~Magnolia Knight~

My limbs are aching.

I can't breath.

It's dark.

I fall to the floor as I once again get an other beating from the albinos guy. He doesn't get tired even after days of trying to get me to give them the password. Days or weeks, I don't even know anymore at this point. Every day is the same. Beating, torture, a slice of bread, beating, torture... it goes on and on. I can barely sleep, which doesn't help my body to try and heal. My exhaustion rips all the energy that my body has, slowly and painfully and I fear that I won't have any more time left.

An other jab in the head and I fall to the floor. At this point, the cold dirty and bloody floor is comforting. The coldness gives me some relief, as the burning wounds feel like a wild fire spreading through me.

I wait for an other kick or punch, but it doesn't come. I stay in the floor, dizziness getting worst by the second and I am afraid to even look up, so I stare at the little dust ball that rests in the corner of my cell. These past few hours it kinda has been the only presence that maybe seemed to ease me.

I hear the door close and I let out a breath, or rather a cough mixed with some blood, as I am finally able to relax for a little bit my muscle that have been contracted since that fucking door opened.

With my shirt, I wipe away some of the blood that trickled down my forehead, and I don't even wince at the pain once it gets in contact with my wound. It's like this place made me numb to everything.

My mind slips away from this awful place to seek comfort in the memories of my family and Jace.

I miss them so much it burn on the inside even more than the wounds painted with blood on my pale skin. At least, I got to keep the secret of our family safe until now and keep them safe in that matter I hope. They have been keeping the vault safely for years and I don't intend to make that change, I am the one that messed up by entering their life, but I intend on fixing it once I get out of here. I am just waiting for the good moment to try and escape, my sharp knife safely tugged on the inside of my boot, since day one, waiting to be used.

Although I have been trying to figure out the password since the day I arrived, I am sure one of my brothers somehow expressed it to me without me noticing. So, I have been replaying the words of each and one of my brothers as best as I could in my head.

Blake. I am convinced he said it to me and that I am close to find out, Grey, Leo and Ethan are out of the equation as I never talked to them about it. At least I think.

Damon. Well Damon is still the cold heartless person that acts like my dad. He wouldn't reveal the password to me just to keep me out of this mess. Too late.

With a painful push, I drag myself towards the wall so I can rest my head and body on the cold tiles. I leave a trace of blood on the ground and scrunch my nose at the sight of it. I let out a sight of relief as I slump against the wall, the coldness of the wall numbing the burning heat of my wounds.

"Our parents have had something very dangerous in possession for quite some time. They managed to get it when we weren't even born and it's been in a vault since they laid their hands on it. It's powerful and can make the world tilt upside down in a few seconds if it gets out in the real world. So they decided to lock it up in a very safe place, somewhere very few people could have access to. Only family should be able to get to that. You hear me ? Only family. Damon. Leo. Me. Ethan. Greyson. You. Don't forget that."

Blake's voice rings inside my mind, as I recall the first time he ever spoke absout the keys. It was after the party that turned out to be hell somehow. The very same party where I ended up drugged and in the arms of...

Fucking asshat Elijah.

This place at least made me understand and think back to all the times Elijah actually tried to get to my necklace without succeeding. And it makes me ask myself if all the time we spend together, he just had the same goal graved into his mind ; the keys.

The kiss we shared for exemple at the party, it was all a distraction.

Just so he could slip the fucking drug into my cup and make me come with him. Just like the Italians that attacked us minutes later was all planned out by him. I was just a pawn all along.

Fuck focus Magnolia.

My mind keeps getting distracted by the smallest things and I feel like I might explode with the many thoughts that push their way inside my brain. The silence in this cell makes me go crazy.

The password. I need to focus and ignore this throbbing pain in my head.

"...So they decided to lock it up in a very safe place, something very few people could have access to. Only family should be able to get to that. You hear me ? Only family. Damon. Leo. Me. Ethan. Greyson. You. Don't forget that."

Don't forget that.

I didn't Bee, but where is the fucking answer to my question ?

Only family. Only family can access to the vault. Damon, Leo, Blake, Ethan, Greyson, Me.

