John had woken up in a cold dark room. It was pitch black. He was sure it was hell, but he was starting to doubt it. As eerie as it was, this dark room was far too peaceful to be hell and he knew that after what he had done, he would never make it to heaven. He somehow survived. Maybe Thomas locked him in a warehouse... or in a basement, but the last thing he saw was the monster that's been haunting him for so long. Maybe it took him back to his lair.

John hoped that this was all some bad dream.

His bones ached. He was wrapped in bandages. Be could wiggle his toes and clench his fist. He wasn't paralyzed anymore.

Then he heard a noise. It sounded close by. It sounded like a thump and he could hear it somewhere above him. Just where was he?

•••

When Cayden's father had returned from work, Cayden didn't know what to do. You still weren't here. What was he supposed to say. "She just went in a stroll and she decided to just up and run away." He couldn't say that... his dad would just get mad or maybe he would turn into a sobbing mess.

It was true thought, you left the funeral and then never came back.

Cayden and his father sat down for dinner. The servants were all fired for not keeping a close eye on your mother even though it was your stepfather who told them not to help her before she actually killed herself. What they ate for dinner was two microwave meals. Neither of them knew how to cook.

"Where's (y/n)?" You stepfather asks, taking a bite out of his runny mash potatoes.

"I... I don't know..." Cayden murmurs, his food untouched.

"How could you not know?"

You stepfather's voice had an edge in it... he was prepared to snap at his own son. Cayden wished that you would just walk through the front door and take all the heat for him for being gone for so long.

"I just don't."

Your step father puts his fork down, lifting his head to stare at you brother who was avoiding eye contact.

"How long has she been gone?"

"Um... a whole day...."

"A whole... fucking day?" Your step father shakes his head. "Cayden... are you retarded?"

After he found out your mother died, his whole personality began to change. He spoke fondly of you for keeping an eye on his beloved wife. All these years, he disregarded you and treated you as if you didn't exist. He was wrong for that, for you were a better child than his own. You acted more like the child of his dreams than his own son.

The tables had turned. Cayden was now the most hated member in the family.

"Who are you calling retarded!?" Cayden yells, slamming his hands in the table.

"You, I'm calling you retarded! You good for nothing...." Your father rubs his temples. "I'm going to the bar."

"Which bar, Mr. Wilson's..because I know you hate him so where are you gonna go?!" Cayden yells. "Oh I know a place! Why don't you go down to hell! I heard that it's perfect for people like you!"

"Arguing with a kid... how disgraceful." Your step father mumbles. "I'm leaving."

The front door opens and then it is slammed shut while Cayden stands in the dinning room, angry and guilty. Maybe he should call the cops.

•••

You were back up on the counter in the kitchen, eating the take out Cain brought you. What he he had brought you wasn't your favorite, but it was good enough considering that you haven't eaten since your mother's funeral...

Which was yesterday... only just yesterday.

Cain made you forget about that fact that your mother was dead. Well.. maybe not, but you did forget about the feelings that came along after her death for a moment.

He distracted you, made you forget about your sadness, simply by being himself. He truly is an amazing man.

You needed someone to lean on, someone to fill the hole that your mother had left in you heart and Cain was the one who would do it. He was perfect... no, he was more than perfect. It didn't take you long to replace your mother.

Did you even love her or were you in love with the warmth that she provided?

Tears fell from your eyes. The tears were real... too real. You really did love her. You loved her so much that even thinking about the fact that she's dead brought tears to your eyes.

Nothing could make you cry real tears except your mother and maybe... Cain?

Cain was such a good distraction.

You stop eating, setting your container of food beside you. You slowly bring your fingertips to your lips, running your index finger across your lower lip.

His lips were here. They were soft and beautiful. You felt honored and lucky... getting to kiss a man like him.

You've never actually felt like this before. Then again, you rarely feel at all, but Cain made you feel.

Butterflies, the tight bindings of rope, high, blind, you felt it all just from the way he kissed you and it confused you. Some of these feeling would be described as negative, but that's not how you felt.

After a kissing scene in a book, the girl blushes and the guy confesses. He tells her all the things that he loves about her and then they get married and live happily ever after. Sometimes in books, the couple will kiss one last time and then one of them dies.

The point is, a lot of feelings are supposed to be involved. Books only explained the positive feelings that you could get from a kiss and then they glorified them. It might say something like "she felt like she sprouted wings and began to fly. Fireworks were going off between the two!" But that's not how it felt to you.

