24. On Your Knees

Chapter 24

On Your Knees

" Y ou flew away from us again, little Firefly," Victor said, making me point out,

"And you tied me to the bed."

"Yes, and what little good it did us," he replied, pulling me toward the sofa and, no surprises, it was black. Just like pretty much everything else in the room. I mean, if I didn't already know they were Vampires, I would have seriously been questioning it now. The walls were blood red and every piece of furniture in the room was black. A high gloss painted on intricately carved wood, depicting scenes of war and death on one wall. Then there was another that held nothing but different religious crosses all hung upside down, making me question, wasn't that the sign of the antichrist? If that wasn't a sign that they were Vampires, I didn't know what was. I looked down and the thick red rug beneath my feet was fascinating, with its fancy swirls of black and gray.

In fact, I was so busy taking in the rug that I didn't realize I was sitting until I felt myself being pulled back, and they each took a seat next to me.

"Relax back, sweetheart," Victor ordered gently as his hand rested at my shoulder, applying enough pressure to have me doing as he asked. My shoulder was now bare after my strap had been encouraged to fall down, thanks to Victor's touch.

"What are you going to do to me?" I asked after I was clearly positioned where they wanted me.

Talon chuckled at this and told me, "For starters, to get you off your feet before you fall again."

I blushed and told them in a small voice, "I'm not used to heels."

"Good, then you won't be able to run when wearing them," Talon said, winking at me.

"Well, I borrowed these from Stacey, so they are too big for me, along with the dress, only that isn't too big for me because my boobs are bigger than hers, but she also did my hair and make-up," I told them in my drunken slur.

Victor grinned at me, only it wasn't one of mocking but more like one of the adoring kind.

"You look beautiful, Nessa, a feast for our eyes but I have to ask, why the change?" Victor asked, making Talon agree,

"A gothic treat indeed."

I blushed again and fussed with my skirt,

"This is my disguise."

Talon looked like he was trying not to laugh as he flicked a petal off the rose in my hair.

"I am sorry to tell you this, Sweetheart, but there is nothing you could wear that would be able to disguise you from us… not even a garlic dress," Victor said, adding this last part in a playful tone in my ear and, making me giggle despite myself.

"Do you own a dress, Peach?" Talon asked, making me shake my head at him and the look he gave me wasn't pity, it was annoyance. I was about to ask why, when he declared, "Well, that is going to fucking change and soon."

"That's okay, I don't need a dress. I only work at a bookstore," I said, making Victor run his fingers along my jaw before gently turning my face to his.

"You will let us take care of you, won't you, Nessa?"

I jerked back a little, surprised by his question.

"You want to take care of me?" I asked, my mind whirling because I didn't understand it.

"Of course we do… this never should have happened," Talon answered and when I looked down, it was only then that I realized my left hand was in his and he was running a finger along my bruised wrist. "You fought your restraints… is that how you got free?" he asked as his brother Victor picked up the other and kissed the inside of my wrist.

The blueish skin there showed how hard I had struggled to get free, which was something he looked like he regretted seeing.

"I think so," I replied, knowing I was lying and couldn't tell them how I had actually escaped.

If I did, then I would have no chance at doing so again because, clearly, they weren't going to let me go home tonight. No, I knew there was only one place I was going to end up, and the thought scared me as much as it didn't. It was like willingly wanting to step into the forbidden, knowing that there was a chance at being trapped forever.

A willing prisoner.

"And the locks on the door, how was that possible?"

I frowned and told him, "I don't feel so good."

I wasn't lying, because there was something about talking about this that made me feel strange. I could feel them grant each other a look over my head, as if something secret and silent was passing through them.

"Would you like some water?"

I nodded, answering Victor's question as Talon stood and walked his big body to the desk. He pressed something and just like at their home, a voice spoke through a hidden speaker.

"My Lord?"

"Water and perhaps some painkillers," he added, believing my sickness was due to my drinking. And who knew, maybe it was but also… what if it was something else?

"Who were you here to find if not my brother and I?" Victor asked, and I started shaking my head.

