Lunar's POV

My fingers danced along the markings Castian left on my wrist, my eyes waltzing over to him as he sat on the counter in his house. His eyes were glued to his mother who stood in front of a picture frame. She hadn't moved in hours. Neither had he. His muscles were tense, his veins popping, and his claws digging into the counter.

I had already tried to speak to him, but he never replied. He seemed to be in his realm as he stared at her back. Aiden had to leave us hours ago. Mr. Lincoln and Mr. Hayes were in the Cadillac, waiting for the call of them being needed as they watched us through the windows. Propping myself up onto the counter opposite Cast, I opened a bag of chips to convey the only idea I had, slipping some chips into my mouth and purposely crunching loudly. His eyes dilated at the sound, my fingers going into my mouth and right back into the bag.

"I will literally end your entire existence," He growled lowly as I smirked, eating louder and continuing my routine. He despised this behavior. It was one of his biggest pet peeves. I figured if nothing else worked, this one would. His eyes fueled as they glared at me, "Do you want to die?"

Don't we all? That's not the point --

"What?" I smirked, tossing my feet onto the counter and making sure he noticed I was still wearing my sneakers. My shoes tapped contently, "They're just so good, I can't resist."

I noted his jaw tightening as he growled, his posture preparing for an attack, "Get your shoes off my counter."

"Whatcha going to do, hm?" I teased, laying down with a stretch, growing comfortable. I then scratched my scalp, shoved my hand straight back into the bag of chips, and crumpled them up.

"Lunar Floid," He threatened, a low snarl formulating, ""

"Ya know what would be fun?" I shoved a couple more chips into my mouth, talking with my mouth full, "Calling up Anthien and watching him do donuts with his car. Really get those axels grinding."

It was like you could visibly hear Ozroa's temper snap, listening to wheels in his skull grind angrily. Within seconds, he stormed over to me and grabbed my throat, shoving me over to his sink and holding me in place as he barked, "Wash your fucking hands, then you will wash that fucking counter, and brush your teeth, or ."

I chortled menacingly as I obeyed, allowing him a little bit of time to settle down. His throat let out a deep breath, his body easing and relaxing at the sight of the counter cleaned up. He watched patiently as I swept up the mess of Dorito crumbs and threw them away, turning away with his body calm. A smirk played on my lips as I stepped over with the chip bag, dumping it onto him and then throwing a green apple at the back of his head.

"You've got thirty seconds to either have your 'body guards' protect you or find the best damn hiding place you can before your ass gets punished way," He had caught and crushed it without turning, the gnarling tone in his voice had my cheeks sufferingly burning as he let me dart passed him, his voice a threatened order, "One, two..."

Rushing out the door, I scampered to the Cadillac, attempting to hide, but Mr. Lincoln blocked my path, "Ah, ah, ah. Don't come to us. You can handle this like a Big Boy."

"Fifteen, sixteen!" My cheeks were fire at the devilish smirk toying on his lips as Castian called from his doorstep, "Fifteen, sixteen!"

A pout formed on my face, Mr. Lincoln raised an eyebrow and dared me to argue with him. I huffed as I went around the Cadillac, Mr. Hayes only doing the same as Mr. Lincoln, Cast rolling up his sleeves as I backed up, "I won't be aiding you, either, Little One. You started this mess, and you can clean it up."

"Twenty-one, twenty-two...," I kept backing up, not breaking eye contact with Ozora as a grin tugged at his lips, his hands tying his shoes tight, "Twenty-six, twenty-seven..."

He had hellfire in his eyes, his pupils cemented upon every movement I made. You could even tell he was counting my breathing and heartbeat, determining when to attack and how to execute. I was prey. The thought had my heart falling off a cliff, my feet gunning into a building. I slid over the bartender's counter and ducked into the little cubby I found, hissing as I pointed at her, "I'm not here! I don't exist!"

I ducked down moments before Castian kicked through the door, his growl filling the room as he parted through the backdoor. My heart was dashing as I peeked out, stumbling through the door I had entered and going around the building. I sped back around the Cadillac and towards Ozora's garage, yelping in surprise as he stepped in front of me and purred, "How lovely of you to remind me how much fun a chase is, Pet."

