Violet rammed on the door with her shoulder, but there was no getting it open, she could hear gunshots outside, but she knew it wouldn't be long until he ran out of ammunition, and Violet's gun was still with her. " Gil! Open the door!" she begged. Out of nowhere everything got sort of distant, she placed a hand on her forehead and stumbled to the back of the closet. She felt dizzy, and she didn't know why. That's when it hit her, she hadn't been eating! It was like Al said, and she had forgotten to eat with all the stress. Her back hit the wall, and she inhaled and exhaled deeply until the dizzy feeling was gone. " Gil..?" she moved to the door and listened quietly for any sounds, when she realized, there was nothing, literally everything was quiet. " Gil?" she began to feel choked up, and slowly turned the door knob. " Oh god... oh god..." she looked around and saw blood, and a lot of it at that. Finally she got the door all the way open and saw a flash of white before being pulled into a tight embrace, within seconds she was crying hysterically.
" I told you I wouldn't let you down."
" You're okay!" Violet tightened her grip on him and sobbed quietly into his shoulder. " You scared the crap out of me Gil! I thought you were gonna die!" Gilbert laughed a little bit and gently pushed her back. " It's okay. Everyone's fine. Everyone." Violet sighed in relief and hugged him tightly. " Thank god. I was so scared. Don't fucking do that to me!" she hugged him again and smiled. Gilbert nodded and pulled her closer to him, he gently stroked her hair, earning a small groan from a certain red-eyed American. After a few minutes Violet pulled herself away from him, smiling softly. " I love you." " I love you too." Gilbert kissed her forehead softly and sighed. " This is gonna be a bitch to clean." " We'll take care of it." Nyx offered, he gave them a small thumbs up and laughed. " You guys need a break anyway, that was some crazy shit." Violet nodded and immediately ran into the kitchen and grabbed a small bowl of cereal and ate it as fast as possible, although it made her sick she really had no other option.
After she was done she made her way into " her" room and laid face up on the bed, the door open and someone sat next to her. " Hey doll. Whatcha doin~" Al laid next to her and laughed as she groaned and turned to him. " Being tired, and probably sick, you know the usual." Al smirked and pulled her close to him. " How are those arms of yours doing?" he asked, gently rubbing her wrists. " Fine actually, it's weird though, sometimes when people touch them they sting like a mother fucker. Wanna stop?" Violet snapped. " I don't like your attitude!" Al growled, something in his eyes seemed different, but Violet ignored it. " Well fuck, it's not like my brother almost just died for me or anything. No~ I'm totally fine." within a few seconds he was on top of her, pinning her wrists down to the mattress, he red eyes seemed to glow in the dim light, and not the good kind of glowing either.
" Al?! Wha... What're you-" " I don't take anyone's shit got it!" his face was mere inches from hers at this point, and his grip on her wrists tightened. " Al stop it! Get off of me!" she cried, panic clearly rising inside her, she brought her knees up into his stomach. Al coughed and doubled over in pain, Violet pulled herself up and ran to the door of the room, she yanked it open and ran to the opposite side of the house, where she noticed something she hadn't before. A staircase! She ran up the stairs and listened to the sound of Al's bat scraping across the hard wood floor. She ran into the first room she saw and slammed the door, her eyes closed, once she opened them, there was only one thing that she noticed.
Blood.
Violet moved into the farthest corner of the room and waited quietly. She heard nothing, and let out a sigh of relief and began to look around. Why was there so much blood? That's when she noticed something else, an... arm?! Also... across the room, an eye?! Oh god, what demented thing was Al hiding. Or so thought it was Al, until she felt cold sharp metal pressed against her throat, and a British accent from behind her.
" Well, well, looks like I've found my next ingredient."
Violet stood, frozen in fear as the man circled around her and grinned. He was about her height, with pink hair and blue eyes... but his eyes... had... rings in them. Pink rings, there was three in his eyes, what could that mean? " What a shame too. You're such a pretty young lady." he placed the knife under her chin and giggled just a little bit, until the door began to open.
" Back off Oliver. The girl's mine."
Violet stared at Al nervously, he looked calmer, but still at least slightly irritated. He gripped the handle of his bat tighter, while Oliver held her wrists against the wall with one hand, and waved the knife around in the other. " Oh but Allen she's just too adorable." he looked back to her, causing Violet to notice the fourth ring that had formed in his eyes, she traced the blade against her cheek in a thin line, drawing blood. Violet squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered quietly, the blood began to drip down her cheek. " A-Allen... what's going on?" Violet whispered. " Allen? Oh love he gave you his real name? You must be quite important to him. It's too bad, what a waste of beautiful skin. Oh, and those eyes, well aren't they just something." she could feel his piercing gaze lock on to her, and she slowly opened her eyes out of pure fear.
Five rings.
" Violet... um... this is my brother... Oliver..." " Violet. Well isn't that just a gorgeous name, one to match a beautiful face." he traced her jawline with his thumb and laughed... that laugh... it sent shivers up her spine, that wasn't normal. " Oliver. Relax." she recognized Hunter's voice from the doorway, as other footsteps approached. " Yeah dude take a chill pill. We know it's been a while but you have to let her go." Nyx mumbled quietly, she watched Nyx, Hunter and Al all slowly approaching him from behind. " Awwww." Oliver pouted. " That's too bad. Because-" he fell to the floor, and without even thinking Violet ran to the person closest to her and hugged him tightly. He pulled her back away from Oliver and held her close to him. Immediately she recognized the smell of cigarette and her eyes widened. She looked up and saw Al, who was glaring down at her... she couldn't tell if she saw anger, or worry...
But she prayed it wasn't anger.