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Elora

I realized that I don't get help, they're going to kill me. I quickly pulled out my phone to text or call any one of them, even if it just rings, they'll know somethings wrong.

As soon as my screen turned on, Jonas grabbed the phone out of my hand, crumbling it like it was nothing. As if he just broke a clump of dirt in his hand- not a sturdy phone. He shook his head at me, "Tsk tsk tsk, you shouldn't have done that..." he said darkly.

I cried, terrified that they're going to hurt me. If something happens to me, I fear that Elliot and Jonas are right. They need me as much as I need them, and if they kill me, they would crumble.

My breathing got hard, and my chest started to ache. I glanced in the direction of the school, slowly backing away from them, "Leave me alone," I warned, trying to sound as threatening as possible. It's impossible with tears running down my face.

Elliot rolled his eyes, "Don't make this more difficult than it has to be," he sounded annoyed.

I turned around and darted for the school, running as fast as my legs could take me. I passed by several trees, but everything blurred together. I don't know if it was the adrenaline, tears, or possible panic attack, but everything was pulsing.

I was knocked to the ground suddenly, my back hit the ground hard, knocking the wind out of me. I coughed, squeezing my eyes shut, clutching my chest.

He came out of nowhere, the only time I've seen anyone move that fast was my guys.

Realization dawned on me as I stared up at Jonas. Earlier I asked the wrong question. It's not who are they. "What are you?" I asked, my voice coming out shaky.

Ignoring my question, Elliot grabbed my hair and yanked me up, making me shriek in pain. "Help!" I screamed as loud as I could.

He grabbed my face roughly, his thumb digging into my jaw, "No one can hear you!" He shouted, making my attempts feel futile.

I thrashed in his arms, but the hold he had on me was so tight that it only hurt. They're not human, that much I know. I know I can't win against them, and I have no way of calling for help.

I sobbed, wondering what I did to deserve this. I wanted my guys, I needed them. "Please, I won't tell anyone, just let me go," I tried to bargain.

Jonas snarled at me, and it didn't sound like any noise I've heard a human or a vampire make before. It sounded feral and threatening. "If you say one more word, I'll rip out your tongue."

I cried harder, my shoulders wracking with silent sobs.

I'm going to die, and I didn't even say goodbye to them this morning. I left in a bad mood. Lucifer even heard my mean thoughts about Jennifer, and he'll probably think poorly of me as his last memory of me.

I widened my eyes. Lucifer.

I focused on that little sliver in the back of my mind. I don't know if this will work, but it's the last chance I have. I just hope that he decided to pop in my head.

Lucifer I need help.

Lucifer? I thought.

My chest tightened again, doubt settling it that this won't work. After all, why would he randomly look into my mind.

Lucifer I'm in trouble-"

"Where are you?" His voice was stern in my mind, not like the soft tone it usually is.

I relaxed the slightest amount, watching Jonas circle me as he spoke, but I couldn't focus on any of the words he's saying.

In the woods, they said they're going to kill me- I'm really scared- I don't know where I am... my thoughts all jumbled together, and I hoped he would make sense of them.

The sliver he usually occupies felt like it got larger, and I somehow knew he could see everything I could.

"We're on the way, it'll be okay," his voice was still stern, but I trusted him with my whole being. They'll get here in time.

Elliot yanked my hair again, "Why so quiet all the sudden?" He teased.

I glared up at him, tears staining my cheeks, "They're almost here," I threatened.

Elliot laughed, "Nice try, you're not going to delay this."

Jonas suddenly turned and started off into the woods, "Elliot, do you smell that?" He asked, his tone changed again. This time, he sounded worried.

Elliots face also dropped and he glared at me, "That's impossible," he snapped. He grabbed my throat and squeezed, his nails puncturing my neck.

I screamed, but no sound came out.

I felt a gust of wind, and as quickly as Elliots hand was around my throat, it was gone. I fell to the ground, coughing and clutching my chest.

Everything was blurry, but I saw Elliot turn into a huge wolf, something I'll have nightmares about forever. Just as the transformation happened, Quin was in front of him, grabbing each of his jaws and pulling them apart.

The wolf- or Elliot- was torn in half in a second. His blood was everywhere, it shot out onto me and the ground around me.

I stared at my bloody hands, watching them shake. I don't want this on me- I don't want to be here.

Quin killed him like it was nothing. I've never seen him, or any of them like this before. His lack of hesitation and the ease was almost more terrifying than Elliot and Jonas.

I blinked up, feeling the blood on my face as well. It's everywhere. My vision pulsed as everything around me slowed down. I've never liked blood.

Jonas was being held against a tree by his throat. Felix was shouting something at him with Eugene and Lucifer at his sides, holding his arms.

I blinked slowly, watching Lucifer and Eugene tear his arms off his body like it was nothing. Jonas opened his mouth, like he was screaming in pain, but I couldn't hear anything.

My body shook, watching them. Jonas and Elliot are bad people, but I didn't know my guys were capable of such horrible things.

I looked back at my bloody hands, and shakily tried to wipe them off on my dress, only to realize that it was also drenched in Elliots blood.

Someone's hands covered my own and my eyes snapped up to meet Dukes. He looked worried, more worried than I've ever seen before. Suddenly I could hear again, but there was a high pitched buzzing that clouded everything.

"Don't look at it, baby," he grabbed my chin and made me look away from the blood that covered me. "You're okay, they're not going to hurt you," he slid his arm under my knees and back, lifting me up.

