"Get your hands off me..." I choked out, crawling back and pressing myself against the wall, my heart almost ripping out of my chest when he followed my movement, trapping me against the wall. Okay, note to self, never back away, just run, because one way or another, a fucking wall is going to cage you in outta nowhere.
"But," he paused to lean closer and I inhaled deeply before darting my eyes around the area, praying someone, anyone, would come and save me. "Why?" he asked, painfully slow, as if he didn't know the answer to his question.
"Francis, I don't want to hurt you, please-" Laughter erupted my words and I swallowed down the lump in my throat before glaring at him.
"You? Hurting me? How cute, darling. Alright then, give me your best shot." He started to amuse, like this was all some big game to him. I gritted my teeth and raised my hand to slap him when he caught it with ease before yanking me closer, resulting in my face almost touching his.
"You lost your chance, now it's my turn." He muttered, his eyes growing a shade darker and before I could scream, he clutched my mouth, roughly pushing me against the wall before burying his face in the crook of my neck. It all happened so fast, I felt his tongue brush against my skin and the next thing I knew, Francis was being torn apart from my body and thrown to a side. I looked up and my eyes widened when I saw Draven, his hands balled into a fist with his jawline clenched in anger and hatred filling his eyes completely, making them almost pitch black. A cold shiver ran down my spine upon seeing this side of Draven, a side I never thought he had. His eyes held that murderous intent of killing.
"Draven, wai-" I started to call out but it was too late. Draven bolted up to Francis, who was now getting up and before he could even stand up straight, Draven punched him again, sending him stumbling back down. I swear, I just heart the sound of bones cracking. My eyes widened in horror as Draven towered over him and started punching him again, and again, and again. Throwing his fist at him repeatedly, punch after punch, blow after blow.
"Don't-you-ever-fucking-touch-her!" he spat, growling and only throwing more punches on poor Francis, who was probably unconscious by now, god knows if Vampires even faint.
"Draven, stop..." I finally choked out, standing up and sprinting towards him. "Stop! Draven!" I yelled, bending down and grabbing his upper arm but he roughly jerked them away, making me fall back in the process. Another punch. I couldn't take it...he really was going to kill him.
"I'm begging you, Draven, stop! You're going to kill him!" This time I screamed, praying someone would already hear me and come upstairs. Screw the loud music and the drunken fucktards. Someone is getting killed over here and none of them bother to show up?!
Without warning, I grabbed Francis's shirt, in an attempt to somehow pull him away but a hand grabbed my upper arm, squeezing them so hard that I let out a whimper before I was roughly pushed aside.
"You stay the fuck away from him, or I'll make sure he's not the only one beaten up tonight!" he threatened but I knew those were just empty words. His eyes had turned completely pitch black and I watched his knuckles turn white before he prepared to throw another punch but this time, I threw myself at him, resulting him to fall to a side with me landing on top of him, and I immediately sat up straight, wrapping my legs around his torso.
"Stop-" I cupped his cheek before he could open his mouth to yell at me and I felt his jawline clench under my palms, his breathings only getting heavier as I leaned my face closer to his. "Please, Draven, calm down..." I begged, tears glistening in my eyes as I tried to calm him and myself down. My hands were already trembling and I stared into his eyes, praying they would go back to their normal color.
"You better get off me before I end up doing something to you too, Adriana." His words were cold and deadly but I shook my head in protest.
"He's already unconscious."
"I don't fucking care! He deserves to be beaten to death-"
"Stop, just stop!" I cried as soon as he tried to get up and pushed him back down before doing the one thing I thought might calm him down. I pressed my lips against his and let the tears roll down my cheeks. I was scared, just scared. Scared and afraid that he would do something I'll never be able to forgive him for. Ever.
My heart melted away when he finally kissed me back, painfully slow, as if he was trying to fight back and conceal his anger. An arm made its way to my neck and I followed his movement, holding the back of his neck and savoring his lips. This felt so right. He was being so gentle and slow, as if he was trying to push all his feelings into the kiss. I wanted the kiss to last forever but due to the lack of oxygen, I finally had to pull away and rested my forehead against his as we just lay for the next few minutes, staring into each other's eyes, as if we were both searching for something inside them. His breathings became more even and I smiled a little when he closed his eyes in exhaustion. The anger he had in his eyes had rinsed away and his body seemed to be less stiff, making me sigh in relief. One kiss, one kiss was all it took to calm him down. Who knew the devil could be tamed?
"Go to my room, now." He said finally, fluttering his eyes open and standing up as I crawled away from him.
"You-you won't do anything right?" I questioned, standing up and looking at Francis, who was now lying down unconsciously.
"No promises." He finally muttered and I gave him a pleading look but he kept his gaze on Francis.
"Don't do it, Draven. It's enough, he's already-"
"I said," he turned to look at me. "No fucking promises." He growled and spat at the same time, making me flinch.
"Please, I-" I gasped when he grabbed my wrist and roughly jerked me closer to him.
"I swear to god, Adriana, I'm not in the fucking mood to negotiate with you right now," with each word, his eyes grew a shade darker and I pressed my lips together into a thin line. He finally gave me a long look before releasing his grip and without any more questions, I left, my eyes not leaving Francis's body as I made my way to Draven's room.

