Thick As Thieves [Mikey Way]

Drew’s POV

There was a throbbing pain in my head when I finally woke up.

I tried to move but I was strapped to a chair.

I didn’t know where I was and I was terrified.

I tried to call for help but there was ductape over my mouth.

I struggled against my restraints but all I did was force them to cut into my wrists and ankles deeply.

Tears were running down my face as I desperately looked around the dark room.

It was a fairly big room with huge windows that had been boarded up.
The smell of dust was thick in the air and it was hard to breathe.

I tried biting at the tape over my mouth but to no avail.

There was a chuckle from beside me before another sharp pain ripped through my head.

The tape was ripped from my mouth and I let out a cry of pain.

Another light was turned on and I could see clearly.

There were three people in the room:
There was a short and fat bald man with pale skin and thick eyebrows over dark brown-almost-black eyes that were too small for his face. He had a long pointy noise and pale, cracked lips.
There was a woman, too. She was incredibly beautiful. Tall and tan. Hot and blonde. Her long blonde hair was hanging over her shoulder and down her back while her sparkling green eyes shimmered in the lights.

The last one was far too familiar.
Chocolate brown hair that was just begging for you to run your fingers through it.
Deep brown eyes that could melt a million hearts.
Tan skin with not a flaw in sight.

The only thing missing was the smile that could end wars.

He had his hands over his ears and he wasn’t looking at me.
But that was my best friend.
That was my Christian.

The blonde smirked and flipped her hair over one shoulder, walking over to me and sitting on my lap sideways.

Still wearing her smirk, she played with my hair.

“Now, if you tell us where your little Loverboy and his friends are, we’ll let you go. You’ll be safe. We might even let puppy over there go too. So I’m gonna ask you once nice, and then I’m gonna ask you nasty.” She said in a smooth sexy voice that was sweeter than caramel.

She leaned close to my ear, taking my earlobe between her teeth gently.

“Where are they?” She whispered seductively.

I snarled in disgust and kept a blank mask as my expression.

She growled and got off me, turning and walking the few steps to the small table with a few objects that I couldn’t see on it.

“Hmmmm… I think we’ll start with this.” She said and turned back to me, her smirk not faulting once.

She twirled a small knife in her hand a few times before she took her place back on my lap.

“Where are they?” She asked again sweetly, running her fingers down my arm.

I still refused to answer.

She snarled and, without warning, brought the knife down through my hand.
It stuck into the wooden armrest beneath my hand and stood by its self.

I let out a gasp and a scream, throwing my head back in pain.


She grabbed my hair and forced my head back down to look at the knife in my hand.

“Look! Are you gonna tell me now?!” She spat and I shook my head.

“Never!” I cried out.

She roughly yanked the knife out of my hand, licking the blood off it before stabbing it into my shoulder deeply.

I screamed again and gritted my teeth, looking at her.

“I-If you wanted the b-boys, why d-did your stupid vampire henchmen take m-me instead of them? They were r-right there. They f-fought to h-help me!” I said, trying to keep my breathing even.

The blonde snarled and looked back at the bald guy.

“WHAT?!” She yelled but it came out as a hoarse bark.

The bald guy just shrugged.

“They were instructed to get her. Not the vampires.” He said, holding his hands up. “It’s not my fault.”

“FUCKING IDIOTS” She screamed, roughly yanking the knife out of my shoulder and bringing it down into my thigh.

I let out another scream as the tears fell down my face faster than before.

She looked at me and growled, slapping me across the face with her hand covered in my blood and leaving a bloody handprint on my cheek. “SHUT UP.”

I bit my lip so hard that my short but sharp semi-fangs drew blood.

The blonde looked back at me.

She smirked again and sat on my lap yet again.

“New plan… You’re gonna tell me where they would go.” She whispered sweetly again and I growled, spitting in her face.

She let out a cry of frustration and brought her fist to my cheek.

I winced as my head was thrown to the side.

She grabbed my chin and forced me to look at her.

“Stop! You’re gonna kill her!”

Christian finally spoke up and I looked at him.

He as well had tears running down his face.

The blonde look at you.

“That would be disobeying my father.” She said simply.

“Her father is the vampire prince, dog.” The bald man snapped.

I snarled to myself.

“He’s a wolf!” I growled at the bald man, earning me a slap from the blonde one.

“If you wanna stop me, you’ll die too.” The blonde one growled and Christian did something I never thought he would.
He ran out.

He didn’t try and stop her.
He ran away.

I just watched the door he ran out, utterly heartbroken that my big brother abandoned me.

The blonde bitch smirked and grabbed a thinner object off the table and held it up.

A razor blade.

“I wonder what we could do with this…” She said, still wearing her smirk.

She quickly unstrapped my arms and turned them over, easily restrapping them wrists up.

“I hate you say it, but I think I need to kill you. You’re useless to us now.” She whispered in my ear.

She dragged the blade down my wrist vertically, not deep enough to kill me quickly, rather so I would bleed out slowly.

She stepped back, admiring her work on the broken brunette in front of her.

“Knock her out then torch the place. I’ll tell daddy she was totally useless.” The blonde one said, strutting out while shaking her ass obnoxiously.

The bald mad smirked, standing up.

He walked over to me and touched my cheek gently to which I growled at.

He pulled his hand away and rolled his eyes at me.

“I would say I’m sorry, but I’m really not.”

Bang.

I couldn’t hear nor see for a few seconds, but the last thing I remembered is the sound of someone striking a match.

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