Taken From My Home (Completed)

Eric And Wilford Fight For Us

Trin's POV (And I edited the pic I top, btw)

I wake up in a basement. A bloody basement. "Why the hell am I here?" I mumble. Even weirder, I'm not tied up or anything. Hmm...something's not right.

All of a sudden, a door opens and a man steps in. Wilford freakin' Warfstache.(A-N: I have 'Warfstache' saved in my auto correct and one of the words that was apparently close to it was 'Sexy' and it was weird! XD)

He sees me awake and brightens his smile. "Why, how did you escape with Y-N? Bad girl, DiStrola!" Ugh, I hate that man, using my last name.

I scoff at him. "What do you want, Warfstache?" I ask. He smiles, canine teeth gleaming.

"Glad you asked! Well, I've kidnapped you and your friend, so...what do you think?" I give him a glare I'm known for. "Torture? I read some fanfics and this my friend, is quite cliché."

"Yeah, whatever! At least I'm not a weak 11 year old!" He sneers. "Oh, that's it, you punk!" I stand up, charging at him, only to be stopped by one of my fitches. (A-N: A 'Fitch' is made my me and my friends. It means, 'Friend Bitch' btw.)

Eric Fang. He is the Prince of Vampires. Another 2...3 years he has to stay with me, I think.

He chuckles out, "Trinity...let me handle this, you find your girl." He walks forward. Wilford smiles, "Finally, a real fight."

While they are fighting, I run around the basement filled with dark corridors with doors in the walls, each leading to a room, each either stained with blood or just a regular room. "I'm gonna find you, my love...just wait...please."

~~Time Skip Brought To You By Rick & Morty~~

Your POV

I wake up, tied to a chair with rope and handcuffs. Damn, Wil took extra measures to contain my ass. Good decision, I can be wild at times. Excessively, when I'm angry.

I wait there for like 10 minutes before I hear a door open and see a figure step in. I hear the comforting voice of my friend. Trin.

She runs over to me and hugs me, awkwardly. "Hey, Trin. Glad to know you care about me!" I say. "Whatever..." She mumbles.

She undid the rope while I did the handcuffs. Apparently, they were the ones magicians use. They have little levers that open the cuffs. I am super smart!

Trin stands there, helping me out of the chair, as my legs are officially jelly. "Thanks, dude." She nods.

We walk into the room where I see Eric and Wilford fighting. Eric, not that much bruised, bleeding a bit from Wilford's knife.

Wilford on the other hand...is bleeding badly and his face is bruised. I almost feel bad. Almost.

"You little scamp...I'll, ugh..get you!" Wilford says, stumbling with his knife in his hand.

"Yeah right, William. Sure you will." Eric taunts. "Eric, don't push it. He could snap." I say.

He turns to me, smirking. "Oh, don't you worry your little, tiny mind, hunny." He says, putting and hand under my chin, caressing it, still smirking.

Trin gives him a glare too, while smacking his hand away. "Back off, Eric. I will punch you," Trin raises a fist. "Don't think I won't."

Eric puts a hand on her fist, pushing it down a bit. "There is no need for such violence. Now go. Go seek help." He says and waves us off.