Twisted {Jacob Black}

The Cellar

When my eyes finally opened and the dizzy feeling dispersed from my mind, I found that I wasn't laid in the concrete-like hold of the red eyed leech's arms - thankfully. Instead, I was laid on the ground, but not outside. It was in some kind of building, like a cellar or something, but I knew that the ground was freezing cold and kind of damp, and I didn't like it one bit.

I was overwhelmed with a sense of terror, and found myself fighting tears as I lifted my head and looked around, my whole body shaking with both the cold and fear. I didn't know where I was, but I knew for sure just how much i hadn't appreciated my bed before, because now I missed the warm, soft sheets and knitted blankets more than ever. I just wanted to close my eyes and be home, away from this mess, with my parents. It was like living a nightmare, and I couldn't wake up.

Did they know where I was yet? Did they know who had taken me? I didn't know if I wanted them to or not. That sounds crazy, sure, because I just wanted to be found, I wanted them to come get me. And yet, I knew that I was bait, and that they'd be walking straight into two scary freaking vampires if they did. They'd be risking themselves for me, and the thought made me sick.

The room was small, and made of some kind of stone like I'd guessed. I was right, it was a cellar, because I could see the stairs leading to a bolted door, the only exit.

I'd thought I was the only one there, too, until I saw something shift out of the corner of my eye, and my head whipped around to see one of my capturers sitting in the corner like a damn statue. It was the first time Id seen him, but when I heard him speak I could easily label him as Damien from their conversation before. "Well, hello, Sleeping Beauty. If I hadn't heard your heartbeat I'd have thought you were dead."

I had a sudden stupid burst of confidence, and found myself scowling at him from my spot on the floor. "Isn't that your plan?"

Damien chuckled, looking rather pleased that I made conversation instead of just ignoring him. His laugh was the most terrifying thing I'd ever heard. "Ah, I knew you were a feisty one. What a bad quality to have, when dealing with killers."

"Why?" I demanded, suddenly defensive. So, what, he got to kidnap me and then insult me? Not fair.

"Because, young one, if you have a smart mouth, you'll make me angry. And you don't want to make me angry in the slightest, not when I can smell your blood from here." A smirk crept onto his face, and I felt a shiver rush through me. Here I was, making conversation with ONE of my kidnappers. That reminded me...

"Where's the other one?" I demanded, looking around nervously and biting my lip. I could taste blood.

"You mean my brother? He went to give your friends a little... Message. Just in case they hadn't realised it was us who had taken you." Damien chuckled, as if this amused him, and I narrowed my eyes.

"What do you want with them? They never did anything to you!" I snapped, and flinched when his bright red eyes locked with mine, full of anger.

"Those MUTTS of yours have decided they can control where we go, as if they rule the world." Damien huffed, rolling his eyes.

I narrowed my eyes at him again. "They're trying to protect people from monsters like you!" I snarled st him, and felt something clamp over my neck just as a gust of wind hit my face.

It took me a minute to realise what had happened, and to register that he was now in front of me, his face close to mine, and that it was his hand on my neck, clutching my throat. I found myself gasping for air. "Listen, CHILD! You will shut up, you understand that? Or maybe I won't wait until those mutts of yours come to get you before I snap your bones like twigs." He spat at me, and I squealed as tears ran down my face. When his hand released my neck, I coughed loudly, choking in as much air as I could.

"Damien!" The other voice I had heard snapped, and when I gathered enough air to turn my head and look to the top of the stairs, Alorec was bolting the doors behind him as he walked in. "Can't you just hold your temper? She's only a human." He huffed.

"She needed to be put in her place, brother. This HUMAN," he spat the word like it was a curse word. "Was talking to me like she runs the world."

"Very well, but let that be it. I'm sure she understands now. Isn't that right, pretty one?" He hummed, and crouched to my level to brush his ice cold fingers under my chin. I heard the whimpering sound that left my lips, and recoiled back in fear when he touched me, still in shock. "Good. See? She knows her place."

"Fine. Did you deliver our message, brother?"

"Of course. They'll be here soon."