They had moved downstairs to the livingroom. She was sitting on the couch with a laptop. Dean and Roman were sitting on each side of her while Seth was standing behind the couch looking down. They were watching the footage.
"There!" She said as she saw a man behind her putting something in her drink while she was talking with Thomas in front of her.
"Holy shit," Roman said.
"I told you. I fucking told you and you wouldn't believe me," she said.
"I'm sorry," Roman said.
"I think he was there again today," Dean said.
She looked at him scared.
"Are you sure?" She asked.
"Not completely sure but 90%. I think it was him," Dean answered.
"I need to get out of here," she said almost whispering.
"Don't worry. You're safe here," Roman said and took the laptop from her.
She got to her feet and walked around in the livingroom nervously.
"You don't understand," she said.
"Then tell us. You keep hinting a whole lot but you don't even give us a chance to be on your side," Dean said.
"I can't. It's too dangerous," she said.
She looked at them. They were all exchanging looks. She wasn't thinking, she was just acting. She ran for the door and pulled it open. She ran towards the gate with all three men after her.
"Stop!" Roman was screaming but she didn't listen.
She reached the locked gate and started pulling and pushing it while screaming. They caught up with her right away and pulled her away from it. She was fighting back, trying to get free.
"Calm down," Roman said.
"You don't understand. He's been in that bar waiting every day for you to make the stupid mistake of coming back there so he could follow you here. He knows I'm here. They know I'm here," she cried out.
"Who?" Dean asked.
"Charles and Johan," she said before breaking down on the ground.
Dean went down with her and she leaned into his arms and cried into his shirt.
"Who are they?" He asked.
"Her brothers," Seth said.
Dean and Roman looked at Seth. He raised his hand, telling them not to say anything else right at that point.
"Let's get you inside," Dean said.
He lifted her up and carried her inside. He sat her down on the couch again. She looked up and saw them all just watching her.
"I think it's about time you tell us some things," Roman said in a firm tone.
She sighed. She couldn't hide it any longer.
"Okay, I'll tell you but can I at least get some coffee first?" She asked.
"Sure," Roman said.
They all got up, walked to the kitchen and sat down. She was looking down at the coffee mug as she started talking.
"Charles and Johan are my twin brothers. They are two years older than me. They are insane. Real psychopaths," she said.
"What do you mean?" Roman asked.
"They murdered our parents," she answered.
"Oh my god," Seth said out loud as he realized that was the reason she went into a rampage earlier when he was talking about them.
She looked up at him.
"Their murders are unsolved by the police but I know it was them," she said.
"How?" Dean asked.
"Because I saw them do it," she answered.
"Why didn't you tell the police then?" Dean asked.
"Have you ever been so scared of anything in your life that you're willing to do everything you shouldn't do because of it?" She asked.
"No," Dean answered.
"They were torturing me for years. They made me watch as they killed them. I thought they would kill me too if I told anybody so I kept quiet," she said.
"That's just sick," Roman said.
"Once everything died down I thought it would be the end of me and them together. I thought that I could leave. They didn't agree with that plan," she said.
"What happened?" Seth asked.
She got up from the chair.
"This happened," she said as she turned around and lifted up her shirt, showing her back to them.
Seth reached over and traced one of the scars with his fingers. She shivered from his touch. He removed his hand again. She pulled the shirt back down and turned around again.
"Three months. That's how long they kept me locked up and tortured me. It felt like three years. A horsewhip was their favourite choice on my back. That's why I have so many scars," she said.
"And the tattoo?" Seth asked.
"That I had done later. I've fallen from grace. My wings have been burned and I'll never fly again," she answered.
"Why didn't you cover up the scars completely?" Dean asked.
"Because the scars are the reason why I'll never fly again," she answered.
"How did you escape?" Roman asked.
