Captured
I panted as I tried to listen for the footsteps I knew would come after me. I mean, I was seventeen, not stupid. Though, I had just thrown myself out of the second floor window. I landed painfully on my side but nothing felt broken. I crouched down and hid in the nearby bushes as I watched the shadows of two men run past the window. I tried to hold my breath as much as possible. I mean, I left the window wide open and it's not like you can escape and expect not to be followed, so I took precaution.
My body shook as I pulled down the bottom of my dress. It was a very showy dress for me to be wearing since it was only mid-September. I didn't have any more time to admire how beautiful it was because a noise from the house made me fling my head straight up.
"Hey!" I looked up to see one of the two men looking out the window. "I found her! C'mon get outside!" He screamed to his buddy.
I did what any sane person would do, I ran for my life. I decided to go through the front yard. It was the closest to where I was. I turned my head around to see that the man who yelled was right on my tail. He had probably jumped like I did.
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and hear it blaring in my ears, making it hard for me to judge just how far away he was.
The yard seemed to go on forever. I thought I could see the road from the house! I screamed in my mind.
All of a sudden my leg decided to cramp up on me. No, no ,no! Not now! I yelled as I half limped from the pain.
My leg had caused me to slow down, thus letting the man catch up to me pretty quickly. I looked around to see if there was anything I could use to defend myself. Then, I saw it. A branch from a nearby tree had landed no more than a few feet away from me.
I steadied myself and then made my move. I jumped toward the branch and landed face-first on the ground. The man approached me slowly as I turned to lay on my back. I tried to move my hand nonchalantly towards the branch as I locked eyes with the man. His eyes were full of anger as his deep voice cut through the cold night air like a knife.
"You're coming with us now." He said fiercely. He grabbed my arm and tried pulling me up.
"No! Let me go!" I yelled as I grabbed the branch and tried swinging it full speed towards the man. As I pulled back I found yet another pair of hands on me. I turned to see another man. He was just as big as the other, maybe even bigger.
He tore the branch from my hand so hard it caused me to bleed. I hated blood. And just seeing it made me queasy. I tried avoiding it, but the pain made me look. A wave of nausea passed through me as I dropped to me knees. The man let go of my arm as I hit the ground.
Everything was spinning and my head was pounding. Suddenly, it was too much to bear. I was going to pass out, I knew it, these men were going to take me somewhere and when I woke up, if I woke up, I'd be in some dangerous place without any help.
I could feel a pair of strong hands on my back as I was lifted up. About two minutes later I was set down on a cold hard surface. I felt a sharp pain on my right hand and then I was shook gently until my eyes fluttered open.
"Okay, she's alive. Now what, Boss?" The man with the dark eyes said. I felt my body start getting strength back and I started to sit up. "What are you doing?" He narrowed his eyes at me.
"Sitting," I said as I pushed my way up into a sitting position. "See?" I said as I looked around. I found myself sitting in the back of a van. One of those big ones with only two seats and the rest is a giant trunk. Well, I was sitting in the back of the van with the man that had dark eyes. As we passed streetlights I soon found out what the man looked like.
He was big, with broad shoulders and a muscular body. His hair was black as the night sky and his skin was a rich caramel kind of cocoa looking color. He was a very attractive man and I soon began to wonder about why he was doing this.
I looked at the driver's seat to see the other man. He was white male, a little shorter than the other man. Also, another difference I spotted other than skin tone was that his hair color and length were different.
He was blonde with a shaggy type hair style and his eyes were the color of emerald. The look on his face was even scarier than I could have ever imagined. He must have seen me looking in the mirror because he looked back at me and told me to knock it off.
I pushed my way to the side of the van. My hands were tied behind my back and I just wanted to lean against something.
The dark eyed man spoke up, "Get away from the wall. Come over here." He said.
"But I wanna lean against something." I spoke, finding my voice sounding a bit small compared to his.
"Yeah? Well you can't. Now get over here." He got up and came over to where I was. I looked up and saw that he was helping me stand up.
He walked me towards the middle of the trunk. Then, he sat me down and took a seat to my right. I decided it was time for some conversation.
"What's your name?" I asked him as he looked at me with a shocked expression.
It took him awhile but he finally answered me, "Blake." He said flatly.
"And his?" I tilted my chin towards the driver's seat.
"That's Sam. But I call him Boss." Blake said.
I looked at Sam. He was on his cell phone now and talking very quietly into it. I spoke what was on my mind. "Where are we going?" I asked Blake not hiding the fear in my voice.
He took a deep breath and let it out before answering my question. "To Mr. Kane. He's asked for you to be delivered to him for a reward."
"You mean kidnap me for a reward!" I shrieked. "You can't just go and kidnap people! And who's Mr. Kane? You could've asked me. I would have gone…maybe, "I said maybe quietly and to myself.
To my surprise, Sam spoke first. He had just closed his phone and looked at me in the mirror, "Mr. Kane is our boss. Kinda like how I'm Blake's boss. Except Mr. Kane is everyone's boss," He paused and looked up from the road to look at my shocked expression. "And no little missy, you wouldn't have come."
