FR3AKS

Ch.12

Sora smiled into the multiple kisses he received from his blonde lover, and when Roxas starred into his eyes, he could not help but smile wider. He was so happy that he and Roxas had just had sex, and now he knew that he was accepted and lover for who and what he was. His heart pounded against his rib cage and butterflies made themselves welcome in his stomach.

Thought when the vampire got out of the warm bed to clean himself up, the brunette missed his presence.

His blue yes watched the vampire leave and as soon as the door closed, Sora heard a crash come from the window. He looked over to see what had happened. As soon as he sat up to inspect, his eyes fell closed, his body fell back onto the messy bed and he was knocked out cold.

Cold. Trapped. Bare.

That's all Sora was feeling. The sound of dripping water filled his wolf ears, constantly.

Drip Drip Drip

The sound was soft, but to a sleeping werewolf, it was annoying and repetitive. His body felt heavy and he felt weak as he tried to move his body. It smelled horrible where he was, like mold and rotting corpses left to disintegrate. The wolf boy went to plug his nose to be rid of the smell but his hands disobeyed their orders. Sora moved them around, or tried to but they were bound by something cold and it dug into the bone known as his wrist.

Panicked, his eyes darted open and widened when he saw where he was. This was not home. The room he was in, it was huge! As his blue, terrified eyes looked around more, the walls were of sanded blocks. This place looked like an old, run down castle and Sora was in the ballroom. Some parts of the walls have crumbled into pieces of ruble on the hard floor, where Sora was bound. His hands were cuffed to the wall, since the metal restraints were bolted to the smelly, run down wall.

The room was lit by fire, mounded on the wall by posts.

Sora shuddered, the smell was getting to be too much for his sensitive nose, plus he was chilled to the bone with nothing covering his body but the chains around his wrists and the maroon collar around his neck.

Sora was terrified.

He wished Roxas was there, and to the brunette's dying hope, the vampire would barge through the wooden doors on the left. But… would he?

The werewolf gagged, the stench made him nauseated more and more. Panting, Sora bowed his head down and vomited on the already dirtied, hard floor. Some got on his feet but that was the least of his worries when he heard an unfriendly and deep voice,

"Couldn't keep it down, could you wolf-boy?"

Sora's head whipped up and his ears pointed towards the ceiling. His eyes widened and he thought his mind was playing tricks on him, as the figure with blonde, spiky hair walked into the room. The brunette's tail wagged slightly.

"Roxas?" he called.

The figure hissed and was in front of Sora in mere seconds; a hand grabbed onto the blood stained collar, making the wolf-boy gasp, "Don't you DARE mention that worthless, pestering brother of mine in front of me!" the blonde spat into his prisoner's face. His blood red eyes stared into Sora's teary ones.

"Brother?" Sora's shaky, quiet voice repeated.

The red eyed man smirked, showing large, sharp fangs on each side of his mouth and he let go of Sora, backing away from the brunette.

"Ha! Oh, Roxas never mentioned me? Let alone a blood brother? Wow, I thought I was the heartless one." The man laughed cynically. Sora's ears dropped and his lips quivered in fear as the blonde demon sniffed the air "Too bad I despise wold blood, or you would be dead, small one."

"B-But Roxas-" Sora started but was cut off.

"Roxas! Is a weakling! After 300 years he still can't control his bloodlust."

Sora shook his head softly, and it barely moved at all "Who are you?" he asked the stranger sternly.

The blonde creature looked up, "I'm Cloud; the one who killed Roxas."

The werewolf's eyes widened once again before Cloud asked in return, "And you, wolf boy?" He crossed his pale, strong arms "Why does my brother take a strong liking to you?" he asked, curioiusly.

"I'm Sora… me and Roxas are in-"

"Love!" Cloud finished for the wolf boy. He chuckled "Vampire's cannot love So-ra. We are dead; our hearts are empty."

"NO!" Sora yelled, "Roxas is different! He loves me! And I love him!"

Cloud spat on the ground, spitting saliva at his feet at Sora's words "He's playing you!"
The brunette's ears stayed down "But… he-"

"Has he told you?"

At this, Sora's head hung low. No… Roxas had never said it to him that he was aware of. When Sora confessed to the vampire, Roxas never said it back. The wolf's heart felt heavy now.

"To vampires, humans, along with any other creatures, are our toys. We lure innocent flesh into bed, use them to our liking and when we are done with them, we kill them." Cloud said coldly, grinning evilly.

Sora shook his head in disbelief. Roxas was… Roxas had drunk his blood before. The werewolf vividly remembers the blonde's blood driven eyes, and the way his fangs sunk into his skin. All emotion had been wiped off his face and eyes, during the times when Roxas went ALL out vampire on him.

Maybe Cloud was right… maybe Roxas was using him all along and that this love of theirs was artificial. Nothing but a pale ghost in the dark, deceiving and only whispers of nothing.

"All this time, dear Roxas was earning your trust. Hell, I believe I just saved your life, Sora." Cloud chimed, brushing his fingers and thumb over his chin.