I swallow difficulty, as I think of the chronological order of the names he mentioned. From oldest to youngest. It must be something, a clue... anything.

I nearly choke on my saliva that is mixed with blood, as I think of the only possibility to this password. The first letter of each name in chronological order. It has to be it.

Shit.

D, L, B, E, G, M

It has to to be the password.

"Six letters Magnolia, fucking give me these SIX FUCKING LETTERS !" I recall the words of Alejandro Mariano, and all my body tenses as realisation hits me like a truck. I know this fucking password now.

I let out a sight, not knowing if it's because of relief that I finally found a part of the answer of this torture or because of anxiety that this whole vault thing is maybe only the beginning.

I still have no idea what is behind that vault, but I have to figure that out. Maybe first get out of here alive Magnolia.

My heart beat quickens suddenly when foot steps can be heard on the other side of my cell door. I hope they don't expect from me to survive an other beating, because that will probably not be the case if albino guy shows up again. I keep my eyes glued to the door and watch as it opens after hearing the key lock unlocking it.

When I catch a glimpse of the person that crosses the door, I am left paralysed with my breathing caught in my throat. No...

Please tell me I am hallucinating...

Fear envelops me entirely as I stare back at his dark eyes that wander across the room to finally land on me. A smirk grows on his lips, as he enters the cell with his confident posture and with slow strides, he advances towards me as I crumble to the very corner of the cell, opposite of him.

"No..." the words slip out of my mouths in a whimper, as I feel beaten down to the ground with a single move. As if he just said Checkmate.

"Missed me ?" He questions, followed by a humourless laugh. Speechless and unable to move any further I watch as he stops in front of me and crouches down to my level to look me in my terrified eyes. "I certainly didn't miss seeing your worthless face. Perhaps, what I did miss, is using you like the little bitch you are."

And with these words said, he harshly grabs my face in his rusty hands to pull it towards his, ignoring my trembling fear, instead sickly enjoying it.

"When I found out that your brothers had my father, I promised myself to find you again and finish what I have started. You really thought you could escape me, huh ?" He questions and his grip tightening on my jaw, as he waits for me to answer.

"ANSWER ME !" He shouts, which makes me jolt backwards, as I shut my eyes closed.

"N-No...Nick." I stutter as the name of my last foster brother slips from my trembling lips.

"Good."

My foster brother, whom I didn't expect in the slightest, stands up and runs a hand over his suit to tidy it correctly, before he turns towards the door again. But before he leaves he stops and turns around slowly to face me again.

"Trust me Magnolia, I will finish you off. I'll wait till you recover from... those little scratches " he points at my deep cuts and bruises "just so I could have the pleasure to end you pathetic little life with my own bare hands."

With that he shuts the door close, before locking it once again.

For seconds, minutes, hours... I don't know, I stay completely still and unable to move out of fear. Nick is here, he is here with Elijah and the Italians. They are all bond together in a way which I can't seem to understand and it leaves me powerless.

I am trapped.

There is no way out for me.

And finally, tears start to roll down my cheeks, as all hope shatters into a thousand pieces right in the palm of my hand.

Shattered. Everything.

Tears flow without any control and I hear a buzzing sound, as air seems to lack in my lungs. The blood that runs through my veins drums in my ears, as panic rises in my chest. A loud shot is heard and it takes for me a second loud sound for me to understand that my mind is not imagining it.

A gun shot.

And an other.

Shots can be heard from outside of my cell and I wonder if I am not being crazy and imagining all of these sounds. That's until multiple bullets are fired at my door and that it swings open, as someone kicks it.

I hide my head under my arms, as I bring it with my knees towards my chest. Curled up into a ball, I try to shut the loud noises out of the people that just barged into my cell, just as the light suddenly fills up the whole room.

"MAGS !"

My head shoots up at the familiar voice and I would have shot up to my feet, if my limbs were able to, but instead I end up sliding up the wall to find support in a slow pace, as my face scutches up in pain.

But that is the least of my worries, especially when I see his face in a place like this, which makes my stomach turn upside down.

"Will ?" I breath out in a weak and chocked voice, as William Osler, aka the stupid boy in my class stands in front of me in the territory of the Italians with a worried look on his face and a gun in his hands.

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