The next motion Tyler was aware of was his own body rolling from a face down position on a cold wooden floor to a lying on his back. He first heard his own struggled breathing before feeling a sharp pain caused by a slap to his left cheek.
"Wake up, Lockwood." Followed shortly after.
He opened his eyes to see four figures standing above him. He knew how bad his situation was and wondered briefly if there was any hope for mercy, knowing that anyone who could come to his rescue would be outmatched by the vampire's abilities.
"My dad will give you whatever you want." Tyler said, realizing how raspy and weak his voiced sounded after being out for a while.
The response he got was laughter and the sole of a shoe placed firmly on his neck.
"We know what your daddy will do to protect you, Tyler." The vampire currently cutting off Tyler's breathing said. "We just want to send the message that it doesn't fucking matter." He paused and added pressure to Tyler's throat. "You will pay for merely being born into his bloodline. A Lockwood is a Lockwood. You should all suffer."
The vampire had no emotion. He made eye contact with the terrified boy and his only response was a sadistic wink.