Blood Lust

Albert Fraiser lived his life cursed with the bloodline of his family. He has grasped this fact for many years, but he's never known the horrors that his way of life could bring until he finds himself creating one of his own. As time progresses, Albert soon starts to feel different about the woman-Melody Lashing-than he had before. But the road ahead is rough...and there's no telling if their relationship can survive the events that lay ahead...


19. One Step Closer

Melody's POV


After Luke left, I tried to free myself again. I tried to get free for several minutes before I felt the tears that I'd held in surface. Hot tears ran down my face, scolding my cold skin. I jerked harder and harder, acting out of anger. 

"Are you crying?" 

The voice startled me, and I snapped my head towards the source.

There, at the front of the room was a blonde haired boy about seventeen years old, looking at me with surprised light blue eyes; it was Tucker, Luke's younger brother. I sniffled, honestly confused to why he was there.

"Why wouldn't I cry?" I asked, "My ex kidnapped me and is trying to kill a close friend of mine." 

"It was my idea to kidnap you." He said, smiling apologetically, "Sorry, Mel. But if you want your life back-"

"I don't want my life back. I want you Veralds to leave me alone!" I interrupted in a hiss.

"Luke told me-"

"Luke is a lying bastard. And you're too gullible."

He raised his hands in mock surrender, "Damn, you're grumpy." He muttered.

"The only reason I'm involved is because I thought it was something that you wanted. I thought you loved your life."

I sighed, "That's before I found out about all of this."

He slowly nodded, "You don't want this..." He started, "How can I help?" A smile came across his lips.

"Help? You want to help me, really?" I was truly shocked. 

"You're like a sister to me. Of course, I'll help." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small key. 

I smiled gratefully after he unlocked the handcuffs, and stood. 

He paused, "You're still the same, aren't you?" He asked.

I nodded, "I...I think so. I feel the same." After I spoke, he sighed and led me out the door.

"Tucker..." He looked over his shoulder at my small whisper, raising a brow.

"If you didn't know that I didn't want all of this, then why did you handcuff me to the bed?"

He sighed, looking in front of him as we neared the kitchen, "Luke told me too. Ever since our dad died, he's been in charge. No one asks the boss questions; we just do as we are told, and keep in mind that the boss's decisions are better for all of us." 

I frowned at that, but didn't speak. Tucker led me to the first floor of the house, kneeling beside a rug on the floor and moving it to the side to reveal a small wooden door that was built into the floor.

He reached down and pried it open, looking up at me before gesturing toward the opening.

I climbed down the ladder, and glanced toward Tucker, waiting for him to get on firm ground. He closed the small door, closing the door above before actually climbing down. 

He led me across the small basement, and to a large door. Once he swung it open, he walked in.

I hesitated before walking into the room. Wow... This was the rest of the basement. They had closed it off from the rest, and were using it as a...torture chamber...? That thought sent a shiver through my body.

I overlooked the room before I spotted a figure on the ground, curled up on itself. A gasp escaped me, my eyes watering once more at the sight. I knelt down, bringing Albert's head in my lap and looking down at his face. I ran my fingers over his cheek, sniffling to contain my tears. His eyes were closed, and his face was dirtied, but I didn't care. I kissed his still lips anyway. His chest was moving slowly up and down, which made me relax a little more. 

Tucker was silent, letting me have my moment. 

I wiped my tears away, reaching over and picking up Albert's roped hands. As I began to pick at the bonds, Albert's eyes fluttered open.

For a moment, he looked confused, "This a dream?" He grumbled, his voice a quiet croak. 

I smiled, "No. It's real." I whispered, "I'm getting you out of here." 

He slowly smiled. Suddenly, his eyes flickered to something behind me, and his smile disappeared.

That was when I heard the clicking of the gun.

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