Pain exploded in her head as she began to wake, once again from unconsciousness, her vision blurred for a while as eyes strained open. She could hear shouting and growling somewhere close by, but the voices were muted in her head and she couldn't hear any specific words. Slowly she would place both of her palms upon the cold stone ground beneath so that she could push herself into a kneeling position, hands grasping at her head now to stop the ringing pain still fluxtuating in her skull. Slowly the teen would raise her eyes to the light that streamed in through the now open doors, the foggy figures before her slowly morphing into distinct features. There were two men standing a ways in front of her, the man she recognized as her kidnapper had his face towards her while the other mystery man was facing him, the back of his head to Rebecca. They seemed to be in a heated arguement, although her ears still rang and she could not make out anything that they said. Hoping they were too distracted to notice she had woken she would begin to stand up, only to release a groan as pain hit her again and forced her back onto the ground. It was this small, audible noise issued from her lips that alerted the men that she had woken up, their shouting stopping as they both turned to look at her.
Shivers crawled like insects beneath her skin as both men focused hungry stares on her - the only comfort was that the recognizable man's eyes were back to light violet and silver once more, no longer crimson in color. The other man's face was shrouded by the dark of the hallway, but it appeared as though he was saying something to her. Unfortunately Rebecca did not hear him, simply swayed back and forth with her hands still clutching desperately at her head. Her body cowered backwards as he started to prowl towards her, a soft whimper echoing in her throat the closer he came.
"- said get up!" he hissed again, the end of his sentence finally making sense as the ringing in her head finally subsided. The man suddenly reached out towards her with his hand and she cringed backwards to escape him, but of course it was futile - a hard iron grasp cupped around her right arm before he pulled her violently upwards into a standing position. She wavered slightly as she was forced to stand on her own, refusing to grab at him to help herself balance.
Once standing she took the time to dash a look in the direction of the other man, noticing him lounging lazily backwards upon the wall with his arms crossed against his chest and a disgusting smirk on his face. Her eyes now dared to look at the man standing directly in front of her. He appeared to be an almost identical clone of the first man, only slightly younger and shorter in appearance. His hair was also shorter, spiked and jet black in color; his eyes were also blue instead of violet, but they too had silver streaks in them. His clothes however were mostly the same as the other man, as though they had not cared to dress any different than each other. He seemed to frown slightly as he noticed her sway slightly upon her feet, but turned back to the other man instead of saying something to her.
"This is unacceptable! She is not even a Pure Slave!" he grunted at the man, stepping away from Rebecca and back into the dim light, to draw closer to the other man.
"Oh, tch brother. Stop being so ignorant! I can have fun once in a while, can I not?" the other man replied, that same stupid smirk still on his face. The black haired man sneered and curled his lip upwards at these words, and for a brief moment Rebecca swore she saw fangs in his mouth. Yet it was so fast she was unsure. A soft cry yelped from her as the man in front of her suddenly lunged forwards towards the other man - his brother - and pinned him against the wall with his arm extended against his throat. The other man let out a snarl of frustration, his arms extended outwards now to grasp at the black haired man's shirt.
"Don't be a fool, Ludovic! You cannot expect to escape punishment every time you want some fun and decide to break the Blood Oath!" the man exclaimed, a snarl released from his throat as he shoved harder upon the other man's throat - Ludovic, was it?
Ludovic snarled as his throat was compressed, but then suddenly broke into broken laughter, "If you cannot stand it, then take her back!" He smiled as the black haired man now seemed to stop and give pause to this, another chuckle extending from his mouth. Finally his brother would pull away, leaving the man to rub his throat with one hand and flash another dazzling smile to him.
