Curiosity Killed The Cat
Chapter 4: Captured and Tortured
Was this how it ends? I thought to myself in dismay as they began to drag me back out of the library and into the hallway, back into hell. I was going to end up just like the people from the tour group. That's what they were going to do to me... if I was lucky.
Their screams and cries for help tore through my mind as I replayed the scenario over and over again. They had been ripped apart and eaten by these things and I just sat there with my mouth open, looking like an idiot. Their deaths were the most brutal thing I witnessed, and their only crime was being alive. I broke into their home, violated their sanctum, and exposed the truth, and scared their wives half to death, well as close to death as you could get considering they were already dead.
Oh god. Please, please make it quick. Please let them be too enraged to drag out my death, I begged. I begged and prayed harder than I ever have before. My biggest regret in life was my curiosity. I was always getting into trouble with my mother and father for letting my curiosity override my self preservation.
"Curiosity killed the cat," Mother told me angrily before slamming the door shut behind her, leaving me alone in my room, grounded. I sighed, laying down on my bed, a small smile on my lips.
"But satisfaction brought it back," I declared smugly.
Oh how wrong I had been. It seems I had expended all my nine lives and there was nothing left to do. I wondered if mom and dad missed me? No, my biggest regret in life wasn't my curiosity, it was not having the chance to say goodbye to my overbearing, protective parents.
They met in foster care when they were put in the same house together. They both suffered from the experience, from constantly moving to one place to the next, to the abusive foster parents, and the kids who were just as bad, if not worse.
But the one thing that succeeded in breaking them was there last foster parent. I don't know anything about him, or even his name, all I know was that one night he drank himself into oblivion and my mom chose the wrong time to walk into the kitchen. He tried to... rape her. But before he could, my dad walked in and got him off her.
He lunged for the both of them, but before he could get close, dad grabbed a kitchen knife and stabbed him several times in the abdomen before my mom finished the deed... and slit his throat so he couldn't hurt them again. He drowned in his own blood. My mom and dad ran away as fast as they could. They started running and they haven't stopped since. They had a warrant out for their arrest. But killing their foster parent left them paranoid they would be caught and thrown in jail. So they hid, and ran. Doing their hardest to stay out of trouble, blending into the crowd, being invisible, careful not to leave a paper trail.
They ran and ran all over the place. But then my mom found out she was pregnant with me and they were forced to settle down. They moved to a secluded house in Germany, on a beautiful green hill, a few miles away from any kind of civilization. That's where I was raised. That was my home. Was. Until I grew tired of their paranoia and overprotective nature and left when I was seventeen. I felt like they were suffocating me with all their strict rules about staying away from people and staying inside the house. I always loved the idea of adventure and for them to keep me locked away, it seemed cruel and unfair to me.
After seventeen years of living invisibly and only having the company of my parents and nature, I left to see the world for myself, to experience adventure, to talk to people, make friends, and just enjoy life. And I did. I met knew people, I experienced life living, I made friends, I made enemies, and I even met someone. Our relationship was mostly physical though. But I still enjoyed it.
I wonder where she was now? If she was happy, living it up, maybe even still smoking marijuana on the weekends like we used to. But none of that mattered now, because here I was, being dragged towards monsters from hell, preparing myself for execution.
Their grip on my arms was almost bone breaking as they carelessly dragged my lifeless body around, pulling me in one direction to another.
I cried, screamed and begged, but I think it was only turning them on. I clawed at their marble like hands, but I didn't even leave a scratch. I didn't really expect to seeing as they were vampires, but I wasn't going to die without a fight. I will not just accept it. I tried twisting my body left to right to try and relinquish their hold on me, but it was all for naught. They just laughed at my pathetic attempts.
My breathing turned ragged when I recognized the familiar hallway. It was the hallway I had walked along before, only eight hours ago with all those people. Have they even cleaned up the bodies yet? I really didn't want to see them again, and their lifeless stare.
I let my head drop to my chest, as I let the long overdue tears fall down my red cheeks onto the floor below me. My fiery red hair falling around my face like a curtain, shielding me from the truth for as long as possible. My chest hurt from how hard my heart was pounding.
