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High School

For hours he frantically tries to get away from the sun as it keeps coming closer, screaming as the pain of movement caused the spikes to move. But soon there is no escape, as the sun slowly begins to light the cell, burning onto his leg. He begins to scream out of agony for that, his head tilted to the ceiling. He bashes his hands against the wall, trying to get them free, pain scorching through his body.
 
When Leela walks out of the bathroom her dad was still snoring. She rolls her eyes and walks into the living room, spotting his wallet on the table. A smirk pops onto her face and she grabs it, going through it. She pulls all of the money out of it and puts it back on the table. She sneaks back into her room and grabs her bag. She empties it's contents, then grabs a few days worth of clothes from her dresser. She then opens her bottom section and smirks. She grabs the pack of cigarettes, the fake ID, and the extra phone. It was the kind you buy at the small stores, so it wasn't traceable.
 
Emery lost consciousness, the pain unbearable. It was more painful than last time, they had gone easier on them, he was just a kid. As an eleven year old, Emery had drained an entire wing of staff, flaunting it in his brothers face. Even then him and his brother had been complete opposites. Emery had, and still does have, a thirst for blood that outweighs any other feeling in him, whereas Fenton could always control himself. But the punishment then had still been unbearable, just now it was twice as bad.
 
She puts on a pair of sunglasses before walking out of her house. She hops on her bike, tying her bag down behind her, and looks at the money she had taken. "Five hundred dollars. Damn, dad." She says, then starts her bike and drives away. She doesn't stop when she gets to the city limits, she just keeps going and going. All the way to the next town.
 
When Emery next wakes up, the sun is gone, the moon taking its place. He looks at his leg and closes his eyes, cursing under his breath. The fabric of his jeans had gone, and he could see his burnt flesh, but most of all, he could feel it. But he knew that was just part of the day torture, and when the door of his cell opened he knew what was happening. A girl was shoved into his room, she could be no more than eleven. Emery glares at her while she looks at him in terror. He knows how he must look. He hadn't eaten since yesterday lunch time when Leela had given him the blood. A cloaked figure walks in behind the girl, shoving her into the corner.
 
Leela walks into the lobby of a hotel and puts her ID down on the desk. "A room with one bed, please." She says, she still had her sunglasses on. "Smoking or non smoking?" the lady asks and Leela smirks. "Smoking." She never smoked that much, only a cigarette here and there, but she still liked the feeling that she could do it whenever. The lady pulls a room key out, and Leela pays her for two nights, then takes the key and heads towards the correct room. 
((I'll be back in an hour or so))
 
"P-Please don't," Emery croaks, his eyes on the girl. The cloaked man produces a rope from inside his cloak and grabs the girl, who now is panicking and trying to get away. Emery flinches as the cloaked man bashes the girls head on a rock, knocking her unconscious, then proceeding to tie her feet and arms together, stringing her up from a hook on the wall. Emery knew what was coming next when the man produced a large knife, and lowered it to the girls throat. Emery begged again, it caused him so much pain to beg for her life. The man silences him as he quickly drags the knife along the girls throat and leaves the room, shutting and locking the door. The blood poured out of the girl, all over the floor, a puddle of blood spreading around the room. Emery began to get blurry vision, his throat so dry. All he could smell was blood, and he began to struggle, to get to it. He couldn't move far, the blood was being used to tease him. He began to scream, pounding his arms against the wall, desperately trying to get to the blood, but to no avail. The day before, when he was so tempted to drain Leela, it was no match on this. Every inch of him craved for that blood, the fresh spilled blood that filled his nostrils. He could have it, he had to. The chains around his wrists cut into his skin, and he flinched, but still tried to get to the blood. ((Okay :3 ))
 
Leela sighs and rolls over in her hotel bed. The sheets were so uncomfortable, and the blankets made her itch. She groans loudly and gets up, she sits down at the table in the corner and takes out a cigarette, lighting it and taking some puffs. She inhales, then exhales the smoke coming out of her nose. She ignores the slight burning and continues to smoke, thinking of what they were doing to Emery. She hoped it wasn't to bad, but seeing as his brother was kind of a dick the rest of his family are probably worse.
 
The night progresses in the same torture. He tried hard to get to the blood, but always ended up just a blood mess himself. When the day came, the sun dried the blood, and Emery moved back into scrambling away from the sunlight. He didn't know how long this punishment would last, but during the next night they brought in another girl, doing the same process to her. It was almost a blessing when on Sunday evening, his father walked into his cell, clearly controlling himself successfully. There were two dead girls in there now, two whole bodies worth of blood spread on the floor. Emery was so weak that he couldn't even look up at his own father.
 
Leela finally decided to head home, so she left the hotel room and checks out. She hops on her bike and start heading back to the town. When she gets to her house she looks up at it. Wondering what her dad would do when she walked in, handing him four hundred dollars of his own money. She smirks and walks in, only to smell blood. She runs into her dad's bedroom to see him lying on the ground, his neck bleeding. She rushes to him and holds pressure on the wound as she dials for an ambulance. "I'm so sorry, pops." She says, and kisses his cheek.
 
His father dug his fingernails into Emerys chin as he jerked his head back and forced him to look in his eyes. "You are still a disgrace. I hope your pain has taught you something." He left the room, and a cloaked men came in, removing the chains around his wrists, and then slowly the chain around his neck. He screamed in pain as they took it off him, then began to cough up blood, he tried to stand, before vomiting onto the cell floor, and falling on all fours again into the pile of vomit.
 