"And how cruel of you to remind me how much it is not fun to be the prey, DoucheBag," I skid so I wouldn't run into him, an amused grin plastered onto his lips as I turned towards the Cadillac.

I'm pretty certain that's a lie... I will hurt you, Subconscious. That's pretty kinky. N o.

My wrist was grabbed when I tried to slide over the Cadillac's trunk, Cast pinning me against the door. My cheeks flushed at his kissing at my throat, his tone sweet yet dangerous, "It amuses me that you know you could stop me at any time. You know my Safe Word."

The problem is we don't necessarily have intentions to use it. Please, leave me alone. I'm embarrassed enough, thank you.

His free hand tickled its claws along my spine, his lips grinning against my flesh as it trembled. He grabbed the back of my neck and bent me over the Cadillac door. My cheeks were tomato at his hand slipping around my torso and palming me through my jeans, my voice a squeak, "W-We're in the o-open..!"

"You're the one who came outside," Mr. Lincoln teased, combing my hair as my face beat red. He'd done this so I had a better view of him hard through his jeans. Cruel Cunt.

A groan slipped passed my lips at Castian's light grinding against my jeans, managing weakly, "...Pl-Please, n-not here."

I wasn't afraid of us being in the open, more just humiliated and scared to cry. I didn't want to ruin the fun and feel pathetic and helpless in a bad way.

"Fine, but you don't get to complain about the location," Cast growled into my ear before grasping my wrist and huffing, "We're taking my car. Park yours in my garage."

Part of my heart ached, feeling like we'd already ruined the moment. It didn't last long as I flushed, his body dragging me across the street, and into the garage with his car. Soon after parking the Cadillac, Mr. Hayes and Mr. Lincoln joined us as Ozora took a sheet cover off a car. Mr. Lincoln released a whistle, lifting his sunglasses as he admired the vehicle.

It was a 1956 Chevy Bel Air Sport Sedan, with faded and polished blood red and cream paint. Not a single dent or scratch is to be spotted. You'd never think it was an old car with how fresh and polished it looked. I wasn't a car person, but it tugged at my strings.

"Stunning, isn't she? She's the best gal a guy could ask for," Castian grinned with a chuckle as he gently kissed the top of the vehicle, petting her. He slid into the driver's seat, starting the engine and listening to it purr. That sound seemed to make his entire body sing, his right thumb stroking the steering wheel. I went to get into the passenger's side, but his fingers snapped to his lap as he barked, "You're here."

My cheeks were crimson as I complied, Mr. Lincoln sitting where I was going and Mr. Hayes sitting in the back seat as Castian buckled us up, purposely making the seatbelt tight so I was pressed against him. I nervously held onto him as he pulled us out of the garage and started driving away from his place, my body trembling at being in his lap while he was driving. I was anxious about the statistics I knew of car accidents where the driver was distracted, and my being in Castian's lap can be considered a good distraction.

"I'm not going to kill us," One of his hands held my waist, the other held the wheel, his eyes never leaving the road. I was thankful, but I didn't loosen my grip around him as he chuckled, his palm massaging me to ease my stress, "Have faith in my driving, Love."

"I'm more worried about being a distraction and making us crash," My response made him laugh, kissing my temple as I whined, "I've read the statistics."

"Most of those involve drunk driving or drug use, Kid," He retorted with a shake of his head, "Besides, do you really think I'd drive my baby around if I was concerned about having an accident?"

"Jax said that once and then totaled his car," I glared with a clenched jaw, remembering the time Jax and I got into an accident.

Apollyon was bright tonight. You could turn your lights off and still see the road. It was beautiful. It all would be distracting if it weren't for Jax having me in his lap while he drove, his head bopping to the music that jammed through the stereo.

"Are you sure you know where we're going, or are you just being an ass so I stay in your lap longer?" I muttered, my fingers combing through his hair, "We've passed the same tree twice, now. Also, slow down. I'm not dying in your lap."

"Alright, maybe I'm just wanting to keep ya in my lap longer," He admitted, chortling as he pecked my lips and glanced at me, "I'm not going to get us killed. I wouldn't be driving my baby girl if I was concerned about an accident."

I took that to heart and kept my mouth shut. I didn't want to argue and piss him off. We'd just had a date, and I didn't ruin that. My irises watched the world around us, only to start paying attention to the black, tinted vehicle speeding up and tailing us.

