Save Me

S E V E N T E E N

I had a really long chapter written but it had deleted so this is as best as I can recreate it. Sorry...

"Just promise me Lauren. It's not that hard" Ryan groaned.

I rolled my eyes "I'm a demon. I don't hide in bathrooms"

He scowled "For me?" He asked.

I sighed "I love you Ryan"

He smirked, knowing that that would be the best he could get. Ok, Henry's words might have scared me a little. But I was not locking myself in my en-suite until Ryan got home. "I'll be back in an hour" he said. He was nervous leaving me alone in the house. Lucifer had to go back to Hell to make sure whoever was ruling didn't fuck it up too much. Crow was 'experiencing' life again.

I nodded "Can't wait" he grinned and walked out. He had to pick up his things from his house after I had persuaded Lucifer to let him move in for 'protection'.

I shut the door and wandered back to my room. My footsteps were the only sound in the entire apartment and I sighed. I turned on my music and jumped down onto my bed. At the corner of my eye I could see the bathroom door. "No, I lived in Hell for over a century. I can survive an hour alone" I muttered to myself.

I sat for what felt like hours but was probably minutes before turning my music off. I groaned and walked towards the library. Maybe I could find a good book. What? Even badass demons like to read.

I dragged my finger along the spines of the books and smiled. Bookshelves lined the 4 walls and were filled with old and new books. I picked out a book that I didn't recognise and opened it to see photos.

I recognised my father in almost all of them with lots of different women. Once I reached the middle of the book I recognised someone. A woman with long blond hair and large blue eyes. I traced her face with my finger. Why didn't I look like my mother? She was beautiful.

Freckles littered her nose and she was laughing. Lucifer must have been taking the picture and they seemed to be on the beach. With closer inspection, I noticed the small bump of her stomach. Me.

I smiled and turned the page. Another photo of my mother, she was heavily pregnant now and was scowling at the camera. There was laughter in her eyes even with her angry expression. She looked so young in all of the pictures even as I flicked through.

I stopped at one. It was a picture of a 5 year old girl with long brown hair. She wore a black dress and was glaring at the ground. Her fists were clenched and she looked tense. A coffin sat beside her and a man stood behind her waiting to take her away.

It was me. When she died. Lucifer was there. And he didn't do shit to help his grieving daughter.

I snapped the book shut and looked up to see a woman standing in the doorway. She had on a skin tight black jumpsuit that covered her from ankle to neck. Her crimson red hair matched her red heels and long red nails. Her skin was perfect and she had glowing red eyes. A pureblood.

A pureblood was a vampire that is born. They're very rare as it's almost impossible for two vampires to have children with eachother and this is only way a pureblood can be born.

"Lauren?" She asked. I was too angry to give a shit about why she was here.

"What? My father's not here so fuck off" I scowled and dropped the album onto a table.

The woman scowled "Language" she muttered. "I'm not here for your father" she said. "I'm here for you"

I rolled my eyes "Did Ryan set you up to this? Is this because I refused to hide? He's such a dick. I'm going to kill him" The woman cringed at my words.

"No. I'm here because of your father. He left me at the altar 128 years ago to go find his 9 year old daughter before she got lost in Hell. You ruined my wedding" she glared at me.

I frowned "He brought me to Hell"

"No, you got shot in the crossfire of a gang fight and died" the woman snapped.

I scowled "Bitch, I suggest you get the fuck out of this apartment before I rop your fucking tongue out"

"Language!" She screeched.

My eyes widened and then everything went dark.

****

Everything hurt. I'm not kidding. If I was completely engulfed in flames and being repeatedly kicked by a blob, I would still be in less pain. I looked down and let out a strangled cry.

My hands were kept down by two large bolts through the backs if my hands. My feet were tied together by another bolt through my ankles.

Ths door opened and I glared at the woman as she walked in "Bitch!" I shouted.

"Rebecca actually" she smirked. The room around me was very plain. Black walls and a plush red carpet with no furniture other than the chair I was sitting in. "I need you to make a message. To your father. Tell him that Rebecca's back and she wants to talk"

And then the bitch slit my throat.