It felt good and that was all there was to it. Your lack of emotion may have effected the way the kiss should have felt. Because you've never actually felt before, you may not know the difference between bad feelings and good feelings unless they could be felt physically and the feelings that you described could be taken negatively, but you didn't care.

All you knew is that it felt good.

Good and warm.

You smile again, like you were giving your smile a test drive. It was weird to do. When you were younger, you would smile in front of a mirror. Back then, all your smiles looked fake, but you had a feeling that maybe... just maybe... this one did not.

Cain had went down to the left hall. He could navigate through the darkness with eased, for he didn't need light to see. Earlier, he had took John down here for a little surprise. At the end of the hall was a bookcase and behind the bookcase was a door. He opened the door with a key and on the other side of said door was a long stair case that lead down. This was the door to the basement. Yes, it was located up stairs, but that's what made it harder to find. Cain walks in, closing the door behind him.

He walked down the steps. They were made of stone to prevent any sort of loud creaking. The stairwell leading to the basement wasn't soundproof.

Once he got down to the bottom of the long stairwell, he had to go through another door. It was made of metal. It would be a heavy door for any human to open, but Cain wasn't human.

The basement was made entirely out of cement. It smelled of old blood and mildew, which was a terrible scent all together.

It was a torture room. There was a cart full of dangerous tools, and there were meat hooks and shackles hanging from the walls. Next to the cart was a small table with a candle and some matches. In the very center of the room was a metal operating table.

John was strapped to the table and he was still alive. He was in his underwear and he was blindfolded.

"I glad to see that you are awake."

John flinches at the sound of Cain's deep voice. John goes to speak only to find out that he cannot.

The room was soundproof. Cain had made sure of that long ago. Only a being such as himself could hear anything from this room without being in it, but the noise would be faint.

Cain hoped he'd be able to hear you if you called

"I see the numbing agent worked. You can't even feel the stitches in you lips right?" Cain laughs. "I bet you can't even feel the rest of your face."

"Hmm!!!"

"I didn't want to risk her hearing you while I was gone. How would I explain that to her?" Cain smirks. "If you asks nicely, maybe I'll take them out for you." He coos, knowing that John couldn't actually speak.

John squirms around in the table, humming as loudly as he could. His voice cracked still... even with his mouth sewed shut.

Cain laughs.

"You can calm down. I'm not actually here to kill you." John stops as Cain walks over to the cart, lighting the candle. "I've already took some of your foul blood today so I'm full."

Cain walks over to John, removing his blindfold.

John stars at Cain. If he wasn't a monster, John would have believed that Cain was an angel. He's never seen his face before and Cain was undeniably beautiful.

Tears began to run flown John's face. Why... why couldn't he just die. Why did the world what him to suffer so much? John struggles against his bindings again. He couldn't give up. He had a family to take care of. Who was going to protect them?

'It's going to be me.' John continues to struggle, thinking of plans to escape. 'I'll protect them!'

Just then, one of John's arms began to slip out of his binds. It was perfect, if John could smile, he would have. If he struggled a little bit more, one of his arms will be free. He could grab one of the tools from the cart and stab Cain with it and then cut himself free. It was a good plan, but one wrong move could ruin the whole thing.

Cain raises a brow at the hopefulness in John's eyes, noticing John's arm immediately.

Cain gently places his hand over John's almost freed arm and holds it down firmly. Shaking his head, Cain breaks John's wrist. The rest of John's body wasn't numb to the pain... it was only his face.

"So John... don't you want to know what you are doing down here? I'm not going to kill you, I have no reason to, so what do you think is going to happen?" Cain leans down, whispering into John's ear. "That's right. I'm here to watch someone else do it." He smiles wide so John could see his pointed canines

"You did so much just to survive. You sacrificed a girl for goodness sake, but that didn't work at all now did it? You are still going to die. Even if I did let you go, you'd die. I wasn't the one that broke your spine you know... someone else wants you dead."

John shivers at Cain cold stare.

"To be honest, I wasn't even going to take you here, but to see you all bloodied up like that can really get a man going. Not to mention, the cutie that I have waiting for me. She just makes me so hungry, but you made me lose my appetite. Shame on you." Cain narrows his eyes.

Soft footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs. Only Cain could hear them, but he wasn't alarmed. He knew they weren't yours.

The door opens. In the darkness of the stairwell, all that could be seen was glowing red eyes.

"I'm glad you could make it, Ebben"