My breathing stopped when I heard the sound of double oak wood doors opening. Their cold, hard hands dragged me into the room.
Without a word of warning they suddenly chucked me to the floor, my body slamming into the sewage drain. I held back my cry of pain, not wanting to give them the satisfaction as my chest and arms throbbed from the force of the impact.
"A human?" I heard someone question while I tried to use my hands and push myself off the ground.
I grunted in pain when one of those bastards slammed their foot into the square of my back, sending me crashing to the ground again as my arms gave out.
"That's what all this fuss has been about? A simple human who had wandered into our home?" I think it was Aro talking. I lazily dragged my head up slightly, vaguely seeing their forms from the cracks between my hair.
"Jane?" Caius called.
"Yes master?" I heard what sounded like some... little girl respond.
"Show our guest what happens when you break the law," Caius hissed.
I mustered up the strength to pick my head off the floor and I saw her. Her golden hair was pulled up into a tight neat bun, her red eyes shining brightly in the dimly lit room. She looked to be only fourteen years old. But the thing that stood out most was her sadistic smile slowly stretching across her lips.
"Pain," she said one word.
What? I didn't understand what was happening. Then it hit me. Literally.
My bones felt like they were being broken over and over again, each time even more painful than the last. My organs were being pulled apart, slowly, painfully. I had never known such a pain could even exist. I curled into a ball, hoping to protect myself from her onslaught but it didn't work. Moving only made it worse. Fire lapped at my skin, surrounding me in an embrace of agony as I screamed as loud as my lungs would allow me. I was being burned alive. How was she doing this?
"Ah!" I screamed and screamed, hoping it would relieve the pain, but it only made it worse as my blood boiled as my high pitched wails reached new heights.
Everything made it worse. My body convulsed and twitched violently as waves of... I couldn't even call it pain because it was so much more than that, crashed over me and again and again. My heart was beating too fast, it was physically burning my chest. I couldn't take much more of this. My heart was going to give out. Maybe that was their plan all along. Every cell in my body was being ripped apart, over and over again, like I was caught in a never ending loop of pain!
I yelled, screamed, and cried but nothing was working! How could something so little and defenseless looking cause so much pain. She hadn't even touched me for fuck's sake! Someone help me! How long was this going to last? How long were they going to burn me at the stake? I didn't mean any harm I swear I was only curious! Fuck, someone make it stop!
My throat burned as I screamed, writhing along the ground as the fire consumed every single part of me, ripping and tearing through me like I was paper. Was this my punishment for my curiosity? I hoped the devil was kinder than this evil bitch in front of me.
~CKTC~
Aro frowned and shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he watched the red headed human scream to her dying heart's content. Normally Aro wouldn't particularly mind torturing a human to death, for there were plenty more, but as he looked at her writhing body, something felt wrong.
He glanced at his brothers to see they held the same discomfort on their face. An overwhelming need to stop this captured him by surprise. He decided he was going to be merciful today and give her a quick death instead.
"Jane,"
A single word and the screaming ceased as Jane relinquished her hold on the poor soul. He nodded towards Raphael, one of his guards members who had found her, finding it fitting for him to be the one to eat her as he was the one to find her.
He grabbed the girl by the scruff of her neck like she was bitch being picked up by her mother and roughly held her to him. He reached up and yanked her head back, exposing her throat to him and he leaned down for the kill.
But her fiery red hair fell back from her pale, chalky face, revealing her bright blue eyes that were looking directly into theirs.
The brothers froze as their eyes glazed over. Their lonely, pain filled souls were filled with a warmth they had never felt. For the first time since their transformation, they felt complete. The human in front of them was their queen. Their queen... they were torturing their own queen. Their hearts shattered into a million pieces as they looked into her pain filled eyes, pain they had cause to her.
"Stop!" Aro shouted as he stood up. "Release her!" He cried, hysterical.
~CKTC~
"Stop! Release her!" I heard someone yell just as I was about to be drained dry. As soon as bastard holding me up released me, I tumbled to the ground, my legs collapsing underneath me.
"Master?" the asshole behind me questioned.