"Oh, come on," Jax murmured, with a roll of his eyes, "Would you just piss off?"

He'd speed up a little, and they'd follow. He'd go to the next lane, and they'd follow. If he'd purposely slow to get them to stop, they'd bump his rear and get him to swear. This pattern had my nails digging into his shirt before I pleaded, "I'd feel more comfortable in the other seat, please?"

"We'll be alright, Lune. This prick is just havin' a little fun. We'll lose him shortly," The fear I had had him caving, quickly unbuckling the seat so I could escape to the passenger side. Once I was safe under the seat buckle, my eyes glued to the car behind us. They never let up. We'd turn, and they'd follow. We started coming to a yellow light, and Jax slowed as it turned red. The vehicle followed, but right up on our ass, "Goddamnit, what is his fuckin' problem? I understand having a good time, but don't hit my car! I just got fresh paint, For Fuck's Sake."

He took a deep breath as the light greened, his car beginning to move as he exhaled. After what seemed like forever, the person left us alone, and we eased. My heart calmed as I breathed, "Finally."

"See? I told you I wouldn't be driving my babe if I was worried about ---," We were interrupted by the scream of tires and the shatter of glass as the same vehicle crashed into Jax's side. The world tumbled and span, blood spraying everywhere as vision turned dark, the last thing seen being that Jax ran a red light.

"F-Fuck...," My voice was weak, my hand wiping the flowing red from my lips as I winced towards Jax, "J-Jax, are you alright? Scoria, answer me."

Fumbling with my seatbelt, I managed to escape our prison. My head throbbed as I crawled to him, somebody screaming for help. All I could see with Scoria was red rivers and a pike through his ribs. His body was limp as the road rose with red and blue and the siren's shriek.

I stared and froze most of the rest of the time, my eyes tied to the river of red that soaked my shoes. I couldn't even respond to the medical attention I was getting, my mind stuck on my best friend as I murmured, "This is my fault... We wouldn't have been here if it weren't for me..."

He was dead for ten hours, his body too damaged to self-heal and bring him back. For ten hours I sat and waited, watching the doctors as they did what was needed. Ten hours of being told it was possible that he'd not come back at all. Ten hours of staring and whispering prayers and apologies. Ten hours of being blamed by a few people. Ten hours of being reassured by the rest. Ten hours of crying. Ten hours of panic attacks. Ten hours of pleas to our Gods to take me instead.

We wouldn't have been that way if I'd never begged to go on a date... We should've stayed home.

"Jax is an idiot, so he doesn't count," My thoughts ran away at Castian's voice calling me back to us. If he knew what I was thinking of, he expressed nothing.

"You think everyone is an idiot."

"I don't think you're an idiot," He replied bluntly, glancing over at me, "I've called everyone names but you. Don't let it go to your head, though. I just tolerate you."

Mr. Lincoln let out a chuckle from his seat, his eyes focused on the area we were driving around and bringing my attention towards the window. I didn't recognize where we were as he grinned, "You're bringing him here?"

"Beat ya to the punchline, did I?" Cast's voice was cocky, a smirk plastered on his lips, "I own a place around here. Give ya a guess on which one."

I watched as we slowed to a stop by some guy, Castian rolling down his window so they could talk, "Castian, Darling! How kind of you to give me attention."

"Only because if you touch my car, I'll shred you with her tires," He singsonged, his anger seemed to boil when they made eye contact with me, "Talk to him, you'll meet concrete."

The stranger gave me a startling look, my face burying into Ozora's neck as my body trembled. My mark was burning and drew my hand to grip it. This seemed to only amuse the guy as tears threatened to spew from my irises.

"Burn him again, and you'll wish it was the tires shredding you. Don't. Ruin. My. Night," Castian's throat ripped with snarling, an order that sent the dude packing quickly, "!"

We went back to driving as Cast's free hand caressed and held my head, a hum in his throat as he cooed in my ear. I listened to his sweet nothings, leaning into him delicately. Our still driving around told me he was trying to make sure our car wasn't being targeted. I reached for Mr. Lincoln's hand, earning him to lean over and kiss my head, holding my hand and easing my trembling, "You're alright, Kitten."