x-x

I paced around his room for hours and finally gave up, plopping down on his bed and bringing a pillow closer to my lips. What will happen to Francis? Would Draven kill him? There is no way, right? He wouldn't go that far.
After what seemed like forever, the door finally opened and I almost jumped up in my position upon seeing Draven's face.
"Where is Francis? Did you let him go? You didn't beat him up again, did you?" I poured down all my questions, running up to him and moving along with his fast pace as he marched towards the bathroom.
"Please, Draven, I can't sleep tonight if-" Draven suddenly hissed and spun around, poking my forehead sharply, making me hiss in pain.
"The only thing you need to be worried about is getting your cute ass to bed before I make you." He spoke softly yet had a demanding tone and I was about to say something when he opened the bathroom, casually stripping his shirt off and grabbing a towel.
"Draven, you're being-"
"Unless you want me to drag you in here with me, then move." He warned with no expression on his face and my eyes widened the size of saucers when he grabbed his belt, unbuckling it swiftly.
"No!" I snapped, blushing furiously before marching my way to the bed. I heard Draven chuckle lightly before the bathroom door shut close. I should literally figure out a way to make him stop treating me like a child.
A few minutes passed before Draven walked out with a towel loosely wrapped around his lower hip, revealing his V-line and let me tell you, this boy could definitely cut a bitch with it, no lies.
"Still sulking or just admiring what you see?" his voice was like a waking call and I immediately snapped my head towards the wall in front of me, tightening the hands I had across my chest as I straightened my posture. I cleared my throat as he started drying his neck with a small towel, making his way to the wardrobe, completely ignoring me. Huh, let's see how long he can do it.
I cleared my throat again, this time louder and straightened my posture again, glancing to see if he was now paying attention but no such luck. I mentally scoffed in disbelief and cursed a million times in my head before turning away again, trying to make it seem like I couldn't care less. I cleared my throat again, but this time a lot louder, and he ignored again.
"What, Adriana?" he finally groaned, turning around as I closed my mouth shut to stop myself from coughing any further. Yes, I went to extreme measures because the dick head wouldn't pay attention earlier, so coughing it was.
"Now that I've gained your attention." I started, turning to face Draven, who was now wearing a black and grey joggers, shirtless, might I add, but focus, Adriana.
"No shit." He grumbled, making my eyebrows knot in annoyance.
"Did you do anything to Francis or not?"
"You don't have to concern yourself about him! If anything, you should be grateful I let him live after what he did to you!" he suddenly snapped, but for someone reason, I was more relieved than scared.
"Thank god, so he's alive." I breathed and pressed my lips into a thin line when Draven shot me a deadly glare. If looks can kill, I would have been dead a long time ago.
"Shut up, Adriana, you're working on my last nerve." He growled and I turned away before going silent, not exactly intimidated by his words to be honest.
"Sorry." I mumbled out, slightly annoyed with his anger issues.
"Sorry, come again?" he questioned, placing his fingers behind his ear and leaning them closer, as if he didn't hear what I just said.
"I said, I am sorry!" I snapped, frustration boiling inside of me as I frowned at him before plopping down on the bed.
"I hardly call that an apology, doll face." I heard him say before the lights were turned off, making my heart skip a beat. It wasn't long before the bed sunk in and Draven got inside the sheets, tossing half of it around my body. With a small gulp, I started to edge closer to the bed, getting ready to jump off when a cold hand wrapped around my waist, holding me in place. I groaned and felt his chest vibrating as he let out a deep chuckle, pressing his chest against my back.
"You're cold, just let me sleep in my room."
"No."
"Drav-"
"No."
"But-"
"No."

I huffed in anger and I didn't have to look at him to know that he was either smirking or grinning at me right now.
"You're annoying." I grumbled, and he nuzzled in the crook of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
"You're beautiful." It sounded as if he was countering my insult back with a compliment and I blushed slightly, relieved that he wasn't able to see my embarrassed form.
"Damn, calm down doll face, it was just a compliment." He laughed a short laugh, brushing my hair to a side and I dug my nails in his arm that were tightly wrapped around my waist.
"I wasn't even-"
"Then explain why your heart was beating so fast just now?" he interrupted and I cringed in humiliation before regaining my form.
"It's because you're close and-" I froze when he kissed my neck, so softly and gently, sending goosebumps all over my body. "Draven, don't..."
"I won't." he placed another kiss before wrapping his leg around mine, making me stiffen in my position. I felt so scared, yet so secure inside his arms, his body pressed against mine, the heat radiating from our body. It just felt right. But it's not supposed to, right?
"Draven?"
"Hmm?"
"Please tell me you let Francis go, it's the only way I can sleep..." I gripped his hand and my breath hitched when he tightened the grip around my body, if that was even possible.
"I did. Now go to sleep." He sounded hesitant but I believed him.
"Thank you," I breathed and he simply hummed at my response. "I don't know why you and Dexter hate each other so much but it's really starting to get me curious and-" I shut my mouth when Draven hissed in my ears.
"Doll face, it's late, I'm tired. The last thing I wanna hear is his name coming out of your mouth" He grumbled, clearly mad that I was asking too many questions.
"But I-"
"So unless you want me to consider ripping your clothes off right here, right now and fucking you to sleep rather than letting you off, then I suggest you keep your mouth shut and actually use this chance to sleep." That sentence was all he had to say to keep my mouth shut and never opening again. My body was now burning hot in embarrassment as his words rang through my mind a million times. He wouldn't actually want to do it with me right? I mean, I'm sure Draven Cruz has standards. But then again, I'm perhaps an average? Okay, maybe a little below average but that's beside the point. Wait, why do I keep having thoughts like this? This is crazy, it's not like I even have feelings for him, why I am trying to guess his standard and whether I fit in the category of his whore list?
After a few more minutes of silent pep-talks with myself, I finally drifted into a long sleep.
x-x

