"What the FUCK were the two of you thinking?! God damn it Damien!"
Christine woke to a painful throbbing in her temples, and an angry female voice shouting in the background. She let out a moan, clenching her eyes shut, and the noise abruptly ceased. She opened her eyes and pushed herself up, her aching body screaming. A dark room swam into focus. She was lying in the middle of an enormous soft bed, in an equally giant room. The walls were deep crimson, with a soft dark carpet, and no windows. Glancing around, her eyes fell upon five sets of eyes staring at her.
"Wh-where am I?" She whispered, shrinking back from the angry glare coming from two of the black-clad figures. "What's going on?"
She tried to think back to the last night. Her drunk attacker, and her saviors, both of whom were appraising her from across the room.
Elena walked towards her, pursing her lips in concern. "This is our home, Christine."
Christine wondered how they knew her name, but noticed her open purse and wallet lying on a nearby table.
"My twin, Damien," Elena continued, gesturing to the man from the night before, "Kat, Casper and Dane."
Kat's icy pale eyes burned into her, as she wrapped her arm around Dane. She was pale all around, with straight, almost white hair and matching skin. Her look of dislike was matched with Dane's, while Casper's face was a blank mask.
Trying to look strong, Christine pushed herself to her feet and grabbed her stuff from the table.
"Thanks for your help, but my friends are probably waiting for me."
She wondered briefly what time it was, before discarding the thought, and striding towards the door in an attempt to look confident. She grabbed the handle and turned, only to find it locked. She yanked on the door, and turned, saying "Open the door!" She meant for it to sound like an order, but it came out as a plea.
"That's not an option anymore." Damien's voice was deep and steady, and for some strange reason sent a shiver through her.
"What the hell do you mean?" she said, her alarm rising by the minute.
"He means," said Kat coolly, "That because Damien made the stupid decision to bring you back here, we're stuck with you. At least until he tires of you." She looked extremely pleased at that thought. What happens if he gets tired of me? I'm only nineteen!
"No, no, no," Christine choked out, "You can't just keep me here. I, I—" She yanked at the door again, pulling the handle down with all her strength.
Elena stepped towards her, and she backed away, only to stumble into a Casper's muscular form. She let out a gasp of fright, flinching and darting towards the corner farthest from the group. This can't be happening, things like this don't happen to people like me. Oh god, oh god, someone please get me out of this.
She pressed herself against the wall, chest heaving. She distantly heard Kat's disgusted snort, and Elena's platitudes. She swayed dizzily.
"Look at me!" Christine felt someone grab her arms, half supporting her, and found herself staring into Damien's intense dark eyes. "Everybody out!" He snapped over his shoulder.
"Focus on me," he said in a slightly calmer voice. "Breathe."