Tugging for my attention, he succeeded in getting kisses, nipping my bottom lip, and requesting access. I tried to fight, but Ozora's free hand palming me had my lips gasping, Mr. Lincoln's tongue slipping in. My throat whimpered as I tried to pull away, my legs shaking at Castian escaping my bulge and stroking it as he kept his focus on the road. Mr. Hayes' lips replaced Mr. Lincoln's before I had a moment to complain when he parted.

The car parking had Mr. Hayes pulling away, leaving me breathless as Cast carried me out of the car. I flushed, pressing further against him as he didn't cover me back up, hiding against his torso. As soon as Mr. Lincoln and Mr. Hayes were out of the car, he had it locked even though we were in some garage.

His hand formed into a fist before striking a button that turned on bright lights. It was blinding, my hand shielding my eyes until they adjusted. Blinking, I looked around, finding this place appeared to be a small warehouse. It had all sorts of weird things, Castian setting me down on a little mattress. My hands clasped the pillow I saw between my thighs, fixing my jeans as my cheeks were lava.

"No questions get to be asked. No complaints or bitching. No sitting and doing nothing," He held a grin, folding his arms over his chest. He had the devil in his eyes, a cruel tone waltz in his throat, "You get sixty seconds to hide and try and escape me. However, whatever I find you around I'm using on you. Whatever I find you touching, using, or hiding around I get to play with. One.."

My eyebrows furrowed as I looked at all three of them, all three of them turning away from me and not peeking so I could hide. I opened my mouth to speak but shut it before darting in the opposite direction. I knew better than to walk out the door. Ozora wasn't that dumb to just let me have a loophole. I needed to play at his level if I wanted to figure out what the hell he was planning.

"Twenty-three, twenty-four...!" I stumbled and looked around, traveling up some flights of stairs, finding an old car trunk filled with bags. My hands moved everything around, creating a little hiding place just in case. My feet brought me to another place to use as another hiding place. It had a sheet over some wooden thing, Castian's voice calling, "Thirty-seven, thirty-eight...!"

I eyed my surroundings, wiggling my jaw. I was trying to figure out what everything was for, but the countdown was one hell of a distraction. Some shelves had china plates, some had knives, and others had torches or wires. My eyes fell on a dangling chain, grabbing it and putting it in a way I could use for an escape if I got cornered. Next, I found a bunch of random things and quickly made a makeshift maze with small tunnels I could climb through.

"Fifty-nine, !" From where I stood, I watched him turn and look straight at me. He gave no time to even exhale as he jumped onto a ladder and started climbing, "Ready or not, Here I come!"

Mr. Lincoln and Mr. Hayes sat back against some stalls and tables, lightly conversating as they watched with amusement. Stumbling up the stairs, I ran to the chain, watching as Cast traveled his way over to me, "I-I'm massively going to regret this."

"Cornered already?" He teased with a shake of his head, a hum in his voice, "You're making things far too easy on me, Love. Don't disappoint me like that."

"You underestimate me," I murmured, wrapping the chain around my wrist and then dropping, swinging over to a two-by-four and balancing on it as I waved at him with a big smile, "I pay attention when you do parkour. It's all about mathematics!"

Calculate your distance, time it, and measure the speed and weight of the landing. Don't overthink, don't hesitate, and practice beforehand. Remember to breathe. Keep your eyes open. Exhale your fear, leap your faith, land your courage.

I quickly stepped over to a lower board, using a standing mattress and then walking backward as it toppled, landing safely on the ground without landing on my ass.

Amusement filled Castian's eyes, some surprise in them as he watched my bow. It quickly vanished as he backflipped and landed on the ground. Wrong move. He lost sight of me the moment his back turned.

I zipped into my tiny maze, ducking through a tunnel at his arrival, only to yelp at a chain wrapping around my ankle and yanking me towards him. His hands trapped me around him, his lips plastering against mine as he purred, "Two more, and your hiding and running is over."

He watched me run away, my body skidding and losing him as I found the sheeted wood and hid for a breather. It was nice to have a moment to catch my breath and try and think of a plan.

"You can't escape me, Pet. I'm going to get you!" I covered my mouth as I heard him humming and strolling by. My throat squealed as he peered in, and stole another kiss, "One more!"

Jump-scaring Prick --!