Bethany woke up when she felt something run across her foot. She tried to
open her eyes, but couldn't. They hurt too much. Her arms were killing her.
Why couldn't she move them?
Bethany forced her eyes open. It was dark. Just so dark. She pulled on her arms and found that they had restraints. Chains. Someone had chained her to a wall! Bethany tried not to panic. 'Be strong. Mommy and Daddy wouldn't cry. Be strong.'
She tried to remember how she got there. She remembered people jumping in through the windows. She remembered Uncle Gabriel telling her and Teresa and Jamie to hide. She hadn't listened. She grabbed her sword off the wall and started attacking. They must have knocked her out and taken her.
She bit her lip. Had they killed them? Were they here with her? Who had taken her? She tried to see through the darkness, trying to make out any other human life forms.
Suddenly, a door swung open, letting light shine through. She turned her head and blinked her eyes. The door closed again, but she could hear breathing. Someone had entered. A light came on above her.
The crypt was disgusting. Rats lived in the walls, blood stained the floor, and worst of all, hanging from the wall were devices that looked all too horrifying. Bethany didn't scream like she wanted to. She made her eyes adjust and stared at her captor. He smiled his ancient smile and came towards her.
"Bethany, my dear grand daughter." She glared at him. He moved closer. "You promised to drop by, but you never did get around to it. I just thought I would help you here."
"You are evil." She spat out at him. He looked at her amused.
"And who told you that?" He asked smirking. She didn't answer. "Daddy, I assume."
Bethany bit her lip. She wanted her Daddy so much right now. 'Be brave. Stop being a wimp. Be brave.' He moved so that he was inches away from her. His hand touched hers and she wanted to rip it away, but her hand was wrenched in place. He traced the marks on her wrist.
"You have been marked." He said silently. Bethany didn't respond. She tried to bring forth the witchblade. The eye stayed closed and did not open. It did not hear her mental cries for help. It abandoned her. "Do you like pain, Bethany?"
"No." She answered a little too quickly.
"You are scared."
"I am not! Let me go! You know my Father will come, and when he does, he will kick your ass!" She yelled at him. He tilted his head and smirked. He shook a finger at her.
"Didn't he teach you to behave for your elders?"
"You are not an elder. You are ancient evil!" He shook his head. She tried to move away, but couldn't. "Stop it. Don't touch me!"
Irons smiled. Bethany's spine shivered. He grabbed something from the ceiling and moved back to her. "Then I myself will not be touching you." He growled out.
"No, get away! Stop!! Noooooooooooooooooo!"
-Later-
Dominic waited till the whole house was asleep. Each minute felt like hours. Each hour felt like an eternity. He quietly moved along the corridors till he reached a certain chamber. He put an ear to the door. No sound, but he felt her inside. He silently opened the door and came in.
Bethany was hanging by her wrist. How many times had he seen people like this, on this very wall? How many times had he'd seen people tortured to death in that very spot? He was so used to it that it never phased him.
Then why did it break his heart to see her like this?
He closed the door behind him and came over to her. "Bethany?" He whispered. She looked up at him. He wished he could have stopped it. Could have warned her. The same strong and stubborn girl he knew looked absolutely defeated.
"Dom?" She asked quietly. She had blood running down her chin. He came closer and wiped it off. He looked away from her eyes. Her fire was gone. He went over and loosened her chains. She fell to the ground. He sat before her, wiping blood away. He gave her water.
"Thanks." She said quietly. They stared at each other for a long time. Then Bethany just threw her arms around his neck. He held her till she stopped sobbing.
"I'm so sorry Bethany. I should not have let it happened."
"You couldn't do anything. Don't worry."
"I protect you. That's my destiny. And you are my best friend. I have failed you." She snuggled into his shoulder.
"Dominic, it is not your fault. You are still my friend. I do not blame you for this. It's his fault, not yours. Stop blaming yourself. Okay?" She told him. He stroked her back and nodded.
"Okay. Can I do anything to make it better?"
"Get my Daddy." She said quietly.
"I already sent something to your parents. Knowing your Dad, he should come in the morning. You will get out of here." He told her. "Anything else?"
"Stay with me till you have to go. I don't want to be here all alone." She told him quietly. He stayed till she fell asleep on him.
