A Lovely Sin (Collaboration with @LaughingJilltheWolf)

The One that Kills the Least

Ryan’s POV:
“Ryan!” I heard Jacky say. I open my eyes to see him frantically tossing the small blankets from the bassionett onto the floor. “Emily! Where are you?” I shot up out of bed, hoping, praying she was okay. That this was just another bad dream. Sure enough, it wasn’t. Our daughter was gone. “EMILY!” I look over to the nightstand near my side of the bed, hoping whoever took her left some sort of evidence as to who they were. I found a note taped to the lamp.

Ryan,
I know she means the world to you, but it’s time you come home. You’ve been with that pathetic angel for long enough and I’m sick to shit of it. He’s no good for you, look at how he acts. All sweet and disgusting, and he’s made you do it, too. You need to return home NOW. I will NOT take no for an answer! You are my younger brother and, therefore, you listen to me. Your daughter is safe, but if you don’t come home soon, your little faggot angel won’t be. Leave him out of this! Do as I say, and he will be spared.
-Spencer

My heart fucking dropped reading this. I gotta tell Jacky, but I don’t want him to get hurt. He grabbed the note out of my hand and, as he read it, he began to cry. “I’ve gotta go, Jacky.” I said frantically. “I’ve gotta find our daughter.”

“I’m going with you!” He said, quickly.

“No! You stay here!” He looked at me, sad and shocked. “I’m NOT losing you, too!” Reluctantly, he agreed. “I’ll bring her back. I love you.” With that, I left for my old house. I felt a nagging feeling that Spencer was going to hurt Emily. Like he kidnapped her for his own sick, demonic pleasure. When I got to the old, seemingly abandoned house on the outskirts of town, I felt this overwhelming sense of dread wash over me. I knew something was wrong. I hope you’re okay, Emily.  I soon entered the old building, only to be greeted by my daughter laying in the old crib I would sleep in as a baby. I recognized the stuffed toy she held as one that my mother created out of human flesh. I nearly threw up at the scene. “Emily?” I whispered quietly, trying not to let anyone know I was here. My efforts to remain undetected, however, were worthless.

“Ah, I’m glad you’re here, brother!” The cheery voice of my older sibling rang through the darkened hallway on the other side of the room. “You belong here. Just you and I, Ryan.”

“What did you do to her?” I asked, angrily. Spencer only laughed, looking down at the floor for a moment as he came into my line of vision.

“Is that really a way to talk to your loving brother?”

“I don’t consider you to be family, Spencer.” I replied, harshly. “Not anymore.”

“Well, someone’s got attitude.” He seemed to remain calm, knowing that I was furious. He almost seemed to enjoy it. I never took my eyes off him, I knew what he was capable of, I knew he would slaughter his own niece. I didn’t want him anywhere near Emily. “You need a reminder of what you are, don’t you?”

“I need no reminders. What I am is a thing of the past! It’s who I’ve become that you should fear!” I growled out the last sentence. Just then, I heard it. His voice. My angel.

“Where is she?” Jacky asked, his voice shaky as if he’d been crying the whole time he’d been following me.

“JACKY, NO!” I saw Spencer lunge for Jacky. I tried to hold him back, but he was too strong. I was flung across the room and all I could see was Spencer pinning Jacky to the floor. Jacky tried to push my brother off him, but Spencer was too powerful and ended up taking a bite out of Jacky’s neck, a move used by incubuses before extracting souls. He screamed in pain as his flesh was torn from his body. I tried to stand, but I couldn’t. Spencer had conjured vines that bound my wrists and ankles to the wall. I could hear Emily scream and cry for help, as though she had just been hurt, herself. “RONNIE!” I screamed, nobody answered. “RONNIE, DEREK! IF ANY OF YOU CAN HEAR ME! PLEASE! ANSWER ME!” I was desperate for someone to help save Jacky and Emily. “ANDY! ANDY, PLEASE! YOU GOTTA HELP US! HELP THEM!” I cried as my angel lay dying on the floor, blood dripping from the massive open wound on his neck. All hope is gone. So I thought. Andy, Ronnie, and Derek. They weren’t alone, either. They were accompanied by Craig, Robert, Thrasher and someone else. Somebody who I didn’t recognize. From what little light was coming through the window, I could see his eyes shine a goldenrod yellow. Must be a werewolf. Spencer stood up slowly, looking each of them in the eyes. “Is it really you guys?”