#oscararnolds

[lastcallforlovers-blog]

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Vampire AU

“Where am I?” The question was aggressively directed at her, as though he aimed to intimidate her. She rolled her eyes – boys were always the same, it was pathetic – and took her time in approaching the bed to which he was tied. 

“You know,” she murmured softly, seductively, “if you actually tried, you could easily break the bonds holding you.” She ran a scarlet fingernail down his bare chest.

The boy snarled, pulling at his bonds to no avail. “I said, where am I?!”

She tutted, patting him on the cheek before standing. “You know, I’m not particularly sure. I think we’re in Walachia but we could easily be in Transylvania. It’s easy to forget sometimes; they’re all equally as superstitious as one another.”

 “But that’s-“ 

“Impossible? Apparently not. So far from home? Indeed, it is. Vampire country?” She paused, grinning widely. “Yes, it most certainly seems so.” Her teeth glinted viciously in the moonlight, looking almost like steel.

 The boy struggled against his bonds again, a surge of fear running through him.

She sat back in her chair, disinterested in him once more.

“I’ll kill you once I escape! I swear to God I’ll-“

 “Shut up.” She snapped, annoyance palpable. “You won’t kill me. Of course, you can try, but you won’t succeed. And if you had listened earlier, imbecile, you can escape whenever you so choose.”

 He opened his mouth to yell at her that he was bound, unable to move, when suddenly he realized. No. Eyes widening in mortification, a smirk on the girl’s face as she watched him, he pulled – really pulled – at his bonds. They broke with ease and he thought he might weep at what he had become. 

Soon, his moment of self-pity passed, and anger raged inside him. He covered the space between the girl and himself in two steps, and picked her up from her chair, hand around her throat. Her heel-clad feet dangled inches above the ground, but she showed no sign of struggling to breathe. 

“Please,” she said with disdain in her voice. “I told you. Don’t make me regret making you. I know you aren’t as stupid as you may look.” 

A few moments passed between them before he dropped her unceremoniously. She picked herself up, dusting off her dress. 

“I’m all you have now, darling,” she told him. 

He refused to meet her eyes. “No.” He told her. “I am all I have now. You’re nothing to me but the stealer of my soul.”

[fair-helena]

"You weren’t meant to get involved."

Helena faltered just for a moment at the intensity of his blue eyes, but she was quick to begin to struggle out of his grasp even though she'd already tried this three times, and her strength was anything but growing.

"Obviously," She snapped, tossing her head so her blonde curls would move from her shoulder. It would've been a pretty terrible bank heist if they'd planned to encounter a classmate who could identify them by the mere sight of their eyes.

Still, she appreciated the hint of mercy and kindness that came from the statement. If they were truly ruthless and greedy bank robbers, they'd probably have immediately threatened her life. Or shot her. But these were her classmates, and though Oscar was the only one of the three teenagers she'd been able to positively identify (though she had it pretty narrowed down), she was sure they must've had a reason for all of this; The head-to-toe black get-up, the shiny guns in their hands, the yelling, the immediate seizing upon Helena and tying her wrists behind her back with Gods-know-what. 

They were high school students, not criminals. 

So maybe her reliable instincts prevented her from fighting her damnedest to get away, but that didn't mean she was going to spare any smiles as Oscar sat her down in the back of a black SUV with tinted windows. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" She gasped as they took off at full speed, sending her shoulder roughly into the person beside her. A bad bruising was guaranteed. "Do you really want to add kidnapping to your list of felonies?!" She hissed. All the while, she fidgeted behind her back with her wrists tightly wedged between her and the back of the seat, until she felt whatever was binding her wrists cut into her skin, making her jump and yelped softly, which prodded one of the masked accomplices to check her wrists and then tug on her elbow to keep her from continuing. So she wasn't going to be escaping. 

She glanced out the windows hurriedly, as if knowing where she was going would keep her from getting there. Oscar sighed and began to relay his situation. He'd returned home the previous day to find his home ransacked, his parents nowhere to be found, and a ransom note instructing him to get his hands on $500,000, or be orphaned. And if he didn't do it quickly, and if he contacted the authorities, they'd be killed right off and then come back for him. He didn't know who, or why, but he knew it couldn't happen. It sounded like a crazy action film, but she could tell how serious he really was, and she understood that having a girl from school running to blab to the cops would really not help the tight schedule they were trying to keep.

"I get it." She said reluctantly, and then turned to glance at the car and it's contents. "And if you'll be so kind as to untie me, I promise to wait until the whole thing plays out." Her voice must've held an amount of sincerity, because Oscar nodded, believing her.

She let out a long breath as she turned in her seat belt to enable the person sitting beside her to untie her. She tilted her head as she felt her hands become free and immediately, she rubbed at the cut on her forearm. "But," she began, using her hands to smooth out her skirt, which was bunched inappropriately and uncomfortably underneath her, "If you end up arrested, and I get charged with anything, don't think I won't claim you kidnapped me."