"Tell me," he pressed, and I opened my mouth ready to tell him, because like before, I couldn't deny him. However, the dizzy feeling increased and before I could stop myself, my head flew forward and I vomited all over their floor.

Victor seemed too shocked to move for a moment but as I started to heave up more, he acted. I felt all my hair being gathered back from my face and held there at the base of my neck. Then Talon came over and crouched low next to me, his hand rubbing soothing circles at my back.

"That's it, get it all up, baby," Talon soothed, seemingly unbothered by the fact that I had just thrown up all over their expensive looking rug. Vampire kidnappers or not…

I was utterly mortified.

"I'm… so… sorry, I can… replace it," I tried to tell them, making Victor growl next to me, causing me to flinch at the aggressive sound.

"We don't give a shit about the rug, Sweetheart, so just shut up and get yourself feeling better… Yeah?" Talon told me as he continued to rub my back. I heard a knock at the door, and my shame doubled when I realized we were no longer alone.

"Water," Victor snapped and at first, I thought he was talking to me. But then he ordered, "Now leave."

I shuddered at the anger in his tone, and Talon felt it with his hand still on my back.

"Victor," he warned, obviously knowing that his brother was scaring me.

I wondered if they were doing that thing again, just communicating with a look, because the next thing I knew, Victor was leaning forward and holding out the glass for me.

"Here, drink, baby," he said gently, sounding like his brother and making me instantly relax at the tenderness in his voice.

I did as he asked, feeling myself calm enough to keep it down. But, this was where the shame hit me and it did so with the strength of a fucking truck.

"Please… please let me leave. I am so embarrassed," I confessed, making Victor scoff while Talon told me,

"You are going nowhere."

A few seconds after this, I was being taken in Talon's arms as he picked me up, making my dizzy head fall back against his arm.

"I thought I was going nowhere?" I asked with my eyes closed, because it was the only way to stop the world from spinning.

"Ssshh, little drunk girl," Talon hushed down at me, and I opened my eyes when I heard a door close, surprised to find myself in a bathroom. And not the type I would have expected to find in a nightclub.

There were no cubicles apart from one. A hexagon of glass that surrounded the large shower head above and became the whole focal point of the room. It was so unusual in its design and shape, that it looked more like something you would find in an art gallery. Like a glass cage sectioned by its black metal lines.

Double sinks sat along the wall facing the shower and were set into the gray marble vanity. A toilet was set back behind another wall, but the shower was the main feature in the room.

Talon set me down on the counter in between the sinks, with a wall of mirrors at my back. Mirrors I was glad I couldn't see in to because I dreaded what I looked like. I could feel tears still clinging to my skin from my sickness, making me wonder if my mascara was running down my face, as well as the lipstick I could feel smudged at the corners. This was confirmed when Talon stepped in front of me and used his thumbs to wipe under my eyes, tipping my face up as he cupped my cheeks.

"Not gonna lie, Sweetheart, but you're a mess."

I winced and tried to turn my face away in shame. But he wouldn't allow this, instead dipping his face closer to mine and with a grin firmly set, he told me,

"But you're our lovely mess."

"Damn right," Victor agreed, following us inside with a packet of something in his hand, as well as the water.

"One of the bar staff found these," Victor told his brother, handing him what looked like a packet of face wipes.

Talon didn't say anything, but he pulled one free and came to my face, making me pull back long enough to say,

"I can do it."

"You can but you won't," he warned, and his easy-going tone had been replaced by a stern order. One I couldn't deny, especially when he gripped my chin and used his hold on me to keep my face still.

"Close your eyes," he told me, now using a fresh wipe over my eyes. The white cloth came away black and patchy. Next was my lips, which again received a new wipe as well as something extra from Victor.

"You allergic to mint?" he asked.

I shook my head and told him, "It just makes me sneeze."

One side of his lips lifted at this, and it was a smirk that remained when he said, "Then open up."

Again, I did so without thinking and he popped something in my mouth, once more causing me wonder why I was so damn trusting of these two… so trusting that I seemed to do everything they ask me to. Okay, so it wasn't like he had just slipped me a drug or anything, and I was relieved to discover it was like he said… a mint. I definitely needed it to rid myself the taste of vomit from my mouth, but nothing could rid me of the knowing tickle I felt rising in my nose.