"Out, everyone," Aro commanded but nobody moved in their confusion.
I groaned as I lifted my head, to see Aro had risen from his stupid throne and was halfway down the steps, looking at me in horror and concern, as were his brothers. What?
Caius swiftly stood up from his throne as well, "OUT!" he roared. Fuck, everyone cleared out in literally less then a second... leaving the door... wide... open... this could be my chance.
I turned back to them, mustering up all my strength and I managed to heave myself upwards onto my hands and knees. Aro looked torn as he outstretched his hand in my direction a little, looking like he wanted to help me, or keep away from me as not to scare me even further. Well too late assholes.
"Oh darling," Aro... whimpered? "We are so sorry. We never meant to... we didn't know..." he trailed off as he stepped closer to me.
What? I don't... understand... what? I couldn't think properly as my vision started to darken. I blinked and Aro was crouched in front of me, holding out his hand. I jerked backwards, my hand brushing his for just a few seconds, and I landed on my backside. I frowned when I felt something warm blossom in my chest. I did not like it at all. Aro's eyes glazed over for a few seconds before he seemed to snap out of it.
"Please," he tried reaching for me again, "Catalina, let us explain,"
I jerked back again in fear, "How...?" My voice was broken and rough from all the screaming I had just done. They winced in unison when they heard it. "How do you know my name?"
I started crawling backwards, increasing the distance between us when my slow mind realized both Caius and Marcus were inching closer to me. My breathing caught in my throat as I looked Aro in the eye, both of out of fear and confusion.
"Why didn't you just kill me?" I spat, relishing in their guilty expression. Good! They fucking should feel guilty for trying to kill me! I didn't harm anyone! I was just curious. I did not deserve whatever that little witch bitch did to me.
"We could never kill you, amore," Marcus whispered in his gravelly voice.
"Why?!" I screamed at them, the pain inside my body only fueling my anger, "Why me? Why did you spare me but not all those other people?! You slaughtered them without a single thought yet you hesitate with me! Why?" Marcus and Caius both looked shocked at the revelation that I had witnessed their massacre, but Aro just looked heart broken.
"Because," he reached for me, but I scrambled away, not wanting him to touch me again. He sighed sadly, but let his hand drop, "You're our mate,"
I blinked, "What?" This can't be real. This has to be a joke. I looked at their faces, carefully... dread filled me when I realized they were absolutely serious.
Run, run, run.
I scrambled backwards and managed to clamber to my feet before whirling around and sprinting towards the door, turning myself invisible so they couldn't follow me.
"Catalina! Wait!"
As soon as I stepped through the doors I whirled around and slammed by back against the stone wall, predicting they were going to try to run after me. I predicted right as I saw them blur through the door, calling my name desperately as they ran down the hall. I stayed there for a minute, holding my breath for as long as I could as I strained my ears to listen to see if anyone was around. I breathed a sigh of relief before turning down the opposite way they went and started limping through the corridors, holding onto the wall for support as my legs shook.
I could still hear them calling my name. My heart pounded unevenly in my chest as I limped farther and farther away from them, as if it was protesting leaving them behind. Well my heart could stick it. Fuck that. Fuck that a million times over.
After a while my vision started to darken again. I was going to pass out. I had to get out of sight before that happened. I couldn't turn invisible if I was asleep, another downside of my... gift? Curse? Thing? Whatever.
I randomly selected a door and slipped through as quietly as I could after taking a peep through the keyhole, making sure no one was in there. It seemed like an art room, though it was dusty and covered in sheets and it looked like it hadn't been used in... decades. There were a few unfinished paintings scattered around the room. It looked abandoned. Good. It would have to do for now.
I collapsed on my knees when my legs finally gave out. I crawled over to the very back of the room, hiding behind a few crates before I crawled under a table, hidden by a white sheet. My breathing turned shallow as I let the darkness take me.
What a fucking day.
A/N: O_O … um, so yeah, that happened. Shit. Catalina was tortured by her own mates. I honestly have no idea where that came from. Jane wasn't suppose to torture her, but the idea just popped into my head and I decided to roll with it and see where it would lead me.
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