Untamable (Dark Louis Fanfic)

I pressed her up against the wall, holding her legs around my waist. I planted kisses along her jawline and down to her neck. I heard her small moan and a smirk grew on my face. I loved the control I had over her. I walked us over to the bed and I set her down, hovering over her. She looked up at me and fluttered her eyelashes. That one innocent gesture made my control snap, and I crashed my lips against hers. She tangled her fingers in my hair, tugging lightly at the strands. I moaned and moved my hands down her sides, stopping right above the waistband of her sweatpants. My name fell repeatedly from her lips as I tugged down the thick, soft material of her sweatpants. She groaned as I returned my hands to her hips, letting my fingers ghost over her skin. I could see the goosebumps raise under my touch, and a shudder ran through her body. She was mine. All mine, and I loved it more than I should've.

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6. Mine

"Zac.." Is all I can manage to gasp out. I feel tears spring to my eyes once more, and I almost collapse at the sight of my best friend. Zac's face is covered with blood, and I can see the multiple cuts and bruises on his body. His clothes are ripped and torn. Mason has a hold of Zac by the back of his shirt. Zac is sitting on his knees, but his weight is mostly being supported by Mason's hold on his shirt. 

"This one is a fighter, Alex. He wouldn't tell me anything. And do you know the sad part? He was calling for you the whole time, but where were you? Asleep. That's where." Mason's forest green eyes burn holes into mine. His jet black hair is matted and it is going out wildly in all directions. He has on a black tank top with baggy jeans that have been pulled and torn. 

"A-Alex.. Don't do anything... anything he s-says." Zac pants. I can see his heavy breathing, and I feel my heart sink. I remember my dad's heavy breathing in the crashed car, and I feel my blood start to boil slightly. Mason cannot take away Zac like my father was taken from me. 

"Shut up!" Mason snaps, pushing Zac forward harshly, sending him hurling onto the grass. I get a sudden bolt of courage, and I run over to him, kneeling beside him. I hear mason's amused chuckle.

"I stopped being your play thing a long time ago, Mason. Now just leave me alone!" I looked up at him, anger burning in my veins. 

"Oh, Alex. So naive. You never stopped being mine. And you never will. You're mine whenever I want you to be. That's the way it is." He sneered down at me. He raised his hand to hit me, and I lost all of the confidence I had just had, flinching back, and raising my arms in defense. I braced myself for the impact, but it never came. I creased my eyebrows, and looked up. Mason was still there, but he was looking ahead of him, a confused expression on his face. I looked where he was looking, and I saw a figure standing there. "What do you want?" Mason growled at the person.

"I want what's rightfully mine." That voice.. It can't be.. The guy from the party. He's saving me again? Why? Who is he? Mason's laughter snapped me back to reality, and I looked from him to the other guy.

"You mean, Alex? That's the funniest thing I've heard all day. She isn't yours, so I suggest you scram." Mason hissed. The other guy laughed now. "What?! What's so funny?!" Mason yelled.

"She isn't mine?" The other guy chuckled. "Check her neck, and tell me that she isn't mine." He said. I could make out the smirk on his face as he stepped closer to us. Mason looked down at me, yanking me up by my arm. He pulled my hair away from my neck, making sure to rip a few strands from my head. I whimpered as his finger brushed over the mark on my skin. I saw his face contort in anger. He pushed me down harshly, and I fell in front of Zac. With the little strength he had left, Zac reached over, and moved me behind him.

"This isn't the end of our little game, Alex. Next time, you won't be so lucky that your little friend showed up." Mason sneered down at me. With that, he walked off into the woods, the fog that had gathered swallowing him entirely.

"Zac, are you okay?" I asked him, rolling him over to face me. I rested my hand on his cheek, feeling the warmth of the fresh blood smeared on his face.

"Yeah, I'm only bleeding internally." Zac managed a weak laugh. I felt a tear fall down my cheek, and I choked out a laugh. I heard footsteps behind me, and I turned quickly, seeing the guy who has saved me twice now. I watched as he bent down behind me. What is he doing? I felt his arms wrap around me, and lift me up, pulling me to the street.

"What are you doing? Let me go!" I said, thrashing around in his grip.

"Calm down, Alex. Calm down." He said, pinning me against his car. My eyes darted behind him to Zac laying, not moving, on the ground. My eyes grew wide, and I tried to push forwards once more. "Alex!" The guy yelled, making me flinch. "I called the paramedics already. They're on their way here to pick him up and take him to the hospital." I heard the slight disgust in his voice. How could he not feel sympathy for Zac? Does he not have a heart? I gave him a disgusted look, and tried pushing him away again. he didn't budge. His jaw clenched, and he gripped the material on the shoulder of my shirt tightly in his fist. "If you want him to make it out of this alive, then I suggest you start cooperating with me. Now." He growled at me. I flinched back, and felt my hand shaking.

"I-I'm sorry." I whispered, more afraid of him now then when I first met him. I looked down at the ground. He sighed, and took a deep breath before lifting my chin up with his hand. His eyes had somewhat returned to their original light blue, and he gave me the friendliest smile he could muster. He spoke in the softest voice I had heard from him yet.

"Do you hear that?" He asked. What? Hear what? Just as I was about to open my mouth to question him, I noticed the sound of faint sirens in the distance. "They're on their way, so just stay right here, and let me handle this, alright?" He said. I gulped and nodded.

I wanted so badly to run over and comfort Zac, to at least say goodbye to him before they took him away. I wanted to tell him that everything would be alright, but I knew that with this guy here, I couldn't do that. He wanted me for himself, and If I was to go over to Zac, he would see Zac as a threat. That would only put Zac in more danger, so I stood firm and watched as the guy walked over to where the ambulance had just pulled up.

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