"Achoo!" I sneezed, just like I said I would, causing Talon to chuckle as Victor ran the backs of his fingers down my cheek and said,

"Too fucking cute."

Again, I blushed, something they could see with ease now I was free of all my makeup and Talon finished cleaning my face.

"Ah there she is, our pretty girl," he stated.

"She is indeed, now drink," Talon said, holding out the glass to me once more. I did as I was told and I had to admit, that despite how mortifying being sick in front of them was, I had never in my life felt so cared for.

"No one has ever cared for me like this before," I told them before I could stop myself, my filter completely obliterated thanks to whatever alcohol was still left in my system.

Talon gave me a soft look and Victor told me,

"Then you should get used to it, Firefly, because we are going nowhere."

To prove this, what he did next had my mouth dropping in what was most likely a comical way. Talon even chuckled and tapped my chin just to remind me of this shameful fact. But it couldn't be helped, not when his brother had started to unbutton his shirt.

"What… what are you doing?" I stammered, my eyes widening as his amazing body came into view. It was like the parting of the Nile, because it felt just as epic a moment as he pulled his shirt open and slipped it from his big shoulders. But he didn't stop there… next, he tugged at his belt and opened up his slacks.

After this, he walked to the shower and tapped on the fancy control bar. The sound of rain filled the space as the shower started up. My mind still whirled and I hyper focused on Victor's incredible body. In fact, my eyes wouldn't have moved from the sight of Victor's muscles if someone had offered to clear me of all my debts.

Holy fuck! His body was incredible. A powerhouse of muscle, each one ripped and begging to be traced by my fingers. The rippling eight pack and that delicious V as if pointing the way… Jesus, if I thought my mouth was dry before, then this was like drinking sand. I nearly choked on my mint!

"Like what you see, Sweetheart?" Talon asked with a chuckle, once more tapping my chin. I was completely unable to close my mouth, though, especially when Talon stood back and with a twist of his torso, he had his own black T-shirt up and over his head in half a second.

"Oh fuck," I muttered as more muscle revealed itself.

It was like being rewarded with my own stripper show because he too yanked at his belt buckle, one metal and more of a biker style. I think it was the grim reaper, which fit the dark side of him.

The top button of his jeans was next, and I swear I couldn't fucking breathe. Not when I had the sight of them both in front of me, standing next to each other. The difference between the two of them was startling, despite being able to see the slight resemblance in their facial features. They had the same bone structure, with high cut cheek bones and regal noses. They were also close in height as well as bulk, despite Tal being slightly bigger.

However, if I had to point out the differences, then I would have said that Victor's body was more that of a super toned athlete. Like some aggressive, cage fighter. Whereas Talon was less cut and more bulky massive muscle, like a body builder. His shoulders were slightly wider and his stomach slightly less tapered. But no matter the differences between them, every inch of them was incredible and something I couldn't stop looking at. Or perhaps drooling was the right word… shit, was I drooling? I even raised a hand to my mouth just to check.

"Whatcha reckon, Brother, is our girl wearing too many clothes?" Talon asked, nudging his brother's shoulder, making me gasp at what he implied.

"I believe so, let's rectify that, should we?" Victor replied, a cunning glint in his eyes as he approached.

"I… I…" I couldn't speak and a single brow raised in challenge for me to do so, as a half-naked Victor came so close I had no choice but to look up at him. Once there, he gently removed the flower from my hair and set it down on the counter.

"Didn't I say I would tear your dress off you?" he asked, making my cheeks heat yet again. I swear, blushing was like a permanent state of mine around these two men.

"Only if dressed like a vegetable," I reminded him, making him shake his head a little and smirk, as if he didn't know what to do with me but liked me all the same.

"Plus, this dress is called Ophelia and it isn't mine," I told him, and he chuckled before running his finger across my lips that were no longer painted red.

"Fuck me, you're so fucking cute," he told me and again, I couldn't stop blushing. But then he did something I never would have expected him to do.

He got down on one knee.