Sharing A Floor With a Vampire, Werewolf and Demon

Sharing a Floor with a Vampire, Werewolf & Demon // Part 33

I woke up in a bed – someone else's. The unfamiliar, black, silk sheets rubbed against my skin and I instantly jumped out, and observed my surroundings. I ran to the window and looked out, wherever I was, was surrounded by trees for miles. Where the hell was I? I sprinted to the door and tried to open it, but I was locked in. I slammed by body against it in frustration, a desperate attempt to get the door to open miraculously. Fuck.

I noticed a wardrobe in the corner, and a bathroom attached to the room. Was I in someone's bedroom? What the hell was this? I wanted to scream, and pound my fists on the door, but what was the point? I was obviously brought somewhere secluded to be tortured or killed.

I was locked in this freezing room, and it became immediately clear that it was Tyler, finishing what he started. Making sure to shut me up, and finish whatever their plot was. His final revenge, and my last straw. And of course, as per usual, I was completely fucking useless.

Stop – I told myself, stop being mopey. Go out with a fight, figure this out, don't just sit here. I looked around at my surroundings, trying to figure out if there was anything sharp to impale the next person who came my way with, or a way to pry the door open. I opened the wardrobe, but it was just full of various dresses... what the fuck. I went to the window and tried to lift it open, but it wouldn't budge. I was useless with all my current injuries.

I was absolutely powerless again and this time, with no one even in the near vicinity to help me. I always talked so loud and proud that I could protect myself, but here I was, again. Fuck. I pounded on the door as a last attempt, and gave up in frustration. I grabbed the bed sheet, wrapped myself in it and crawled under the bed. If this were how I was going, I would at least not sit out in the open and make it as easy.

I tried to hold back my tears, but they streamed down my face and I was angry. Angry at myself, angry at this stupid situation and everything that had happened over the past few months. I was weak and useless, and was back to being the naïve idiot who couldn't defend herself. What match was I for a vampire anyways? Never mind that, I couldn't even fend off a guy if I wanted to.

I sat there, everything running through my head from the past few months. Could I have prevented any of these events? Moving into that stupid building was a curse. I was filled with regret and anger for being here in the first place, for being useless, defenceless, and not learning more about how to protect myself in these situations.

I heard the door creak open, and I tensed up. The footsteps clicked against the hardwood floor as they came towards me. I could feel the presence of their body, and saw their knees bend as they crouched down. I closed my eyes tight, and kicked forward as hard as I could knocking them off balance.

"Were you crying?" The familiar voice asked and my eyes instantly jolted open and a wave of relief washed over me. I was speechless. I honestly thought it was Tyler. I still didn't move, because after that panic, then relief, came anger. I was furious. The voice belonged to none other than Ryder.

"Why the fuck am I here!" I yelled.

"Under the bed?" He smirked. "I was going to ask you that."

"No, wherever this room is." I snarled. "I am not in the mood for your god awful games."

"Location isn't important at this point in time. Did you prefer the place we kept you last time? We can go back there, but it may be the first place Nathan looks, really cutting down on the time we have together."

I clenched my jaw, why was he always such a smart ass? How was he always so calm and cool, when I felt like my insides were going to burst? 

"Where's my purse?" I snarled.