My chest heaved, and all I could think about was the blood all over me, "I-it's all over me..." I muttered, but couldn't hear my own words.

I felt cold wind on my face, and the woods around us blurred more than they were before. He's running. "I know, I'm going to get it off, okay?" He promised.

I don't feel good. My throat hurts.

Seconds later, we were outside our house. Theo was standing in the doorway, looking livid. "How the fuck did we let this happen?" He snapped.

Duke pushed past him, quickly carrying me up the stairs. "Not now, Theo. She's in shock, be quiet," Duke silenced him.

My eyes wondered back down to my hands. It's disgusting. Quin tore him in half like a piece of paper. Elliot is dead and his blood is all over me. It's on me.

I couldn't help the sobs that overtook me, the only thing I could think about was the blood that covered me. I hated it, and I wanted to off. "Get it off..." I cried. "Please get it off, I can't have this on me! I don't like it," my voice got louder as I rambled.

My head feels weird, like none of this is actually happening. The only emotion I could feel was panic.

I felt warm water fall on me. Looking around, I recognized my shower. I sobbed, watching the water run red down the drain. "Shh, it's okay. I'll make it okay," Duke stood me on my feet, but supported my weight. "Look, it's washing away baby," he whispered.

Still panicked, I started removing my cardigan and dress. I just need it all to go away. I need to scrub everything.

I didn't care that Duke was in the shower with me, I just needed to be clean. He didn't seem phased by it either, he just kept his gaze on my head.

I stripped down to just my undies, noticing they didn't have anything on them.

My hands shook as I grabbed my shampoo, making it slip out of my hands.

Duke quickly grabbed it before it fell, "Let me help, okay?" He squirted some proud it into his hand and soon after he was washing my hair.

I grabbed my body wash and began scrubbing, I scrubbed so hard my skin started to turn red. It still wasn't clean though. I can still feel the blood all over me.

I sobbed, grabbing more soap, and scrubbed harder. Duke washed and winced my hair twice, but I still felt gross.

I reached for more body wash, but dukes hand on mine stopped me, "You're clean, Elora. It's all gone, I promise," he said.

I looked down at the ground, seeing the water drain clear. My breathing slowed, but I couldn't stop crying. I've never felt this way before, and I never want to feel like this again.

My eyes caught something red on my shoulder, and I glanced at it, seeing more blood trickling down my arm. I widened my eyes, "No. No no no-"

"Shh," Duke hugged my naked chest to his clothed one, rubbing his hand down my wet hair. "That's your blood, Dane will take care of you."

I wrapped my arms around his waist, hugging him as tight as my shaky arms could. "I don't want to get out," I cried.

His hands ran down my back, and I felt my body start to relax. "I'm so sorry, baby. I'll never let anything bad happen to you ever again," he pulled me impossibly closer to him.

What felt like hours later, I was finally feeling like myself again. But I was still very out of it. I've heard about shock before, but I never expected it to be like this. It was worse than any panic attack I've ever had.

Duke turned the water off and grabbed a towel, quickly bundling me up in it. I stared at the ground, my memory was spotty, but I couldn't stop replaying what happened.

I should have known something was off when Jonas kept asking about them. I could have prevented this, and I should have trusted my gut.

Duke sat me on the counter, still wrapped in a warm fluffy towel. He was soaking wet, his clothes dripping on the tile. He ran his thumb under my eye, "Elora look at me," he whispered.

I slowly lifted my eyes and gazed at him.

"You're okay. No one will ever hurt you again, so you understand?" He asked.

I nodded, wincing at a pain in my neck.

Dane walked in, carrying a first aid kit. His eyes roamed me quickly before I was wrapped in his arms, "Are you hurt anywhere else?" He asked quickly.

I tried to feel my body, but everything just felt so numb. "I-I don't know," I answered.

Dane pulled away and nodded, a sad look on his face. He glanced at Duke, "Is she?" He asked.

"No. Her back is bruised and her knee is scraped, but the worst of it is on her neck," he answered.

Dane started touching my neck, putting bandages and suture tape over the four small holes.

It was so quiet in the room, my thoughts took over and I felt my lip wobble.

Dane pulled away, finished with butting the bandages on my neck. He pushed my wet hair behind my ear, "Please don't cry," he sounded pained.

I dropped my head in my hands, "I'm so stupid, I should have known. They kept asking about you..." I tried to explain.

"Elora," I snapped my head up and looked at Felix. He was walking through the large bathroom, straight for me. I widened my eyes as he picked me up, carrying me away from the bathroom. "This is not your fault, do you understand? It's mine... they followed me back here and I didn't notice. I am so sorry," he apologized.

I've never heard him apologize before. I've never heard him with emotion on his tone. I buried my head in his neck and felt my body relax at his smell. In his arms, in any of their arms, I know I'm safe.

He walked into his room and closed the door behind us. I looked around at the dark walls and textiles. I've never been allowed in here before.

He sat down on a sofa, keeping me locked tight in his arms. "You're not stupid, I don't want to hear you say that ever again." He said sternly.

I nodded.

I pulled my head away from his neck and looked up at him, "Don't leave again, okay?" I thought out loud. I'm done with them leaving. If any of them left for a mission, it would be as hard as it was when Duke left.

Felix's eyes roamed my face before he slowly nodded, "Never again," he agreed, pulling me closer against him, like he was scared I'd disappear if he let loose.

"I'm so proud of you, you know that, right?" He kissed the top of my head.

I let out a long breath, feeling tired. I rested my head against his chest and closed my eyes. My body went limp as I fell into a deep sleep.