Imogen 

"Our family is special," Rebel said, scratching the nape of his neck.

My brows scrunched up. "What the hell does that mean?" I asked. "How are we special?"

"Here I'll show you." He gently grabbed my arm and led me to the kitchen as Lucas followed right behind us. 

"Okay, don't scream," Rebel said, seeking for approval in my eyes. He began looking in our drawers, seeking for something. His fingers were skimming all over the spoons and forks, in search of something else. He reached for a knife, inspecting it before turning back around.

"Wh-" Suddenly, a cold sensation entered my body, my eyes dilated seeing the knife plunged into my stomach. Rebel pulled it out quite roughly, making a whimper escape my lips.

"Imogen!" Lucas's eyes were wide in horror as he ran towards me. I lost my balance, falling onto the floor as Lucas caught my head from hitting the floor. He grabbed paper towels, trying to clean up the blood that was flowing out. I was still in shock at what just happened and struggled to react. I reached up to my stomach, touching the gushing blood that was flowing out. 

"Just wait," Rebel said with his arms crossed, staring deeply at my wound.

"What is happening?" Lucas asked, his mouth hanging wide open.

I felt the weird sensation of my body repairing itself once again. My shirt was drenched in blood, but I didn't feel any more blood flowing out. I lifted my shirt above my abdomen where the cut should be and saw my skin unharmed. 

"Wow, that's incredible," Lucas said, his widened blue eyes, inspecting the area. "If she could heal herself then how was she able to get into a coma?"

"Apparently, as I've learned through experience, if you have multiple wounds. Your body isn't able to heal fast enough, which probably caused the coma," Rebel said while grabbing an apple from the counter.

"Well, that makes sense in a weird way," I laughed.

Rebel took a bite out of the apple. "There also something else," Rebel mumbled.  

"What?" I questioned, lifting myself up from the ground. How many secrets could there be? Next thing I know, he would tell me I can become invisible.  

"We are also able to live more than once," Rebel blurted.

"How is that possible?" I asked. 

"It's been running through our family for generations. It's supposed to be kept between the special families. If anyone else finds out about it, they will hunt us down and murder us," Rebel explained. "We can't risk anyone knowing so," he turned towards Lucas, "We got to kill this fella." Rebel grabbed the knife he held before, glaring at Lucas and started walking towards him. Lucas tried backing up away from Rebel, but his back hit the wall behind, having nowhere else to go. Lucas's eyes were filled with fear.

"I'm sorry but I have to protect my sister," Rebel said, getting ready to plunge the knife into him. 

"Wait! No, don't hurt him!" I shouted, running towards them. I grabbed ahold of Rebel's arm, surprisingly being able to hold him back. I could feel him grunting and struggled under my grip to move it towards Lucas but I was able to hold it back.  

"Please Rebel," I said, losing my grip on him. "He won't tell anyone. He's my soulmate!" I begged, my fingers slipping from the knife.

"You could have just said that," Rebel laughed, putting his hand back down. Lucas exhaled the breath he was holding. 

"Doesn't that mean someone has already found out? They already tried taking her the night that led to her coma," Lucas queried.

"Someone must suspect her or have heard it from somewhere. We are pretty difficult to find and we are often scattered to different parts of the world. I had a hard time finding our mother and an even harder time finding our sister," Rebel said. "I am however part of our town council and there are people on it who are trying to hurt our kind. I've heard someone mention your name for having unexplainable behavior," he informed us, dropping the knife in the sink.

"What the hell? Now I have to worry about people hurting me," I said, pushing my hair strands out of my face.

"Don't worry too much. I'll be here for now to protect you," he promised. "Oh, something else."

"What, another thing?" I groaned. 

"Only in our family, there are two names written on our wrists," he said, rolling his leather jacket sleeves up, showing me his wrists. My eyes stared down to examine it and saw the name Jenny and Emma written on it.

My hand reached up to the nape of my neck, rubbing it slowly and bite my lip a bit too harsh. "I think I exposed myself... When both names appeared on my wrist, I was really confused so I went to go see Euphoria," I confessed.

"Well, that explains it. We should probably lie low for a while. They are going to be sending people to this house. It's not safe right now," He advised, rubbing his jaw and his mind looked to be immense in thoughts.  

"But I can't leave," I said.

"It's the only option to make sure you are okay," he said.

"Isn't it obvious if we go into hiding that I'm the one they're looking for?" I questioned.

"You could say that but you already exposed yourself. So, we are going," he demanded, "Go pack enough clothes for a few weeks." I nodded.

"Okay. But, do you think Lucas can come?" I pouted my lip while also clasping my fingers together.