"Johan has a thing for fire. He loved burning me with a lighter. Do you know how burned hair smells like? It took me a long time growing it out to this length again. Anyway, one day he brought gasoline as well. I'm not sure if he just wanted to scare me or if he really was gonna set me on fire but I managed to push the can towards him so it spilled on his shirt. He dropped the lighter and I got a hold on it and set him on fire. And then I just ran as fast as I could. He never was smart enough to lock the door behind him when he was in the room with me," she answered.
They all just looked at her, not knowing what to say.
"Look, I don't expect you to understand and maybe you don't even believe me but please believe that they are sick. I know they paid those two guys in the bar to drug me and bring me back and I also know they now know that I'm here," she said.
"We believe you. We're just shocked," Dean said.
"They have many people they pay off to help then. There are other people out there just as sick as they are or in desperate need of money," she said.
"We won't let them hurt you," Dean said.
"You're not gonna be able to stop them. This is why I chose a life on the road. I'm never in a town many days straight so if they ever find the hotel and town that I'm in, I'll be gone before they get there. I've been here way too long. They know where I am now. They will come here. I don't know when but they will come," she said.
"We'll protect you," Roman said.
"You can't," she said.
"You just asked us to believe the most crazy story we've ever heard and we do. How about you put some faith back into us and believe that we'll protect you?" Seth asked.
She sighed.
"I'm gonna go to my room. When they come, just let them take me. That way they might not hurt you," she said.
She turned around and walked out of the kitchen before any of them could say anything.
She didn't go to sleep that night. She couldn't. As the house died down and the three men had gone to sleep, she walked down to the kitchen. She stood in the darkness with a glass of water as she heard the front door being opened quietly. She dug down behind the kitchen counter as she heard several feet entering the house.
"Spread out. Find her," someone whispered.
She heard the feet moving upstairs, the doors being opened up there, rooms being checked. She peeked out from her hiding place and saw two shadow figures standing out in the hallway. She knew it was them. She tried holding her breath as much as possible.
The feet came down again.
"She's not there. Three men all sleeping in seperate rooms but she's gone. We can see which room she's been in and her bag is still there," someone said.
"She probably saw us coming and took off. That's our clever girl. Spread out in the forest and on the roads. Find her," she heard Charles' voice.
She heard them all exit the house again.
She got up from her hiding place, went to the window and looked out. They were all gone. She knew she had to get out. It would only be a matter of time before they might return here and start searching the house better. She opened the front door and hurried to the gate. She put her hands on the bars and listened. She couldn't hear anybody. If she was lucky, they would all be out on the roads searching for her. They would think she was ahead of them when really she would be hiding behind them. She started climbing the gate. She gritted her teeth as her hand started hurting again. She reached the top, climbed over it and down to the ground. She quietly made her way into the forest surrounding the mansion.
It was hard making her way through a dark forest. She walked very slow with her hands in front of her the whole time. The moonlight shined down between some of the trees and helped a bit. She froze in her tracks as she suddenly heard voices ahead.
A hand went over her mouth while an arm went across her chest. She let out a muffled scream as she was pulled backwards. Whoever was behind her was leaning up against a tree with her up against him.
"Shh," she heard Seth's voice in her ear.
She nodded and he removed his hand from her mouth, moving it down to hold both arms around her. They listened to the voices out in the darkness and sighed in relief as the voices seemed to be moving away from them.
"For fuck's sake, don't ever scare me like that again," he whispered in her ear.
He removed his arms, grabbed her hand instead and started leading her back towards the house. Roman and Dean were waiting by the open gate.
"Oh thank god," Roman said as he saw them approaching.
"Good thing Seth knows that forest like the back of his hand," Dean said.
They walked through the gate and Roman locked it behind them. None of them spoke before they were inside the house again. They didn't turn on the light. Roman kept a look out at the window.
"Why the hell would you run off like that?" Seth asked.
"They were here," she answered.
She started shaking. He put his arms around her from behind and pulled her towards his chest.
"Just relax," he said in a soft voice.
