𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 ☪︎ 𝘦. 𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘰𝘯

ᴛᴡᴏ ↬ ᴇʟɪᴊᴀʜ

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A black SUV pulls into an empty lot, parking next to a black car. The man in the car climbs out and approaches the window on the driver's side of the SUV. The window rolls down halfway, enough to reveal a man with dark shades and a black baseball cap.

"Where is she?" The driver questions the man.

"In the trunk. I did exactly what you said."

The driver nods, pleased. "Good," he praised. "Put her in the back," he ordered.

The man hesitated, and the driver noticed this, so he lowered his sunglasses to make eye contact with the man.

"What's the problem?" The driver questions.

"There's another girl. She was a witness, so I had to take her."

The driver felt his irritation grow. His life was already on the line, he could not afford another screw up or mistake if he values his life. His life depends on this man doing his job, there was not supposed to be another girl. The driver eventually spoke up.

"Put her in the back with the doppelganger," The driver demands.

The man nods, following the driver's order, and walks to the car, opening the trunk to reveal two unconscious girls. He lifted Elena first and walked over to the SUV, placing her in the trunk. He moves back over to the car, lifting Isabella before closing the trunk, and moving towards the SUV, placing her beside the doppelganger. He closes the trunk before walking back to the driver.

"Thank you for your help," The driver states his gratitude.

"Is there anything else?"

"One more thing. Come closer. Please," the driver rolls down the window all the way, and the man moves closer. "Closer," the driver motions his hand for the man to come closer, before he grabs the man and sinks his fangs into the flesh of his neck, drinking his blood until he no longer heard a heartbeat. The driver drops the man onto the ground, before he wipes his mouth with his gloved hand and rolls up the window, before driving away.

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"Please," Elena breathed, as the unknown man carried her into the abandoned, dirty mansion. He ignored Elena's plea, placing her on a couch next to Isabella, who still happened to be unconscious. Like Elena, Isabella had rope tied around her ankles and wrists. Elena checked to see if there were any injuries on Isabella, sighing in relief when she found none.

Elena glanced up to see the man removing his baseball cap and sunglasses, before sitting down to untie the rope around her ankles and hands, before untying the ropes from Isabella.

"What do you want?" Elena questions the man in a shaky voice.

The man just replied with a 'sh' and held his index finger up, gesturing for her to be quiet.

"Please, I'm hurt," Elena whimpered.

"I know," the man replied, noticing her wound. "Just a taste."

"No!" Elena shouts, trying to back away from the man as he got closer to her, veins under his eyes.

"Trevor!" A female voice snapped, stopping the man now known as 'Trevor'. "Control yourself," she demands in a firm tone. The woman was British, just like Trevor. The woman had her hair styled as a pixie cut, and she was wearing jeans with a blue shirt and brown leather jacket.