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Zoey

Stark had been gone fifteen minutes when I started to worry.

"I'm gonna go see if Starks ok." I told her.

"Ok dear." She replied.

I smiled and squeezed her frail hand before leaving. When Stark had left Gran had told me how good he was and how she could see how much he loved me and would protect me.

These things I already knew.

I was worried. Where on earth could he have gone? I turned the corner into the cafeteria and screeched.

There was a pool of blood on the floor and printed in scrapes on the counter. Without stopping, I ran.

'Stark?' I called mentally. 'Stark?' No answer. My heart pumped so loud I could hear it. My legs turned to lead but I dragged on to the front entrance desk.

"Have you seen a man- vampire with red marks walk out of here?" I asked in a panicked tone.

She popped her pink gum and I had the urge to slap her. She looked bored, but seemed to think about it. "Hmm, about five minutes ago someone like that walked out of here with a blonde girl and five biker dudes. They were rude I remember."

I choked. "Biker dudes?" I asked as my heart skipped a beat.

She looked annoyed. "Yes. They climbed into a dirty white van, they said something about heading for a gas station before they went somewhere. Anything else?" She glared.

I took a deep breath, a pen, and a post-it-note. On it I wrote a note telling Gran where I'd gone, handed it to the annoying receptionist, and told her to give it her.

I ran out the building while she muttered angrily that she wasn't paid to be a messenger.

When I was outside I felt very cold. By breath came out in puffs because of the cool night air. I ignored the numbness of my fingers and ran out into the middle of the main road. The black car that had been heading this way screeched to a stop.

A middle aged heavy set man climbed out cursing at me.

"I need your car." I told him as I jogged to the drivers side where he blocked me off.

"What?" He looked incredulous. "Get lost freak!"

I bared my teeth and called fire. It hovered above my palm in a fierce ball of flames. "Move." I told him.

He ran.

I climbed in and set off at speed. I knew where the nearest gas station was. If they wanted some gas it would take a few minutes. I would get there in time.

I made a phone call.

When I arrived at the gas station a white van was just pulling out. Driving was a man about forty years old, with long grey hair that had a bandana over it. He had a beard and looked like someone not to be messed with, with his thick muscles. There was a guy sat with him but looked thin with greasy black hair. He looked like a stereotypical weirdo, crazy guy.

I followed them, positive I'd found the right people, but a few cars behind so it didn't look suspicious.

'Stark?' I tried thinking to him again.

After a few seconds came a weak reply. 'Zoey?'

'Stark! Oh Goddess where are you?' I asked frantically.

'I'm just with some guys.' He tried to play it down.

'Don't lie! I'm coming for you.' I told him.

'NO! I mean- no you can't Zoey! Please, please stay there. Promise me you will!' He begged.

'I can't do that Stark.' I told him honestly.

'Zoey, I-' He cut off. Probably knocked out again.

I started shaking. Whoever was hurting Stark would die. Painfully.

The van turned off, down a smaller, dark alley. I quickly parked up on the curb and ran down after it. I turned right at the end of it, and ran across until I found and old, run down church. It was all there still, no roof missing or anything. But it was definitely not in shape.

Crouching next to a stained glass window with a hole in, I listened to them.

"The bitch'll come. He said so." Said a deep, gravelly voice.

"Yeah but, what if she brings an army of the vamps?" Asked a nervous one.

"Shut up! Of course she won't waist the time on that. She thinks she can take us on her own. Which she probably can. But we have something she wants." Gravelly voice chuckled. "Look at him. I can't believe he fell for it. Tell a love sick boy we have his girl and we'll kill her if he doesn't come, and he'll do anything. HA. Genius."

"Look! The girl's waking! What do we do with her? Now we no she's not the one we want? Aww, give her me please Romm! I'll take marvelous care of her…" An excited voice asked disgustingly.

Gravely voice- Romm- replied. "I guess so. She's no use to me." He chuckled darkly.

The excited one let out a shriek of delight, and said, "Yes!"

The nervous voice was no longer nervous. "Let me share!"

"No Roofy! She's mine!" Laughed excited one.

"No!" Cracked a pained voice. Stark. "Leave her alone!" He yelled. There was a sound like something was moving fast through the air, which slapped against something. Stark let out a growl of pain.

I had enough. Running out of my hiding place I belted through the worm holed thick doors to face them.

The man who was driving the rusty white van earlier turned to face me. "Ah. And here she is. Beauty ain't she?" He said. His gravelly voice told me he was Romm.

"Get away from her!" gasped Stark.

The thin, creepy guy laughed and said, "No way. She's ours now."

"Roofy, I've decided you can have the blonde, if I get her." A short burly one told Roofy, the lanky creep.

Roofy seemed to shiver, but it was more like a twitch. He was sweating. A drug addict. He replied, "Haha, no way Pott's. Wasn't like you were willing to share earlier. Anyway, this en's prettier.

I looked away from him to Stark, who had chains from his wrists and ankles to the floor, so he looked like he was crawling. But really he couldn't move. He had red slices across his back, making me gasp with horror. I noticed a medium sized, muscled biker dude holding a thin silver whip. Stark was strong, but the size of the chains that bound him where to strong for even him.

"Stark!" I whispered in pain.

Romm laughed. "Derik. Go on." The man holding the whip -Derik- raised his arm slowly, grinning with yellow teeth, and then brought down the whip across Stark's back. He cried out, a noise that tore through me, making me squeeze my eyes shut and call fire.

"Ah ah ah!" Tsked Romm. "Don't play with fire little girl if you don't expect a burn in return!" He laughed as Potts and Derik pulled a weak Stark onto his knees, and Romm took something from the fifth biker, the biggest one, and said "Thank you Grimly." The thing exchanged was a silver stake.