The ride in the ambulance was long, and stressful as the paramedics tried to figure out what had happened. She told them that she'd been gone all weekend, and she came back to find her father in his situation. When they finally got to the hospital the nurses pushed her out of the room and took her dad away. Leela just walks into the waiting room and does what it's for. She waits.
 
Emerys father picks him up by the scruff of his collar and walks with him out of the room, mainly dragging him all the way through his house, all the maids and his family staring at him, before dumping him on the floor of his bedroom. His father walked out of the room, slamming the door, and Emery crawled over to the mini fridge slowly. He opened it to see it restocked with the only thing he needed, and he opened one bottle, draining it in moments. He could see himself while he drained it, in the mirror. The look of pleasure on his inhuman face, he chucked one bottle to the side before picking up another and draining that one too.
 
"I'm sorry, but your fathers jugular has been pierced. We've tried all we can but we can't stop the bleeding. We don't think he's going to make it." The doctor says, and tears rush down Leela's face. "So.. He's going to.. To Die?" She asks, and the doctor sighs. "It's a high possibility." He says and Leela closes her eyes. "Oh." Is all she can manage as the tears continue to fall, her throat drying out.
 
After gathering his strength he stands, walking shakily to his bathroom. His entire body ached and burned, it still hurt to breathe. He turned on the shower and stripped off, getting in. He sat with the shower cleaning away his pain, leaning his head against the wall silently. His father had hoped that this would teach him a lesson, but it didn't. The only thing it taught him was that if he could do it again to stop Leela from being hurt, so that he could see her, then he would do it as many times as he could, and he didn't know why.
 
Leela is escorted to her father's room by the doctor, but she didn't want to stay. She looked down at her father, her tears stopping and her face turning cold. All she can see was him punching her, and choking her. She walks over to his bed and grabs his hand, squeezing hard. He was passed out, but she hoped he could feel it. She leans down to his ear and whispers, "Goodnight, pops." then stands back up and walks over to the doctor. "Um, call my house when he wakes up." She had already written the number down, so she walks past the doctor and out of the hospital, heading towards her house with her hood raised up.
 
Emery gets out of the shower after a while, and dries off and puts on a pair of grey sweat pants and a white shirt that says "touch me I'm sick" on it, before curling up in a ball on his bed. He wanted to see Leela, but he was in so much pain, his breath kept coming out rigidly. He stands up again, determined. Still in what he's wearing and barefoot, he climbs out of his window, walking the long journey to Leela's home.
 
Leela doesn't go inside of her house, she just sits there on the steps that led up to the door. She didn't want to go back in there, she didn't want to have to clean up all of that blood. She rakes her hair back with her hands and sighs. A few more tears falling from her eyes. He was going to die, her dad was going to die. She felt it in her gut. Her eyes were red and puffy, but then she rubs the bridge of her nose with her index finger and thumb. She remembers just days before that he was nice to her, and he loved her, but then when she came home smelling like a vampire he lost it. He lost all of his love for her.
 
Emery walks onto the street, the smell of blood suddenly hitting him, mixed with the smell of werewolf. He walks to her house quickly, seeing her sat on the steps that led to the door, the blood was coming from inside. He runs to her, he didn't know how she'd react but he needed to know that she was okay. "Leela?!"
 
She looks up quickly to see Emery, and she jumped up. "E-Emery?" She asks, looking him up and down, he looked like he was in pain. She rubs her eyes, trying to make it look like she wasn't crying, but it didn't work. Her eyes were still bloodshot and puffy. "What are you.. What are you doing here?" She asks as she pulls her jacket around her, it was the jacket he had given her.
 
"I came here for you." His voice was deep and croaky, due to all the screaming, the spikes, the blood. He crouches down in front of her on a lower step so their faces are level, shakily moving hair away from her face and wiping away her tears, he looked over her body for any sign of hurt, even though he could smell that the blood was inside the house. "Whats happened?" He asks, his hands still lingering on her cheeks. Thank God she's okay, he thinks, he didn't know what he'd do if she wasn't.
 
She starts shaking slightly as she tries to explain what had happened. "I left town for the weekend, and I came home this morning. When I walked in I smelled blood so I ran to check on my dad. He was on the.. The floor with, uh, with blood gushing from his neck. His jugular was pierced." She says, and more tears start to fall. "They don't think he's going to make it."
 
Emerys mouth opens and closes, he was never amazing at comforting people, he didn't know what to do. He pulled her into a hug, letting her cry on his shirt and stroking her hair gently. "I'm so sorry." He tucks some of her hair behind her ear gently and just stays there silently, not knowing what to say. It seemed that Leela was always crying, he wished that maybe he could cry too. If he cried he wouldn't look so heartless. It wasn't like vampires couldn't cry, he'd seen various members of his family crying often, but he himself had never shed a tear.
 
She leans back from him and looked at him. "You're in pain, what did they do to you?" She asks, the tears stopping and a look of concern showing in her eyes. She knew he'd get hurt, but she didn't know exactly what they'd do to him. She saw wounds on his neck and then leans forward. "Okay, this will seem weird, but just.. Bare with me." She says and tilts his chin up. A blush crosses her face as she licks the wounds, sterilizing them. "It might ease the pain a little bit." She says, then wipes her tongue off on her jacket.
 
"I don't want you to know what they did." He states simply, and then when she suddenly licks his wound he stares at her for a moment, his eyebrows raised. "Okay for one thing; werewolves are weird, and for a second thing, maybe I should get wounded more often so-" he shuts up, before moving to sit next to her. He did not want to finish that sentence. When he sat his leg brushed against hers for a moment and he flinched, the burn would take a few days to heal, which is why he was wearing baggy sweatpants.
 

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