Tears overflowed in the brunette's eyes and cascaded down his face. His hope had been broken and his heart had been played with and tricked. Sora was right in his mind. He really was alone in this cruel world.

"Why are you doing this?" Sora asked, his voice full of fear and anger, as he glared at the taller vampire.

Cloud shrugged, still smirking "If you say Roxas "Loves" you, then like a good little bitch, he'll come rescue you." He laughed again, "If he doesn't, your mine wold-boy." The vampire licked his sharper, deadlier pointed teeth. His blood red orbs looked Sora up and down before turning and walking out the door. A slam of the wooden doors followed and Sora was left alone; terrified and depressed. He could hear his captor's footsteps down the halls outside of this room; he could hear them getting quieter and farther away until they died down. Just how big was this place?

The exhausted brunette sighed heavily.

He was going to die there.

The pain in his chest was unbearable. It felt as if his whole world had ended, and Sora felt so empty inside. Everything… everything he loved, everything he dreamed… was a lie.

Why him? He had trusted Roxas so much!

The sting in his heart grew stronger, making him wince and gasp at the pain. That's when he realized, this was no emotional pain: it was physical.

Suddenly his whole body was in pain, from his feet to the ears on his head.

Had Cloud done something to him already? Did he know Roxas wouldn't come?

Sora's lungs felt like they were being crushed and he couldn't breathe that well.

As panicked as he was, this somehow felt like it was supposed to happen. The veins in his body bulged and the sweat poured from his forehead. The prisoner grunted, his nails grew thicker, pushing through the skin from where they began to show. The little muscled he had, swelled a little and he thought he was going crazy. It hurt. Everything made him hurt now. Any movement would cause a rippling pain to jab at his nerves. His heart had been shattered from his realization that Roxas did not love him.

He was for sure; he was going to die now.

Cloud was smirking while he walked down the halls this of this old, abandoned castle. From his point of view, Sora would be dead by morning. He doubted his little brother would rescue him or if he did, Cloud would be sure to end them both.

He hated the thought of love and caring for others but he loved to make others suffer and wallow in sadness.

He made his way down another hall, where a figure in a black cloak was waiting for him, leaning against the dusty wall with crossed arms.

"Ah, my spy! I must say, you did well with shooting Sora and tracking him for me." Cloud said stopping a few feet away from the hidden spy, who just stood there, a smirk spread across his smooth complexion.

"You bring news of Roxas?" Cloud asked the cloaked person.

"Yes. I do." The figure replied in a low tone, almost secretive. "After you came and kidnapped our prey, your little brother actually panicked. He was running through the halls, desperate for answers."

Cloud raised a blonde brow, intrigued that Roxas was so reactive to the kidnapping. The vampire grinned wider "Hmm, the little shit cares? Pfft! What a hoax!" he waved it off with his hand "And the pictures?" he asked.

The spy nodded "They should be within Roxas' grasp when I return to the mansion." The spy turned so his back was facing the vampire "And no one suspects anything of me." He added brushing a layered strand of pink hair from his face.

Cloud chuckled "Excellent." He was most pleased with his spy. He was quite the actor and deceiver. He had managed to fool everyone in the mansion, betray the werewolf by using a crossbow filled with dark magic he had stolen from Zexion, shot Sora with it so Cloud could track the brunette and make Roxas suffer more.

With that said, the spy vanished from Cloud's view just as Leon, his faithful companion, turned the corner carrying a bundle of clothes in his arms with a plate of raw meat balanced on top, "I never thought you could be so cold, Cloud." He said to the vamp.

Cloud only shrugged "At least I'm giving the wolf boy clothing." He stated, "When you are done that, we have matters to discuss." He told the older brunette before he too, disappeared into the darkness.

Leon sighed and continued walking down the hall to where their prisoner was being held.

And to the man, Sora seemed quite familiar to him, like he had seen the wolf boy somewhere before. In photographs, he was sure but he could not remember detail. Though Leon was just a simple man, and still young it's like he knew Sora. He felt connected to him
He could never tell Cloud or the vampire would have his head. Still, Leon would have to look up where he had seen Sora before. His family history book was in his room and he would for sure take a look later.
He entered the room where the werewolf was being held and found he was out cold. The man set the clothes on a big piece of wall that had fallen from one of the rows of columns beside the smaller brunette. A rush a curiosity made its way into his thoughts as he glanced at Sora, who looked like he needed a bath, but Leon would not dare.

So the brunette set the food in front of the werewolf and he backed away towards the door, closing it quietly behind him. Now he would do a little research to see just why Sora haunted his memories.

Ally: Wow! 2 chapters up in 1 month! You must be really inspired Ally!

Well, No. It's the exact opposite. I'm depressed. I have been for a whole 2 weeks.

And like I always have, I take my emotions out on my writing, which helps me to focus on the plot and stuff more than my self-pity. Plus my body has enough scars and I don't need any more.

Whether this is a good thing or bad, at least I'm getting FR3AKS written, right?

Also this dear story is coming to an end. There may be 2-3 chapters left before I'm moving onto bigger and better stories; which deal more with real life, like drama, horror, suspense, life in general ;D