Chained to the prince of darkness by Lunasads (ebook reader that looks like a book .TXT) 📗

"Enough of this rubbish." Draven barked making Sarah jump. She looked at Draven with hatred and a dirty look in her eyes. 

"ENOUGH OF YOUR GAMES! I'm done playing!" She screamed as Draven looked with amusement at her. 

"I refuse to be your little plaything,” Her voice was determinant and laced with disgust. 

Draven clenched his jaw as his green eyes rested on her face. His first red hair was rested peacefully on his forehead as he heaved in anger.

"You'll be whatever I want you to be,” He growled as Sarah tried not to shrink. She tried not to back away as he strode towards her.

"Enough!" Victoria growled as she pushed Draven behind her and glared at him.

"Matthew was looking for you." She said as she looked at Sarah and Falcon.

"Now!" She growled as Draven heaved in anger and walked away from them.

Sarah breathed a sigh of relief and wrapped the sheets tightly around herself. Victoria walked towards the door.
Before she could exit, warm hands wrapped around her wrists as she looked at her wrist. Sarah quickly withdraw her hands as she looked nervous at her. 

“Thank you,” She mumbled as warm tears blinded her vision. 

Victoria gulped down. Looking at Sarah bought all the bad memories of the past. She softly nodded her head and walked away leaving Sarah all confused and worried.

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"Leave me!" She cried but nothing was working. Her throat was sore from all the crying and screaming but that was not her main focus. Her main focus was to get out of the grip of this man.

"Come on, darling. Don't be so rude. I'm just trying to help you." His voice sends a shiver down her spine. She thrashed in his hold and kicked him in his stomach. 

"You bloody bitch!" He screamed in agony and she ran towards the dark alley. His loud footsteps could be heard clearly in the empty surrounding. Her breath came out shallow as she looked over her shoulder. 

She screamed as she felt herself being tackled to the ground. Her limbs ached with sudden contact. 

"No! No! No!" Her body weakened as she felt the sting of the needle being injected into her arm. Her body started to weaken while her insides started burning.

"She's feisty." She could hear the men talking around her. But her senses were weekend leaving her all weak.

Her breathing quickened as she smell the stench of men around her.

Werewolves. Shapeshifters.

"Little vampire is trying to get away!" Loud laughter echoed around her making fear invade her mind. 

"She won't fight, vervain is in her system." One of them said as he tore open her white dress. She could feel them touching her as three pairs of hands expelled her body shamelessly.

"I wonder how vampires feel." Laughter was around her. Her body numbed as she felt someone entering her.

"Fuck! She feels heavenly!" Groans and moans of pleasure were all she heard as they violated her.

Teardrops fell on her hands as she looked past trees. Memories were something she dreaded the most. Nothing was good enough to memorize. She still wished Draven hadn't found her that night and she would be dead. How much she wanted a stake to went through her heart and extinguish all her pain. After all those years, her wounds were healed and buttered but what about her heart? Her heart was still burning with the pain and shame that she went through. Tearing their hearts apart didn't do any good to her. It seemed to ignore the fire of vengeance in her body. 

Werewolves were never her favorites, they never were. 

"Still mourning over the past?" She quickly wiped her cheeks and planted a huge smile on her face before turning around. 

"I have nothing to mourn," She whispered.

"When?" Damon asked. Victoria looked confused at him while she quirked a brow.

"When will you stop pretending that nothing concern you? When will you stop blaming yourself?" Damon furrowed his brows as he looked worriedly at his sister. 

"When will you stop pretending like....you don't care?" 

"Cause I don't!" She snapped.

"You do Vicki!" He scoffed. His arms extended as he engulfed her in his arms.

"You do, and I can't see you like this, not anymore" he whispered while planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. 

"He was going to-”

"I know, but he was never like this and you know that," He said while rubbing her back.

"That's what revenge and vengeance make you, cruel and hateful,"

"A monster." She completed. Her heart ached to remember all the sinful things her brother has committed, yet he was going to commit one more.

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"Wear these." 

"Thank you," she said and walked towards what she assumed was the bathroom. After wearing clothes she exited as she looked at Victoria. 

"Suits you," She smiled at Sarah.

Sarah looked warmly at her and looked at the woman who was busy dressing Falcon's wounds. Falcon was not looking at her but the way his ears were pointed out she knew he was listening to them conversing. 

"About earlier," 

"I told ya', no need," she said dismissively as Sarah smiled at her. 

Sarah looked around the room and traced the objects laying on the furniture. Victoria dismissed the woman after she finished dressing Falcon's wounds. 

"Poisonous," Victoria said and Sarah quickly withdraw her hands from the jar. Her fingers itched over the design but she knew better.

She turned around as the door to the room opened. 

"Draven's calling you." Damon hissed at Falcon.