"I thought not," he purred, fixing his coat momentarily. His gaze would land upon Rebecca one last time, allowing another shiver to roll across her spine, before turning and heading deeper into the manor without another look or word at his brother. His departure left an awkward silence between the two now, Rebecca still cringing in the darkness with the man left standing in the door's light, aggravation written on his face and fingers balled into fists. The only noise was his breathing for the longest time, before he would turn to face Rebecca and slowly walk towards her. She instantly cringed backwards at this, seemingly learning fast at how these men seemed to treat her: yet surprisingly, this brief display of fear stopped the man in his tracks.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I'm not my brother," he whispered, his stern face breaking into a soft smile briefly after. Yet it was not enough to earn the trust of the teen, her head still hurting as she took a step backwards to try and hide further in the darkness. "My name is Dominic," he spoke after a light pause, his smile starting to fade away as he realized it seemed to do more harm than good.
"Where... am I?" she finally managed to whisper, hoping he would bring more information to the table than his brother. At this question Dominic would sigh and run his fingers through his hair, a deep crease appearing on his brow for a brief moment.
"You are at Lockehart Manor... Our home," he hummed, noticing for the first time how she shivered every so often at the cold of the room. "Come, let's get you somewhere warmer," he purred, turning away from her and starting to head deeper into the building. He would stop once inside the brightly lit corridor, turning back towards her and raising an eyebrow as if to ask 'well?' For the longest moment Rebecca would simply stand there, afraid to follow him while also afraid to simply stay where she was. Eventually she would make up her mind and slowly follow the strange man, head stoop low to look upon the ground as she walked. They walked through several labyrinth-like hallways before finally coming to a large chamber that hosted a staircase leading to a second floor, in which it would split the staircase into two separate directions.
'Different wings of the house.' Her mind began to start up again, her memory coming back to her at how large mansions and castles often worked: there were separate wings of the house, often where different branches of the family lived in. It was up these stairs that Dominic walked with her in tow, taking the left side - the West Wing. She was grateful that the man did not attempt to engage her in idle conversation, instead allowing them to walk in complete silence through the large mansion. It was unlike anything the teen was used to, and could not help but gape in wonder at all the beautiful decorations, all the beautiful carvings sculpted upon the ceiling that one could barely see for its height. She was enjoying the sights so much that she did not even notice Dominic stop until she had crashed into his side. He released a surprised grunt but did not seem fazed at all by the collision; her, on the other hand, riccocheted backwards and nearly lost her balance. She was excused from landing upon her back end only for the fact that he reached out and grabbed her right forearm, pulling her back towards him so that she could stand upon her feet. As soon as she was steady on her feet, he let her go.
He looked at her momentarily in question before turning the knob of a large door he had just stopped in front of, opening it up and stepping inside. She quickly followed, admiring the room all the while as she stepped inside and heard the door close behind them. It was the most beautiful bedroom chamber she had ever seen, with a spacious king-sized bed as the center piece in front of a luscious fireplace that took up nearly an entire wall, framed by large windows. Several couches and chairs were scattered around the rest of the room, several doors leading off from this main room. She heard a cough and looked up to see Dominic standing in front of one of these doors: she realized that she had been standing in the middle of the room, gaping at it all. Quickly she scurried over to where he stood, and entered the room after he had opened it for her.
It was another bedroom, much smaller in size but still just as beautiful as the master bedroom. A quaint little queen-sized bed sat in one corner, with a large bookcase on the wall opposing it and bordered by several small loveseats.
"This is where you'll stay, the chamber we just walked through being mine... You're free to wander about the manor whenever you like, however a word of advice: walk around only during the day - it is when we sleep. During the night you may see another member of my family and they may not be as... understanding as I am..." the man behind her spoke, causing Rebecca to turn quickly around and face him. She was confused by much of what he had just told her, but only one thing was currently on the tip of her tongue: "Your brother said you could take me back... Right?" She spoke it so softly at first she wasn't sure he had heard her. But when he looked at her it caused her heart to drop in her chest, she knew he had.
"I would if I could..." he whispered, before shutting the door suddenly. A cry escaped her lips as she threw herself at the door, hands grasping at the handle to try and pull it open and confront him; but damn her luck, it was locked. Releasing another cry of frustration she turned around and sunk down to the ground with her back on the door, tears now streaming down her face.
Did this mean she was a prisoner forever here? She cried so hard she missed the small voice whispering inside her mind, 'I'm sorry.'