Captured

Chapter two

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Isit in the middle of an old marble floor, as Blake closes the huge solid oak doors behind me with a thump. Sam stands next to me, his green eyes full of happiness as he talks lightly into the speaker of his cell phone.

Blake must have seen me shivering because he took off his heavy leather jacket and placed it lightly on my shoulders. I thanked him and I saw a shiny set of perfect white teeth sparkle from his lips. I admired his luscious caramel skin tone due to the fact that I was as pale as the moon.

I looked up at Sam who was still chatting away on his phone. His shaggy blonde hair was all wild and air blown. It looked good on him and I felt my heart flutter from underneath the heaviness of the leather jacket. I could only imagine what I must look like.

I bet my golden hair was probably all frizzy and all over the place. I bet my eyes had bags under them and my skin was covered in goose-bumps. I raised my arm to try and fix my hair when a scent filled my nostrils. It was the smell of cologne, Blake's, illuminating from his jacket. I closed my eyes and sniffed lightly as the deep scent that almost smelled like the night air awoke my senses. I hoped the guys didn't notice but when I opened my eyes, theirs were on me.

"Um, yes?" I asked stupidly. Blake took big long strides towards me only to bend down and speak to me face to face.

"Do I smell good?" He asked, wafting the scent towards me. I couldn't help but lean my face forward and my straight nose up after the scent. Blake's face followed in motion. And right when I thought he was going to kiss me, I felt hands on my forearms, which were still tied behind my back, being pulled backwards.

"What do you think you're doing?" I heard an unfamiliar voice call.

I thought the question was for me so I answered, "Nothing. I was sniffing-"

"Not you babe, him." The man answered.

"I'm no ones 'babe', honey!" I sassed as I flung my head around to yell at the man. When I turned I was yelling at the wrong person to yell at. This guy was huge and I mean even bigger than Sam or Blake. I felt a cold sweat run down my body.

He bent his face down close to mine. He was handsome, very actually. He had black hair the color of raven's wings, and eyes as bright as a crisp blue flame. His straight nose and pale complexion reminded me of a marble statue. My yellow-green eyes wondered around his face in wonder.

A small smile appeared on his lips as he grabbed my face. I blinked hard and tried looking for Sam or Blake, hoping they would do something. I managed to find Sam in the corner looking hurt with his arms folded across his chest.

I was surprised I could find my voice enough to say "S-sam?"

His head whipped around violently with the look of pure surprise on his face. I sent him a scared look as the man turned his glance from me to Sam. The man started to throw his head back and laugh as I managed to get away from him. I threw myself with one strong push as far as I could away from him. I landed face-first on the floor with a "humph" in front of Blake.

"Another one, Sam? Really?" His heavy laugh filled the room. Sam just stood there looking away, hurt clear on his face.

Blake helped me sit up and I realized that the rope tying my hands was loosening. Sam still stood frozen as the man stood up and I finally saw just how big he was.

"Pardon my rudeness, I haven't even introduced myself," He chuckled lightly then continued, "My name is Belial Kane." He cracked a smile as my face hardened.

"So you're the one that wanted me kidnapped! You fucking creep!" I yelled at him.

"Oh, Lily. You fail to realize one major part of this, you're a demon now. I own you." He said as his smile widened. I tugged a little on the rope, I could feel it loosening even more.

"H-how do you know my name you freak? And n-no one owns me! And I'm not a demon!" I shouted, my voice more confident then I felt.

"See, that's where you're wrong. And that's easy but, for now, I'll leave you wondering."

"Why do you want me anyway? What did I ever do to you?" I asked.

An evil smile spread across his face, "Excellent question babe," I rolled my eyes. "And I shall tell you some other time. For right now, I must leave."

As he turned for the door, I let my humanity and weakness take over as I said, "I just want to go home. Please?" I looked up at him, letting fear and worry fill my eyes and face.

He turned his head over his shoulder and smiled as he opened the door and left without another word.

I could feel the tears build up in my eyes. I tugged on the rope with one violent pull as it fell on the floor. I turned to see Blake and Sam near the door.

I wasn't planning on running. Belial was right, I was a demon. I could feel it. Instead, I used my newly free hands to wipe away tears as they fell from my eyes.