My eyes were wide as he held it to Starks back. "There is a place in the back, where if you stab through it, you can hit the heart." He laughed. "My dagger happens to be on that spot right now deary. And if you set fire to me, Grimly over there has a gun aimed at lover boy too!"

Stark was breathing heavily, he looked up into my eyes, pleading me to run.

The fire in my palm went out, as I sent fire away.

Romm laughed and I said, "What do you want?" in a firm whisper.

"I want a swap. You for him. But when we let him leave, if you kill us all, I have some friends who know where to find you. Or him." He grinned at me. I was stuck and he knew it.

"You have friends?" I spat, earning me a glare.

"Fiery ain't she? That will be very good in a few minutes." Growled Roofy.

I shivered and suddenly felt very sick.

I closed my eyes. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because someone doesn't like you. And hired us to… dispose of you. But they didn't say we can't have some fun first!" Romm replied.

I nodded solemnly. Stark would live. I would die. "Okay. I'll stay. Just- please let Stark go." I said quietly.

"No. NO! No Zoey don't! Don't! Please don't do this! NO!" Stark was dragged out of the church, I didn't meet his eyes the whole time. He was loaded into the back of the van by Potts and Derik. They drove off at high speed.

I took a deep breath and turned back around to face them. Only to find Roofy and inch away from my face, grinning.

I gasped and started to jump back but he grabbed my wrist roughly, with sweaty thin hands. His other reached around my head to grasp my hair, it felt like it was ripping out causing my screech. Forcing my face up, he planted a sickly wet kiss on my lips. I tried to squirm away but he held my hair tighter so I screamed. My mouth now open he forced his tongue in. I started to cry.

He pulled away laughing, then pulled my hair forward making me stagger. Romm was laughing and came around to kick me in my side. Roofy started to drag me by my hair, up the steps that were at either side of the room, with the alter in the center. At the top of the stairs was a floor with chairs stuck to the walls along each side. In the middle was a table, huge and square, covered in dust.

Romm took my legs and Roofy, releasing my hair, lifted me from under my arms. Together they lay me on the dusty grey table.

I just lay there. No point in fighting. If they tortured me, they tortured me. I couldn't do anything. This was like my sacrificial table.

But then Roofy un-buttoned my jeans. "What are you doing?" I gasped wriggling.

Romm pinned my arms above my head so I couldn't move them. I kicked out but stopped when Roofy said, "Stop it or your red vamp'll be dead my morning!"

I stopped my leg movement, breathing deep and hard. "Please," I moaned as he pulled off my converse. "No!" I cried out as he pulled my jeans off. I started crying.

Roofy was staring at my legs, then travelling up. He chuckled, "No way am I turning back now. I'm already stiff."

To prove it he took my hand and held it against his jeans. I sobbed desperately. "No, no, no…" I cried.

"Yes, yes, yes… That's what you'll be saying in a minute!" Roofy laughed.

Romm released my arms, knowing I'd keep them there and tried to pull up my top, I slapped at his hands and he chuckled. "No matter, it's not the top half of you we need." He grinned.

Roofy had un-buckled his belt and jeans and crawled up on the table beside me. He forced my legs to wrap around his waist.

And I lay there. About to be raped by a greasy thin man and a, muscled one. I closed my eyes, and thought about Stark. If I didn't do this, he'd die.

Roofy positioned himself, then was about to pull down my underwear, but then started arguing with Romm at why he had to go first.

'Zoey!' Stark thought to me, reading my thoughts.

'Stark I love you! I-' I was cut off as Roofy placed another wet kiss on my lips, trying to anoy Romm.

I cried out in desperation. I brought in a shaking, teary breath. "No!" I shouted, my voice echoing through the church.

Roofy had won the argument and reached up to grasp my thighs. My underwear was still on for now. But in a few seconds I'd beg to differ.

"No!" I moaned. Roofy clawed at my chest, just below my neck trying to rip my top. My chest dripped blood and I screeched batting his hands that had started drifting lower.

'Zoey.' Stark called sounding angry and pained. 'Oh Zoey.' Tears streaked down my face, hearing Stark's mental voice. Roofy was just about to pull down my underwear, when I heard Stark's voice again.

This time his voice was real.

"Get your hands off my girlfriend." He growled, and suddenly, Roofy was gone. I quickly struggled upright with a gasp and a cry.

Romm was lying on the floor, blood dripping from his head. Stark was suddenly stood on the table beside me. I felt so weak from struggling I just fell back onto the table. My side hurt where Romm had kicked me, my chest hurt and had scratch's from Roofy's nails. So did the sides of my hips where he gripped them, they where bleeding. Stark's eyes where scarlett as he looked down at me. He pulled up my underwear with a tight jaw, pulling a baggy t-shirt over my head, because my own top was ripped and covered in blood.

"Stark, I-" I started to talk in a weak whisper. I felt blood trickle down the side of my face from where Roofy had clawed it.

"Shh," He whispered, kissing my forehead. "I've got you now Zoey, it's ok." I started to cry quietly as he picked me up bridal style, my legs hung over his strong arm limply, but I clutched to his shirt sobbing into it as he jumped off the table.

"Is she going to be ok?" I heard someone ask.

Stark looked down at me with pained eyes, "She's just in shock right now." He said quietly as he carried me down the steps.

I had my eyes shut but felt a drowsy feeling sweep over me. I tried to open them, but they only fluttered, and then refused. Then my hands stopped clutching at Starks top as I drifted out of reality.

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