I've only known Lucas for several months but I completely trust him. He could have left me when I was in a coma but he stayed by my side. No regular teenage boy would wait months for his new girlfriend to wake up. I'm thankful for him and will always do anything to protect him. 

"Yeah, sure. The more the merrier," he said, walking towards the couch. I rushed up the stairs into my room. I quickly went through my drawers picking random outfits to pack into my suitcase. I also made sure to pack the really important things. I quickly finished but Rebel said Lucas went back to gather some things. I guess it must have taken some convincing for his parents to allow him to join us.

He told me some stories to pass the time; I enjoyed getting to learn more about him. My favorite story he explained was when he went camping without telling his foster parents and they spent weeks searching for him. Suddenly, I remembered Drew telling me he was going to come over tonight, but now there's a change in plans. I took out my glittery phone from my pocket and sent him a message.

To Drew

Don't come over. I'm going to be out later. I'll be fine :) don't worry.

Only a few seconds passed by since I sent my message, but I already felt my phone buzzed against me.   

From Drew

Wait, we can go out together. 

As I received that message, a knock at my door echoed in the room. I opened to see Lucas with his suitcase ready. We all got into Rebel's black truck that weirdly matched his aesthetic. During the ride, I started to yawn, feeling the slumber take over me. Just before I could drift off to sleep, Lucas moved my head down to his lap and caressed my hair until I fell asleep.  

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"Guys, we here," Rebel parked in front of a huge dark Victorian house, looked strange and silent, as if no one lived there in years. There were no neighboring houses like the house was on an abandoned movie set. 

We walked in the big two-door entrance at the end of the archway in the middle part of the square pavement. My eyes widened by how enormous the chandelier was hanging from the ceiling, right by under the chandelier was the gigantic staircase. The stairs were covered in crimson cloth, leading up to the second floor. I dragged my suitcase up the lengthy flight of stairs, choosing the first room that appeared. It had a black and purple scheme, surprisingly I liked the color, it would be nice for the morning when the sun is trying to peek through. I placed my suitcase on the carpet floor and launched my body onto the bed. 

"Do you want this room?" Lucas laughed, his hand in his pocket, leaning against the door frame.

"Yes, Come let's cuddle!" I extended my arm, waving them like a childish girl. 

He tilted his head, releasing a chuckle from his lips, and started walking towards me. "Of course," he kicked off his shoes, jumping into the bed right next to me. 

The warmth of his body helps me feel comfortable. I could feel his fingers caressing my exposed skin. I felt like I could lie in bed with him for hours and would never need to get up for anything. My legs bent and separated over his, my knees pressed tightly into his hips and my arms wrapped gently around his neck. 

*****

"Wakey, Wakey, little girl." I felt a cold sensation going around my face. I couldn't help but shiver from the coldness. My eyes fluttered open to see I was no longer in the soothing darkness of my room. I met face to face with an unknown man cleaning my face with a towel. The lights were dim in the room, only able to make out the other's movements. Only if you're close enough, you would be able to see the other's features. He looked to be wearing the same attire as the man who tried to take me several days before.

"How are you alive?" I croaked, my throat begged for water.

"That was my twin brother," he smirked, continuing to wash my face with the towel.

I tried to move my arms, but they have been restrained by thick metal chains chained to the ground. 

"You won't be able to leave," he caressed my cheek.

"Stop..." I snapped my face out of his grip. He left the room for a few seconds and came back with a cup of water. I would be lying if I said I didn't want that water, but he could have poisoned it. Nothing is safe here, I'm not safe being here. How did I even end up here?

"Here, I got you water. Drink!" he commended, waiting for me to open my mouth, but I wasn't about to accept it from him. "Bitch, I said drink!" his words were laced with venom. He grabbed my cheek roughly, trying to force my mouth open. I tried to move my face out of his grip but he just dug his fingers into my skin, causing a whimper to escape giving him the opening. He poured the water into my mouth and down my face. After pouring it down my throat, he threw the glass cup on my head and left the room. 

I felt my eyes start to be overwhelmed with tears. I let out a loud shirk, attempting to let others know but no one would be able to hear because of dryness from my throat. I turned to see Lucas's arms chained to the wall, unconscious. His body covered in blood, his chiseled face was covered in cuts and bruises. The blood dripped down his face, along with the several bruises formed on his exposed arms.

Tears burned in my eyes, but at that moment only one thought burned in my mind.

I will get us out of here and save us, Lucas. I promise.   

I hope you enjoyed this chapter!!! You met Imogen's brother, Rebel. How do you feel about him so far?? How do you feel about Imogen and Lucas being taken again.

What do you think he has planned for Imogen and Lucas?