I blinked a few times before letting out a soft groan, my throat already feeling dry. Water, a glass of water. I was about to push Draven's arm off of me when he tightened the grip, pulling my body even closer before he let out a soft moan.
"Where're you going?" he asked huskily, causing the butterflies in my stomach to go on a rampage. Okay, did I mention the fact that Draven's sleepy voice was the sexiest shit known to mankind? No, no I didn't, because it's ridiculous, I would never even have such a thought in my entire life.
"To grab a glass of water." I murmured, once again attempting to brush his hands away but he simply 'tsked' before sighing.
"Just stay."
"Draven, I just need a glass of water, I'll be right back." I mumbled impatiently and I heard him let out a soft groan before speaking.
"You have five minutes..." he was still half asleep, half awake and I nodded as he unwrapped his arm. I stood up and quickly walked out of the room, my eyes trying to adjust to the dim light that shone above me. The place was a mess but nobody seemed to be around and I lazily made my way to the dining room, taking my time. After drinking full two glasses of water, I started to make my way out but froze when I saw a dark figure, standing right in front of the door.
"Vincent?" I questioned and the dark figure took a step forward as I released the breath I didn't know I was holding back.
"God, you scared me, don't just stand there like a ghost." I stated with annoyance and watched him take another step forward.
"That's not the expression you put on when staring at a ghost, sweetheart." My heart froze for a few seconds as I mouthed the words "no" silently before Dexter appeared in front of me, causing me to gasp and take a step back.
"Hel-" my screams were muffled almost immediately as a hand grasped my mouth, the sudden force almost making me choke on my own breath as I struggled to break free.
"Shut the fuck up and keep quiet!" Dexter snapped, grabbing my face and forcing me to meet his eyes. Tears glistened in my eyes as I followed his order, already under one of his sick compulsions again.
"Please..." I choked out when he slowly wrapped an arm around my shoulders from the back, making me question his intimidating behavior.
"Sweetheart, you had one job and you couldn't even do that. Now you've put all my brothers in trouble and here you are, cozying up to Draven again. It pisses me off." He finally said through gritted teeth, his lips grazing against my ears as I tried to come up with a way to defend myself.
"You compelled me...I never wanted to do it..."
"Ah, but you begged for your freedom, which is why I assigned you to the task."
"You tricked me!"
"And you pissed me off." He spat and hissed at my ears, making me cower in fear.
"What do you want from me? What do you want from, Draven? Why are you doing this, Dexter?" I asked with a hint of plead in my voice.
"Why don't you ask Draven, sweetheart? I'm surprised he still haven't told you about me." He chuckled deeply, his chest vibrating as I tried to pull away but it was no use. My breath hitched when he pressed his lips against my neck, slightly tugging on my skin and at this point, I was begging my mind to just scream, throw a fit, whatever it takes. But instead, a whimper slipped through my lips and I let out a soft growl when I felt him smirk against my skin.
"You're so hard to resist, I can see why Draven is so attached to you." He mumbled, suddenly sucking on my skin, making me freeze for a few seconds before jerking myself away.
"Leave me alone, Dexter! Whatever you have with Draven, settle it with him, just leave me alone!" I raised my voice, turning around to face him and gasped when he suddenly disappeared, making my whole body tremble in fear as I darted my body around the room, trying to catch his figure. Realizing he had left, I brushed away a tear that had rolled down my cheek and rushed back to Draven's room, my knees almost giving away as I struggled to get inside the sheets and into his arms.
"You took more than five minutes." Draven mumbled in his sleepy voice, wrapping an arm around my trembling body as I pulled myself closer to his chest and clutched my hands together from trembling.
"You're shaking, what's wrong?" he almost sounded fully awake, fluttering his eyes open and I quickly shook my head with a smile.
"Just thought I saw a cockroach downstairs." I lied, scolding myself for not coming up with a better one but luckily Draven seemed to buy it.
"See, this is why you should've listened to me and stayed." He pulled me closer, my nose touching his solid hard chest as I blinked away the tears. Honestly, if he wasn't holding me like this right now, I would have broken down by now.
"Yes, I really should've stayed."

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