"We know they were here," Dean said.
"You do?" She asked.
"We were all awake as they entered our rooms. As there were more of them together, we all pretended to be asleep. We were gonna surprise them once they had their backs on us downstairs but they were gone so fast," Dean answered.
"And then we realized you were gone too," Roman said.
"It's always been their way. In and out fast. No sounds, no flashlights. They use night goggles instead," she said.
"So you chose to run out in a dark forest on your own knowing they would be able to see you in the darkness?" Seth raised his voice.
"I panicked, okay? I never said I was smart or anything. I just wanted to get as far away as possible and now I'm back here," she raised her voice too.
She felt him squeeze his arms tighter around her. They all looked around at each other, not knowing how to react to everything.
"They're gonna come back," she finally said.
"When?" Dean asked.
"I don't know. It's not like they mailed me a fucking schedule," she said.
"Sorry," Dean said.
"Maybe tonight but most likely tomorrow night. If I know them well, and I like to think that I do, they will spend the rest of this night and the morning searching the near by area. Once they don't find me, they'll come back here. If I'm not here, they might torture you for answers. We should all leave as fast as possible," she said.
"No!" Seth growled.
"We need to get through the night. We'll contact every mean motherfucker that we know and get them here tomorrow. We'll hide them inside and wait for your brothers to come back at nightfall. We'll surprise them with an attack on our own," Roman said.
"Yeah, I'm on board with that plan," Dean said.
"But for now, we're gonna keep you safe," Roman said as he looked at her. "Two of us will take turns down here keeping a look out. One of us will sleep in your room with you."
"I'll be in her room," Seth said.
"Is that alright with you?" Roman asked her.
"Yeah," she said, almost whispering.
She walked upstairs with Seth while Dean and Roman stayed downstairs. She walked inside the room as Seth closed the door behind them. She turned around to see him leaned up against the door with his arms crossed. He was looking intense at her.
"What?" She asked.
"I'm sorry for earlier," he said.
"Don't be. That was actually the most fun I've had in years," she said and gave him a little twisted smile.
He pushed himself off the door and walked towards her.
"Yeah, you like to play just as much as I do, don't you?" He said as he stopped in front of her.
She nodded. He pushed her up against the wall. As earlier he put her wrists above her head and held them together with one hand.
"Are you gonna try and deny me again?" He asked.
She shook her head and smiled. His free hand went down to her jeans. He opened them and pushed his hand down her panties. He pushed two fingers inside her, then he leaned forward to kiss her. He moved his lips to her neck, biting down on it as he moved his fingers in and out of her. As she started moaning, he pulled his head back out to watch her as he made her cum.
He released her wrists and tore both her clothes and his own clothes off. He grabbed her around her waist and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around him as he lowered her down on his dick. She made a loud sound as he entered her. He pushed her back up against the wall and started thrusting into her fast and hard.
"Oh god yes, fuck me!" She begged as he kept slamming her up against the wall.
He kept at it as violently as he could, feeling how her walls squeezed his dick as he made her cum again. He pushed into her one last time and came too. He put her down on the ground again. None of them spoke. He took her hand and led her to the bed. They lied down on it and he pulled her up on his chest. He pulled his fingers through her hair.
"I lied," he finally spoke. "Yes, I found out about your family online but your favourite colour and other things I already knew about you."
"What other things?" She asked.
"Different things. You prefer your eggs scrambled, you love animals and dream about getting a cat, you don't like mustard. Lots of small things," he answered.
"How do you know these things?" She asked.
"If I wanna know something, I tend to figure it out. I always knew there had to be something else to you than just being boring. I was trying to force it out by challenging you and stepping on your boarders constantly. Looks like it worked," he said, chuckled and kissed the top of her head.
She rolled over on her back and looked up at the ceiling.
"What are you thinking?" He asked.
She turned her head and looked at him.
"If I die tomorrow, at least I got fucked good beforehand," she said and smirked.