Room 94 | Completed ✔️

chapter 19

I felt his thumb move across my neck. He leaned forward, watching me closely.

"I bet you'd look better naked," he said, in a low voice.

"Please let me go," I whispered, afraid of what he would do to me. "I wonder what taste you hold."

It was silent for a second, he growled, "he should've never played with me." His hand was still wrapped around my neck.

I closed my eyes and waited for him to kill me. I could already picture my lifeless body being thrown to the ground any moment. Horrified by the image, I flickered them open.

"Please," my bottom lip quivering as I spoke, "I don't know what you're talking about."

The man in front of me laughed looking down then his gray eyes met mine with a serious gaze, "I'm talking about your little sucker of a boyfriend playing with my sister's feelings."

I swallowed back waiting for death but it never came. I closed my eyes again seeing his overgrown canines move towards my neck. When I opened my eyes, he was gone.

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding and sat on the ground as my legs were shaking.

The room was now dark. I've seen darkness before, the kind that makes our street like an old fashioned photograph. This wasn't like that. This darkness is the one to rob you of your best sense and replace it with terror.

This darkness is simply terrifying.

I sat muscles cramped and unable to move. I heard whispers outside the room but couldn't make out what they were saying. Tears stormed like a waterfall and I sobbed quietly.

He must be a vampire, I saw his fangs.
Jace was right.

And that makes everything he said about Brandon true. I slept and went on a date with a dead demon.

How fabulous.

The door opened and I jumped to my feet and backed away until my back hit the corner of the room. My senses were on high alert not ready for whenever they decide to drain my body of blood.

"You need a chill pill," the black haired guy said holding a pile of clothes in his hands.

He neatly placed them on the bed and stared at me with amusement, "you're rocking these yellow panties."

With legs outstretched, he sat on the bed and I watched him waiting for whatever move he was going to make, "I'm Blake."

He smiled licking his lips then added, "I bet I'd love what you got under that yellow as well but that's not what I'm here for."

"What do you want?" I snapped and he walked my way. He was so close but there was no more space behind me.

Breathing heavily, I closed my eyes and turned my head to the side too afraid to face what he's planning to do.

His hand held my chin and forced me to turn my head back, "I'm not going to kiss you, open your eyes," he said sarcastically and I looked at him.

He had tousled dark brown hair, which was thick and lustrous. His eyes were a mesmerizing deep ocean blue, flecks of silvery light performed ballets throughout.

His face strong and defined, his features molded from granite. Dark eyebrows, which sloped downwards in a serious expression. He had distinct cheekbones and an angular jaw, his olive skin made him look devilishly handsome.

"You must've hurt yourself when that jerk dragged you here," he remarked, his finger caressing an open scar along my jaw-line making it burn.

"I'll get you something to clean that cut, wait for me and don't do anything stupid." He headed to the door closing it.

Before I could move, his head peeked inside again, "I'll lock the door so Andrew wouldn't come in," he informed and left.

Letting out a sigh, I stared into the cheap mirror. It wasn't even glass. My reflection was simply ugly.

Brown hair that could be mistaken to be a bird's nest. The once bright grass green eyes were now bleary and red.

The white shirt that was on disappeared. Feeling as though energy was being drained out of me, as though I'm leaking electricity I lied on the bed and covered my head with a pillow letting out a silent scream that faded into the void.

How did I get into this?

I was the unnoticed Gabrielle, the nerd Gabrielle, the socially awkward Gabrielle. I was the normal Gabrielle a week ago.

Look at me now, kidnapped by unknown mythical creatures, desperately waiting for a stranger I slept with to help me. I laughed at how pathetic my life is and stared at the ceiling. Where am I?

The door swung open revealing Blake with the first aid kit in his hands. He flashed me a quick smile and sat with legs crossed on the bed. He mentioned for me to sit up and go closer but I refused to move.

"Hey! I'm trying to help you," he said and I glared at him, "You're with him."

"Him who?"

"The scary man with fangs."

Blake laughed throwing his head to the back. I watched him until he was serious again, "The 'scary man with fangs' " he quoted, "is Andrew. And no, I'm not his friend."

"You kidnapped me too," I retorted.

"You're bleeding, let me take care of it," he patted the place next to him. I crawled and crisscrossed my legs beside him.

He cleaned the cut area with soap and lukewarm water. "He has my brother," Blake said and I turned my head to face him, "Don't move your big empty head."

Removing dirt particles and letting the water from the faucet run over it for several minutes, he said, "I must help him in a few missions to get my brother back."

"Are you humans?" I asked my curiosity getting the best of me.

"Andrew is a cannibal and half a vampire. Julie, his sister is simply a cannibal, she's human." He applied an antiseptic lotion and finally covered the area with an adhesive bandage.

"What are you?" I asked and his hand let go of my face, "Give me your leg, I saw you got hurt there too," he commanded then continued, "I'm a wolf."

My eyes widened and he looked up at me with a playful smile, "I'm not going to hurt you." He held his hands up in an innocent way before going back to his work.

The grit had become enmeshed with raw the pink flesh of my leg and was spotted with blood. One thing was for sure, it was going to be very painful to clean.

"Help me," I said and he glanced in my direction then back down deciding to ignore me.

"We'll help your brother if we find Brandon and Jace, they can help," I added.

"Brandon and Jace," he smiled, "we were childhood friends"

"Really?" I asked

"No, I used to bully them because I could shift and they weren't able to use their powers yet." He let out a sigh.

"Wear the clothes I brought you, we'll leave tonight."

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Hello! I missed you all cuties!
How are you?

Camp was a disaster tbh xD

Anyways, thoughts on Blake?

I cast Andy Biersack as Andrew and Matthew as Blake but I don't know honestly, I think I may switch them.

Tell me what you think about that, please.