hotel california (l.h) ☽

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"i had to find the passage back

                               to the place i was before."

☾scarlett☽

"so."

reese stretched, resting her feet on the arm of the couch, and looked at me expectantly. "what?" i asked, looking down and playing with my hands, seeing the sunrays on the carpet. "look, if we're gonna get you out of here, you're going to have to talk quick. the boys are going to be back soon," reese sid, running a hand through her equally long hair. the boys have gone to their rooms to get some clothes, apparently sleeping in them and then wearing them again is frowned upon. "i- i feel like it'd be wrong," i said quietly. "using someone just so you can get out of something. it's a very human thing to do." reese laughed. "luke isn't even human. he's an asshole, and literally gave up this girl to his father so she could be tortured." i rubbed my eyes. "what about you guys? if this crazy plan actually works, i want you guys out too." reese smiled sadly. "we've gotten used to it here. and besides, none of us have anywhere to go if we were to get out of here." i nodded. this was all so twisted. "so, do you have any ideas?" i tried, and she grinned wickedly. "actually, yes. what if we made it look like you and michael were a thing, and then be all over eachother and then luke would get jealous." i laughed. "seriously?! that is so a high school bitch move!" "yeah, but trust me, it works. i'll find a way to get things started tonight, how about a game of truth or dare?" reese was a genius. i nodded just as all the boys came tumbling in, clothes in hand. "we're back!" calum sang, and i smiled, trying to process everything that was inevitably going to go down tonight.

10 HOURS LATER

"oh shit!" calum stumbled over the coch, sufficently landing on mine and michael's laps. "oh for fuck sake," michael sighed, pushing the boy off of us, calum groaning as he fell onto the floor. the boys had returned with vodka a few hours ago, and reese and i had convinced them to keep it until the night fell, making the current game of truth or dare much more risky, considering we were all drunk. "o-okay, michael!" ashon giggled, the poor boy completely wasted. michael grinned, his pink lips stretching upwards. "dare!" he said loudly, and reese leaned over and whispered something in ashton's ear. he grinned evilly. "i dare you to kiss scarlett's neck for thirty seconds," he said, and i glared at reese, who just winked and shrugged her shoulders. i then turned to michael, who was trying not to laugh, and scooted closer to him. "only thirty seconds, now go!" ashton said, and michael leaned forward, his lips pressing just below my jawline.

i sucked in a breath, closing my eyes and carefully putting my hands in his hair, as i felt his hands snake around my waist, pulling me closer. i felt him softly suck on my sweet spot, causing me to moan quietly and tilt my head back more, giving him more access. i knew there were going to be marks, but that was the least of my worries. "times up!" ashton's voice rang through my head as i blushed, pulling away while michael scratched the back of his neck, smiling shyly. "ugh, please go to another room if you guys are gonna hook up tonight," calum groaned, placing a hand on reese's thigh. "um, i'm gonna go downstairs, i need some fresh air," i said quietly, swaying a little as i stood up. "okay, be careful," michael said, his words running together a little as i nodded and stepped out of the room, walking down the hallway and almost tripping down the stairs, stumbling into the lobby as i saw probably the last person i wanted to see drunk, with hickies on my neck.

luke.

he was sitting on one of the belhop racks, his feet propped up on a suitcase, dressed in black skinny jeans with boots that probably made him about two inches taller than he already was, with a plain black long sleeved shirt, with the the ever present aura of superiority surrounding him. "ah, scarlett," he said in his smooth tone, smirking and standing up, the boots indeed making him unnecessarily moving closer to me. he then noticed the quarter sized purple and red splotches on my neck, and slowly brought up a finger underneath my chin, making my breath quicken and head raise, exposing the marks even more. "ah," he said with distate. "who's work is this?" he questioned, his warm breath on my chest. "michael," i said quietly, stepping away from him and feeling almost like a child. "i could do so much better than that, you know," he said in a tone that made my knees weak. i then remembered reese's advice: tease him. even if i was drunk, i sure as hell knew how to turn a boy on, devil's son or not. "i doubt that," i said, knowing i was playing with fire. luke's eyebrow cocked, and his arms crossed. "oh really?" i nodded, biting my lip and smirking right back at him. i was fucking terrified in my mind, i mean, it's the fucking devil's son here. "don't let your mouth get you into something your body can't handle, sweetie," he said, looking down at me one more time, before turning around and started to walk away. i didn't know if it was the alcohol or the frustration, but i have had enough of his cocky attitude. i reached out, grabbing his wrist, which sent a shock through me, and spun him around so he was facing me, a shocked and slightly angry expression on his face. "i can handle whatever you put me through," i said in a tone with anger infused into it. his eyes narrowed and he backed me up against the wall, not caring how hard my body hit it. "you think you can handle me?" luke asked, dangerously quiet. i gulped, and nodded. he shook his head, pushing me further into the wall as well as pushing our bodies together.

i had to remind myself to breath.

he chuckled, seizing my hand and whispered something under his breath, as a burning pain insued in the outside of my thumb. i cired out in pain, but then the burning stopped. i looked back at luke, fear in my eyes. "you're gonna get what you wished for," he said, and stepped away from me, pain still radiating from my left hand. he then leaned into my ear and whispered, "see you tomorrow." and vanished. i raised my hand to see what he had inflicted onto me, and when i saw it, i gasped. it was like a burn, but black. like a tattoo. no, a brand. in a crescent shape. a moon.

luke had branded me.

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