Vamp-napped

Charlotte's P.O.V.

"Why aren't we just killing her?" A voice asked from the other side of a door. The voice belonged to someone who I had just met recently, but I couldn't place it.

The room I was in was dark, with no source of light other than the bottom of a door, and that didn't help at all. I was in a dark room, tied up, and all alone. The chair I was in was rough, and my back ached from sleeping straight up.

My wrists, bound to the chair with thick rope, had grotesque burns that still seemed to be sizzling, and I knew it had to be holy water. Only that would have such an effect on my skin. The burns felt like a hundred little needles pricking my skin, each going deeper and deeper as the water spread, burning more and more.

"Amara, I will tell you this once more, like I have been for the last hour. We need to sacrifice her where she died. The only way to get Genevieve back is to splash the blood where the body was buried. The gypsy will take care of the rest." Another voice told her sternly, and that was when I began to freak. The vampires who had kidnapped me were planning on sacrificing me to get someone back.

As my eyes adjusted even further, I could see two silhouettes, one petite and feminine, the other towering. She knew it was the man and woman from the alley. She had been kidnapped by a pair of crazy vampires.

"She's waking up Demetri. I can hear her heart." With this, the door opened, revealing two people. Their faces, rid of the vampiric side, looked beautiful. It seemed outrageously unfair that two people so crazy were so aesthetically pleasing , but I guess the same could be said for my boys.

"Ah, did you sleep well, little halfling?" Although it was phrased as a question, I knew I wasn't supposed to answer. I did anyways.

"Lovely. Having your head slammed into a wall makes for a great power nap." As I said this, the gleam in Demetri's eyes sharpened. His face still held the same soft skin, but his eyes held a sadistic and murderous look.

My head was pounding, and I could feel a sticky liquid clumping my hair. I was sure it was blood. I could smell the difference in the air, making chills go up and down my arms.

"Since she wants to be sarcastic, I say we should do what we planned to do at the beginning. What do you think, Amara?" The woman, Amara, seemed to get even more excited than she was before. Her eyes flickered back and forth between me and the man.

"Oh, Demetri, I think that sounds wonderful! It only serves her right. They took her from us, so we're taking her from them." I didn't understand what she was saying, Who did the boy's take from them, and why did they assume I was so important to them? Nothing she was saying was making sense.

"Let's start then. Just remember, don't kill her. We still need her, but that doesn't mean she can't pay for what they did to us." And then it started.

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Third Person's P.O.V

"David, where is she?" Marko asked impatiently, his anxiety spiking, making the whole group feel agitated. David, while usually being the calm and composed one, was freaking out as well. The only difference, he hid it better.

The four vampires had met in the alley to pick up Charlotte only to find the wall and ground trickled with blood. It wasn't just any blood. It was Charlotte's.

Their mate was gone, and it didn't look like she went willingly. The only problem with figuring out who might've taken her would be the fact that they had multiple enemies. The Santa Carla hunting ground was rich and full of life. Runaways were common which made feeding extremely easy to hide, not to mention the rough surf and rocky cliffs. The bodies would never be found. It was for these few reasons that they had so many. Many tried to challenge Max for territory, but this seemed too personal to be that.

"I don't know Marko, but we will find her. Dwayne, Paul, you two go to Max. Tell him what's happened. Marko and I are going to go get Star and Laddie. We are to meet behind VideoMax in ten minutes."

Nodding, the boys left on their separate missions, but all of them were thinking about her. Constant protective thoughts played in their heads. Their minds we're running with thoughts of who could've done it, and why.

They had never told her about mates, and now, it was their biggest regret. If she didn't make it out of this, they didn't know what they would do.

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Charlotte felt broken. Her ears were ringing with her own screams, and she could smell the disgusting copper scent of her blood permeating The Room. Her eyes, well right eye to be exact, scanned the room tiredly. Her left eye was swollen shut, surrounded by darkening skin.

All over her skin, cuts dripped the red liquid, and if she hadn't already, she would've vomited looking at it. She knew it was disgusting, having it all over herself, but after seeing the way skin could peel back, it came up. The acidic smell made her head spin as she tried to stay awake.

The bright fluorescent lights were disorienting, and every few minutes, one of them came back in to make sure she wasn't asleep.

'-or dead.' Her mentality had grown darker than she could've imagined in the small amount of time she was here. She held no hope of being found, only of dying quickly. After a while, time seemed to blur together. She had no food, no blood, and everything the two were doing seemed to be exactly what they needed to do to break her down even more.

As she sat in The Room alone, Charlotte had quite a bit of time to think about everything, ranging from her old family to her new one. Thoughts of Star and Laddie visited her mind quite a bit, but no one stayed on it more than the Lost Boys. She often thought of the boys, and begged Lilith to keep them safe. She had failed, and her two abductors seemed to enjoy making that clear to her.

The half-vampire didn't know how long she had stayed there. It could've been hours, or it could've been weeks. Her only hope was that it would end soon. Death, as it seemed, was the only option. The boys had yet to find her, and she was alone. She couldn't fight them by herself, and anything was better than this.

The door opened, and Amara, the one who had basically ripped her shoulder out of the socket, came in, sharp eyes glancing around. The smirk that seemed to constantly stay on her face grew bigger when she saw the state her victim was in. It was always fun to mess with them before killing them.

Charlotte was surprised Amara didn't have the knife with her. Every time she had come into The Room, she would have one. It unnerved the victim, as it was something different from the routine she had been following. The full vampire was holding something behind her back, and Charlotte could feel her anxiety rise to new heights. Change was never a good thing.

"You're not falling asleep, are you? Even so, I think you need something to wake you up." Smirking, the brunette pulled the object from behind her. Growing up in the south, Charlotte immediately recognized it. The device she held was an electric cattle prod, not strong enough to kill, but able to cause significant pain.

"Oh, I see you know what this is. Well, Demetri had it modified for me. The pain is said to be five times higher than normal." As Charlotte listened, she was only confirmed in her belief that the woman was batshit crazy. It didn't seem as though she were talking about a torture device. No, the tone of her voice was more like someone admiring a piece of artwork in a famous museum.

"Let's begin, shall we?"

A/N: Don't you hate it when authors don't update in forever? Again, i want to apologize. I know it's been forever. Honestly, I been having trouble getting inspired lately, like always haha. Anyways, it seems like Charlotte is going through it. Poor girl. I wasn't too explicit with the torture, but it wasn't good at all. Well, until next time lovelies! Hope you, whoever I still reading this, enjoyed! -Emily