I felt a tug on my arm as I was pulled to my feet. Sam locked eyes with me, my heart immediately raced, and he pulled me into his arms.

"Sam?" I asked, blushing.

"Don't cry. Don't run. And don't fall for that guy. Please?" He asked as his grip tightened.

"I won't." Was all I could think of to say.

"Good. Because when people fall for that guy, normally they wind up dead," I gulped. "Not like I'd let that happen to you though." My heart skipped.

"W-why?" I asked.

"Because," He pulled away from me but held on to my forearms and locked his eyes with mine, "I'm not going to lose you. I promise. This time, I'll do it right."

I nodded, and then asked, "What do you mean 'this time'?"

"Forget it," He said as his face hardened as he turned away. "Let's get you a room. You share here, okay? There's a lot more of us then you think. We fill the whole mansion." He explained as we made our way upstairs. Blake told us he had to run errands and left. We were in a long straight hallway that you get to by taking a left when you make it up the stairs.

I found the courage to say, "Who do you bunk with?" I felt childish for saying 'bunk' but then again, I was only seventeen. I wondered how old Sam was. He couldn't be more than twenty.

"No one. My room is one of the free ones. Blake's open too-"

I cut him off, "Can I room with y-" He covered my mouth with his hand.

"Think about it before you say it. Once you pick a room, you stay there. No switching. It's the rules of the house." He was blushing just about as bad as I was. I nodded and he removed his hand.

I had my mind made up, "As I was saying, can I room with you Sam?" Our eyes found each other and stuck.

He moved closer to me and pulled me into his arms. He whispered his breath hot on my neck, the word, "Yes." Then he kissed me. And it wasn't one of those little kisses either. This was a very passionate kiss.

I pulled away first. Half panting I asked the question that lingered in my mind the whole day. "How old are you Sam?"

"Older then you." Was his response.

"Well how much older?" I asked.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because, I don't know why, but I really like you and I need to know, okay?"

His laugh filled the hallway. It was such a sweet happy laugh that made me smile. That was the first time I'd heard him laugh.

"I'm nineteen, almost twenty. And yes, I know you're seventeen. And no, I don't care." He answered the questions I was just about to ask before I could even say them. All I could do was smile.

I followed Sam like a puppy-dog down the hall until we stopped in front of a white wood door.

"Is this our room?" I asked.

"Yep. Go on, check it out. I think you'll like it." I smiled as I turned the old doorknob.

The room was beautiful. Long skinny windows filled one whole wall. And two big comfy looking beds sat next to each other. The color surprised me, they were white. The walls were a maroon red color and there was a set of metal spiral steps off to the right side of the room. Along with a door that Sam said led to a bathroom.

I went for the thing that peaked my attention the most. The spiral staircase. I ran up them and found that they led to another room. It was made out of all glass. There was a long couch with fluffy pillows in the middle of the room. That was it, aside from the little plants and flowers that grew from planters around the room.

"It's beautiful!" I shrieked, like a little girl.

"I come here to think and read mostly." He told me.

"It's so cool. It must be beautiful in the spring, huh?" I asked as I walked around looking out the glass walls.

"Very. But I've seen more beautiful things." I turned to him as he glanced outside at the falling leaves.

"Like what?" I asked as I walked over to him.

"You look so much like her, it's simply amazing." He said as he touched my cheek lightly.

"Like who?"

"Just someone from the past, I used to know. Don't worry yourself over it." He said as he put strands of hair behind my ear. Then, he turned and walked to a different window.

"You loved her, didn't you?" I asked.

"Am I that easy to read?"

"Yes. Now, who is she?"

"'Was' she, I think you mean. She passed away ten years ago." His face hardened.

"I'm so sorry. I had no idea."

As if he didn't hear me he continued like he was talking more to himself, not me, "I promised her I'd protect her. I gave her my word. But she wouldn't listen to me. I told her not to overdo anything. But, she wasn't going to let her body stop her from doing what she wanted," He paused and his face changed to sadness. "But, then one night she fell horribly ill. A violent coughing and a horrendous fever overtook her. And He took her from me." His voice broke.

I ran over to him and held him in my arms. His story made me cry so much everything was blurry. "Don't worry Sam. Just let it out. If you hold in all these feelings, you'll never get over them. Just cry. Cry with me Sam." I said as I stroked his hair…