"Leaving already, love?"
Eloise lets out a small yelp of surprise and drops her only weapon, along with her bag. She quickly turns around, coming face to face with who she thinks is one of the men from the alley. At least he had the same voice as the man in the alley, but she couldn't believe how he'd walked out of the alley so fast and without her noticing.
Her brain is clearly not functioning properly because instead of screaming or running, she just stares. The man had ridiculously beautiful eyes, she could see that even in the dimly lit street. She blinks when she sees a dark red substance, which she assumed was blood, covering the man's lips and chin. Which means he had indeed bit the other person in the alley.
The man stares back, waiting for the glorious sound of despair coming from the woman's throat, which to his dismay is not transpiring. He'd heard her, which wasn't hard since the woman was stomping around in her heels as if trying to wake the neighborhood. He had listened amusedly to how the woman had tried to be quiet and stealthily but her racing heart alone had betrayed her location.
After staring for a full thirty seconds, thirty seconds too long in her mind, Eloise's brain decides to work again and she quickly turns around, ready to run.
"Running really?" The other man speaks up, looking unimpressed at the woman before him. He decided to join in on his brother's fun, smirking when he hears the gasp coming from the girl's lips before she freezes on the spot. This woman clearly was not a fighter, which was too bad.
Eloise looks at the man, he was not covered in any blood, but still had some dangerous vibe coming from him, perhaps it was because of his sharp grin and gleaming eyes, but Eloise wouldn't trust the man with a knife.
He could hear her heart racing in her chest and could almost taste her blood. He was thirsty and the morons he and his brother had just killed hadn't appealed to his appetite. This lovely creature, however, could be the solution to the burning sensation in his throat.
He loved seeing that frightened look in her eyes. People often talk about not playing with your food, but he relished it. What good was his predator and prey game if he wasn't allowed to appreciate the hunt? Perhaps he would lure the young thing into his bed first and then quench his thirst. It would be a shame not to savor her to the fullest.
Understanding he was not getting a word out of the girl he speaks up again, curious to hear the girl's voice. "You try to run from us in those death contraptions?" The man asks in a mocking tone of voice while looking interestedly at the woman's feet, which were adorned in uncomfortable-looking shoes, heels.
"I never did quite understand the use of them. Sure they look great on a pretty bird like you, but they are not very sensible." The other man adds, sharing a grin with his brother.
"I don't want to wear them. The school makes me." Eloise answers, having found her ability to speak again. The only thing she could do was keep talking in the hopes they would let her live.
"There's a high school where girls are forced to wear heels? I would love to visit that place." The man in front of her comments, a smirk playing at his lips as he takes a step towards the girl.
"No, I'm a teacher. They expect me to wear heels." Eloise mumbles embarrassedly. It wasn't exactly a rule, but certain people had aggressively hinted at the fact that sneakers weren't appropriate footwear for a teacher. She would be mistaken for a student and therefore be treated as an inferior.
"That's a bit sexist, hmm?" The first man hums, looking the girl up and down while taking a step closer to his brother, making the girl turn, ending her up with her back against the wall, no way to run off to. She could try to slip by them of course, but would not stand a chance.
"I'm not a big fan either." Eloise replies shortly, eyes darting from one handsome face to the other. She didn't like this, not one bit.
"Oh, I never said I wasn't a fan." The second one retorts, amusement dancing in his eyes.
"Enough chit-chat, what do we do with her?" The first man asks, impatience clear on his expression. This dreadful evening had gone on for long enough and he was in dire need of a good drink and a long night of sleep.
"We can kill her." The second man suggests. His smirk widens when he hears the woman's increased heartbeat.
Eloise pales.
"No need for that. It would be such a waste. What do you think, love?" The first man taunts while brushing his fingers over the woman's cheek, appreciating the feel of her soft skin.
"I won't tell anyone. I promise." Eloise prompts while trying her best not to cringe at the man's touch. There was no use in telling the men she hadn't seen anything since they had caught her. The next best thing was for her to promise to keep her mouth shut and maybe spontaneously move to another state tomorrow if she were still alive by then.
"I want to believe you, sweet girl. But promises are so easily broken." The man continues to stroke the woman's face with his fingers in an affectionate way. He did like it when they begged or made an attempt at negotiation, it always reminded him of the fact that he was on top of the food chain. It might be a bit perverted of him to frighten the woman like this, but he had bigger concerns than sparing the feelings of a young girl.
"Wait! No please, I have a dog." Eloise blurts out the first thing that comes to her mind, which was Bowie.
"You have a... dog?"
Eloise manages to bite back a sigh of relief. She had successfully confused the man, perhaps she could stall her pending doom a little longer. "Yes and he's very cute and he needs to be fed otherwise he dies."
"You care more about feeding your dog than dying yourself?" The first man tilts his head in confusion, amusement clear in his voice.
"No? Maybe-I don't know. My life isn't that interesting." Eloise squeezes her eyes shut for a second, not liking to be reminded of the insignificance of her existence.
"That's quite pathetic." The second man scoffs although his expression is mirthful.
"Don't pester the girl, Kol. She's already close to wetting herself." The first man scolds with little to no serious intent behind his words. He looks the girl over again, enjoying the slight trembling of her hands.
Eloise manages to stop herself from rolling her eyes. The last thing she wanted was to pee herself in front of these psycho's, they'd probably enjoy it.
Seeing her displeased expression the first man lets out a chuckle. "Do not worry, pretty love. You will get your chance to figure out what it is you want in life."
Eloise lets her shoulders slump a little, the tension in her back disappearing until the man, whose name was Kol, speaks up again.
"Now now, Niklaus. We can't let her go without a little sample first." Kol taps his chin, feigning a ponderous expression as if it had taken a lot out of him to come up with this idea. A gleeful smile spreads onto his face. Upon hearing his brother's statement he knew he would not get to take the girl home with him, which was a pity, but that didn't mean he could at least get a taste of the sweet-smelling girl.
Eloise's eyes widen, she didn't know what kind of cannibal nightmare she had ended up with, but she'd rather not find out. She worried about what 'sample' meant exactly, was he going to bite her throat? Eat her ear? Eloise's eyes turn to the other man, Niklaus, who seemed to call the shots. She shoots Niklaus a pleading look, which did not do much.
"Right you are. Have at it, Kol."
