED me." I whisper the words harshly back at him, realising its the truth, he needs me. He shoves my head to the floor harshly, pinning my face against the cool stones, his lips close to my ear.

"Then I am just going to have to up my little game." With that cryptic promise he storms away, out of the room, the door slams behind him but all I can do is lay on the floor, waves of pain keeping me immobile, my consciousness threatening to drift away. So lost in my own mind I dont hear the commotion or hear the door open again until a hard boot kicks me hard in the stomach, a scream bubbles through my throat, my eyes flying open to see a bruised and bloody Kurt being dragged into the room, his body dropped to the floor before Walter grins sadistically.

"Only one of you will survive this game if you keep on with your stubbornness. Who will it be Lara, will you save yourself and let him die? Or will you attempt to die yourself. This is my game and I will always win. Always." He saunters out of the door, the metal screeching as the door is locked again, my gaze is fixed on Kurt's limp body. Mustering all my energy I slowly drag myself across the floor, the stones rubbing my palms like sandpaper, every breath makes it feel like my ribs are puncturing my lungs, the stones get colder as I move, something I havent noticed for a long time, my body temperature lower than normal but not enough to kill. Finally I reach Kurt's body, I carefully reach for his hand, his temperature the same as mine, his shallow and harsh breathing assaults my ears, painfully I stroke the hair from his face, before my energy disappears and I lay my head on the stones next to him, my hand clutching his as I drift off into the welcoming black abyss. It may have been hours, or minutes but a low voice whispers through my mind, I force my eyes open, staring up at the stone ceiling, waiting for my body to come accustom to the pain, a gasp of pain whispers through my lips before I become intently aware of a large hand squeezing my hand in reassurance. My gaze jumps to the owner, Kurt, my mind remembering suddenly, he smiles slightly and I copy him, only to wince as my lip splits open, a frown creases Kurt's forehead.

"Are you okay?" His low hoarse voice whispers in my ear.

"Been better, I guess I look like hell by the way youre staring." He sheepishly drops his gaze, squeezing my hand gently.

"Well you've looked better" He jokes.

"So have you." I retort, smiling despite of the pain.

"So how did I get here?"

"Not too sure, think its part of Walters plan. I dont trust him at all, we need to figure out a way to escape."

"We will think of something, or Byron will come for us."

"He isnt coming for us." I whisper defeated.

"Dont you dare listen to the bullshit lies Walter has told you. Byron loves you, he wont stop looking for you. Have faith in me at least, he will come." I turn my head to the side looking at his face again, realising how near my mental breaking point I am, how close Walter has got to destroying my mind.

"Youre right. Im sorry. But we need to make a plan otherwise Byron may get here too late."

"Any ideas?"

"Well, it will be easier to get out now since we are both in the same room, but I dont know about you but I feel like ive been drained of energy."

"Same, they are slowly starving us while making it look like theyre keeping us alive." I glance down at the floor before looking towards the metal door, trying to make a plan in my mind.

"Ive got a plan, its a long short and probably wont work." I whisper quietly.

"Hit me." I turn my head to face Kurt again.

"In 3 days, when they bring in the food we escape, leading up to it we save as much of the food as we can and eat it before they come in. That might give us enough energy to get away, if we dont run into many people."

"There is a secret exit through the 'torture room' that will probably be our best bet at getting out without being seen. We will only have a few minutes head start. Whats the plan when we get out?"

"Go as far as we can into the forest, it will be harder for them to follow us in there."

"So thats the plan then, 3 days and we will get out of here." Just hearing Kurt confirm it sends my hope skyrocketing, I pray that we can pull this off, I pray to any god who is willing to listen. 3 days and we should be free.