"First off, don't call me 'little missy', I have a name and second of all, if there was a reason for me to meet this Mr. Kane guy, then why didn't he come get me himself?" I asked to no one in particular.
Blake spoke, "He's a very busy man," And then he whispered to me, "What is your name anyway?"
"You mean to tell me that this guy just sent you out to get me without even telling you anything about me?" I asked.
"No. He gave us a description and your address. He said you were young, single, lived alone, you were attractive, and have golden hair." Sam said.
"Yeah? Well I think your "Boss" is a big pain in my ass," I said as I rolled my eyes. "What the hell does he even want me for anyway?" I asked as I built up the courage to move a little closer to behind the driver's seat. I could see Blake move a little bit forward, but then he settled himself.
Sam turned to face me when I noticed something I hadn't noticed before, he had a scar running horizontally across he's face. I gasped aloud, and I swear I saw a quick expression of sadness cross his face.
His head whipped around and the car slammed to a stop. I felt my head hit the driver's seat with so much force I felt dizzy again then, he sped up and I was thrown backwards until I hit the back door of the van. Slowly, the van reached a halt.
"Sam!" Blake yelled as I felt his arms around me with one hand on my forehead. "The Boss wants her alive. She didn't know!" He yelled as I felt the pressure of his touch on my head. He removed his hand and I saw blood trickle down it.
I pressed gently on my forehead and bit my lip, trying to stifle a yelp of pain.
"Don't touch it," Blake said wide-eyed as he grabbed my bloody hand.
Sam put the van into park and turned around to see the damage he had caused.
"Jesus Christ!" He yelled as he unbuckled his seatbelt and jumped into the back of the van.
By this time I was almost at the point of fainting when I saw Sam do the strangest thing. I thought my eyes were deceiving me, but I knew what I saw was real. Sam had just bitten himself in the arm as he slammed it near my face.
"Drink it." He sneered as he bent down and stuck his arm even closer to my face. His face was now deformed and twisted. It was more doglike. Except, he only had a mouth full of fangs and dog looking type ears on his head. And trust me, they were not cute puppy dog ears.
"What are you?" I asked as his eyes raged red and I could tell he was losing control of whatever had taken over him. Blake saw what was happening and grabbed Sam's arms behind his back.
"Drink it already!" Blake yelled at me.
"Okay!" I timidly bent forward as I locked eyes with Sam. "I'm sorry." I said quietly as I started drinking from his fresh wound.
At first I thought I wouldn't like the taste so I drank it slow. But after about thirty seconds I found that his blood consisted of a sweet taste, sort of like candy. I turned greedy and drank more and more of it. I looked up so see Sam more like himself and more drained. I knew I'd have to stop, but I couldn't.
I couldn't focus on anything else. All I wanted and needed was his blood. "You have to stop now." A male voice called. It was so bad that I couldn't even dignify which one spoke. Sam started to pull his arm away and I swear I growled at him.
I looked at their shocked expressions and confirmed that I had. I covered my mouth and inconspicuously licked my teeth. They felt a little different, but I ignored it, I couldn't get over how delicious Sam's blood had been.
To my surprise, Sam stood up and reached down a hand to me. "You did well." He said with a heartwarming smile. As he touched my forehead lightly I flinched, thinking it was going to hurt. But miraculously, it didn't. My head was totally fine, and my fainting feeling was gone. Even my hand was cured. His face lightened as I touched my forehead in childlike wonder.
"Uh, thanks." I felt my heart flutter. Crap. Seriously? I like him? After he tried to kill me? Am I stupid or what?
Blake's quick intake of breath when I turned to him made me worry. "What? Is there something on my face?" I covered my face with my hands.
He turned and whispered something into Sam's ear. Sam then nodded and the two of them then fell on their knees to the floor.
"Welcome and congratulations. You are now ready to meet the Boss." Blake said as his white teeth sparkled.
"Um, excuse me?" I asked taken aback.
Sam spoke first. "You have now been changed from mortal to the first stage of 'demonhood'."
"What the fuck! What are you talking about! Are you guys like Satanic or something? Just let me go home." I ran over to the front of the van and jumped over the seats and went for the door. It was locked. I looked to find a button to open it but I couldn't find one. What seemed like forever in my mind was only a matter of seconds.
Blake had restricted me and set me on his lap as Sam took the driver's seat and floored it.
With Blake's strong hands around me, I was surprised I could breathe. I would struggle every couple of seconds when the two would talk about how it was great to finally have a female in the 'clan'. I still didn't know what I was there for but if I was the only female, obviously it couldn't be good. And if all the guys were as strong as Blake and Sam, I'd be a goner.
As I struggled again we arrived at the gates of a huge antique looking mansion. My heart was racing and I got the creeps just by looking at this place.
"Where are we?" I asked as Blake carried me out of the van.
"Mr. Kane's of course." He smiled, acting like I should have obviously known where the heck I was.
"Oh," Was all I could think of to say. I was scared out of my mind and had just been kidnapped by two strange men who seem to be Satanic.
I took a big gulp of air and swallowed hard as my body started to shake. I let out a huge sigh as the old gate squeaked open.
Dammit! I am so screwed! I screamed in my mind as I was lead through the gate…