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Why You Never Hurt a Black Dragon
Bethany forced her eyes open. It was dark. Just so dark. She pulled on her arms and found that they had restraints. Chains. Someone had chained her to a wall! Bethany tried not to panic. 'Be strong. Mommy and Daddy wouldn't cry. Be strong.'
She tried to remember how she got there. She remembered people jumping in through the windows. She remembered Uncle Gabriel telling her and Teresa and Jamie to hide. She hadn't listened. She grabbed her sword off the wall and started attacking. They must have knocked her out and taken her.
She bit her lip. Had they killed them? Were they here with her? Who had taken her? She tried to see through the darkness, trying to make out any other human life forms.
Suddenly, a door swung open, letting light shine through. She turned her head and blinked her eyes. The door closed again, but she could hear breathing. Someone had entered. A light came on above her.
The crypt was disgusting. Rats lived in the walls, blood stained the floor, and worst of all, hanging from the wall were devices that looked all too horrifying. Bethany didn't scream like she wanted to. She made her eyes adjust and stared at her captor. He smiled his ancient smile and came towards her.
"Bethany, my dear grand daughter." She glared at him. He moved closer. "You promised to drop by, but you never did get around to it. I just thought I would help you here."
"You are evil." She spat out at him. He looked at her amused.
"And who told you that?" He asked smirking. She didn't answer. "Daddy, I assume."
Bethany bit her lip. She wanted her Daddy so much right now. 'Be brave. Stop being a wimp. Be brave.' He moved so that he was inches away from her. His hand touched hers and she wanted to rip it away, but her hand was wrenched in place. He traced the marks on her wrist.
"You have been marked." He said silently. Bethany didn't respond. She tried to bring forth the witchblade. The eye stayed closed and did not open. It did not hear her mental cries for help. It abandoned her. "Do you like pain, Bethany?"
"No." She answered a little too quickly.
"You are scared."
"I am not! Let me go! You know my Father will come, and when he does, he will kick your ass!" She yelled at him. He tilted his head and smirked. He shook a finger at her.
"Didn't he teach you to behave for your elders?"
"You are not an elder. You are ancient evil!" He shook his head. She tried to move away, but couldn't. "Stop it. Don't touch me!"
Irons smiled. Bethany's spine shivered. He grabbed something from the ceiling and moved back to her. "Then I myself will not be touching you." He growled out.
"No, get away! Stop!! Noooooooooooooooooo!"
-Later-
Dominic waited till the whole house was asleep. Each minute felt like hours. Each hour felt like an eternity. He quietly moved along the corridors till he reached a certain chamber. He put an ear to the door. No sound, but he felt her inside. He silently opened the door and came in.
Bethany was hanging by her wrist. How many times had he seen people like this, on this very wall? How many times had he'd seen people tortured to death in that very spot? He was so used to it that it never phased him.
Then why did it break his heart to see her like this?
He closed the door behind him and came over to her. "Bethany?" He whispered. She looked up at him. He wished he could have stopped it. Could have warned her. The same strong and stubborn girl he knew looked absolutely defeated.
"Dom?" She asked quietly. She had blood running down her chin. He came closer and wiped it off. He looked away from her eyes. Her fire was gone. He went over and loosened her chains. She fell to the ground. He sat before her, wiping blood away. He gave her water.
"Thanks." She said quietly. They stared at each other for a long time. Then Bethany just threw her arms around his neck. He held her till she stopped sobbing.
"I'm so sorry Bethany. I should not have let it happened."
"You couldn't do anything. Don't worry."
"I protect you. That's my destiny. And you are my best friend. I have failed you." She snuggled into his shoulder.
"Dominic, it is not your fault. You are still my friend. I do not blame you for this. It's his fault, not yours. Stop blaming yourself. Okay?" She told him. He stroked her back and nodded.
"Okay. Can I do anything to make it better?"
"Get my Daddy." She said quietly.
"I already sent something to your parents. Knowing your Dad, he should come in the morning. You will get out of here." He told her. "Anything else?"
"Stay with me till you have to go. I don't want to be here all alone." She told him quietly. He stayed till she fell asleep on him.
Coming Attractions:
Why You Never Hurt a Black Dragon