Another filler, sorta. Kinda. Maybe. <3
I was seriously obligated to write this.
So yeah.
Prisoner of War: Vampires vs. Humans
[x] Part 3 [x]
I awoke to a large bang, which could only mean that the door was being thrusted open, the door crashing into the stone wall. The loud noise made me shoot up from the small, uncomfortable bed, looking at the person who had entered. It was none other than Sean. Biggg surprise there (note the sarcasm).
"Get up," He said, but not with a rude, deep tone that I thought he would have used at the moment. His voice was actually soft, yet still not sweet. Actually cross that out. It was softer then normal.
My thoughts of his change of voice was interrupted by another loud crash, but this time it was Sean's fist which had just contacted with the wall next to my bed, making a dent in it, some rubble coming off and landing on the bed. "Get.Up." He said more forcefully, his teeth gritted and his eyebrows furrowed together, his face very grave and tense. I complied to his demand, not wanting to see an even angrier side of him.
Sean smirked, cupping my face with his hands, "Look at you. You're were a porcelain doll. So very innocent, beautiful and ready to break at any moment." He paused. "But now," He paused once more. "you're just an ugly little, pathetic puppet, doing my every command." He spat. I closed my eyes tightly as he kissed my lips lightly. I moved my head away quickly.
Sean smirked once more, leaning in so he could whisper in my ear, his hot breath practically stinging my skin, "You'll soon realize that everyone in this castle is a puppet and I am the puppet master. And the master," He said after taking in a small breath, "always gets what he wants." He kissed my cheek before shoving me to the floor hard, leaving me there to stare at door, which he had slammed, once again.
The door creaked opened later that day while I was sitting on the bed, my head resting against the wall, my knees pulled up to my chest. I closed my eyes, thinking that it was Sean, but it wasn't.
"Uh, sorry for intruding but I thought you were hungry," The person, a guy as it sounded, said with a nervous laugh. "I managed to bring you my thing of food that I get for dinner. You're probably more hungry then me, so you can have it."
I opened my eyes to view a tall, thin teenaged boy with black shaggy hair that came over his icey blue eyes. He was, well, goregous to say the least.
I smiled taking the plate he held out to me, "Thanks." I said quietly. I set it down next to me, not taking a bite out of any of it. "Want to share it?" I asked.
The boy smiled, nodded, and sat down next to me. "So what's you're story?" He asked me. "Why are you here?"
"I'm a prisoner..." I began. "A prisoner of war."
I have learned that the guy's name. It was Zachary Lyen. He had been taken by Sean almost a year ago when he was running away from his home, to get away from his bickering, abusive parents. He told me that being enslaved here was better than being at his home, so he was greatful. The only downside to it was hardly any food and bad sleeping conditions.
He had told me that his life before this had been okay and everything changed when it came to his parents. He said he had loved his girl. They had become close friends and lovers. Zach decided that it was time for her to meet his parents. That's when it happened.
"My dad pushed her. Actually pushed her down the stairs then dragged her by the hair out of the door. She never talked to me since. That's when I decided to leave. My parents were cruel. I think Sean is nothing compared to them."
My eyes shifted down to the floor, then to his angelic-like face, "I'm sorry. That must have been hard." I whispered softly, so much so it was almost not audible.
"Don't worry about it. It's all over now. I'm happier here. I actually have something to live for." He told me.
"If you call this living." I mumbled. Zach laughed.
"I can tell we're going to be good friends." He told me then. I was about to reply sarcastically (just to play around), but I was interrupted by, well if you guessed Sean barging in the door, then you'd be right on the money.
Sean glared at Zach, "What are you doing in here, Lyen?" He spat, calling Zach by his last name. "You know you shouldn't be talking to the prisoner, trying to get into her pants!"
My mouth dropped as I looked over at Zach, who looked disgusted, "You fucking liar!" He yelled.
Everything happened so fast. There was more shouting and then practically everything slowed down in time to see Sean's fist colide with Zach's jaw.
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