A Vampires Slave (Complete)

Chapter Thirteen

Friday morning 8am

Downing the remainder of my energy drink I wait in my office for Yasmin, praying that she can get the keys. The past couple of days I have visited Byron and Alex, giving them blood each time, Byrons mood hasnt improved at all but Alex seems to have forgiven me for cutting him and keeping him trapped for so long. Ive also noted that they are the only prisoners which makes my job easier. The vans keys and wad of cash hang heavy in my coat pocket, my head is pounding, attempting this rescue during the day is risky at best, even more so because of the vampires, my gaze falls on the two thick blankets on the couch. I hope they will be protection enough for the vampires. Suddenly a whirl of movement at the door catches my eye, Yasmin stands there, a rucksack on her back, holding two keys proudly, smiling. I race to her, hugging her quickly.

"Well done. We need to get your bag and the blankets into the van, then we have to go and rescue our friends." Grabbing the blankets we race silently to the van, opening one of the back doors, wincing when it creaks, throwing the blankets into the back, Yasmin follows suit and places her backpack in with the blankets. She entwines our hands as we run quietly to the prison door, quickly punching in the numbers we slip inside, Yasmins nose wrinkling from the smell.

"You can wait in the van if you want honey."

"No. I want to help our friends." I smile at her determination as we pad silently to Byron and Alex's prison room. Yasmin gasps next to me when she sees Byron and Alex hanging by the chains.

"My dad did this?"

"Unfortunately yes honey, but we are going to get them free. I will unlock their chains, then you are going to help Alex, hes the one with pretty blue eyes and I will help Byron, hes the one with the purple eyes as hes the least happy with me."

"Hes an idiot." She whispers under her breath causing me to smile, she hands me the keys and I race to Alex, ignoring Byrons growls but I spy Yasmin pause and watch him warily.

"Byron shut up." Alex hisses just as I undo one of the manacles, working quickly on the other Alex falls to the floor, his legs unused to weight. Before I can help him Yasmin is at his side, whispering sweet nonsense to him, I relax as I watch Alex smile at her, adoration in his eyes as he gets to his feet, using Yasmins help a little.

Turning my attention to Byron I step towards him reaching for his wrist, he growls and I pause, staring back into his gaze, mistrust and murder swirl in the depths. Taking a deep breath I force my now shaking hands to unlock the first manacle, the moment his hand is free his fingers curl tightly around my neck, suffocating.

"Lara!" Yasmin cries quietly.

"Stay here sweetie. They have to work it out on their own." I mentally thank Alex for helping, even as Byron's grip tightens, bruisingly, I try to pry his fingers apart, to no avail. All I can do is helplessly stare into his eyes, pleading, urging him to trust me. Just as the world starts going fuzzy around the edges he suddenly releases me, I fall to the floor, coughing as air races back into my lungs. Quickly I push to my shaky feet and undo his other manacle, unlike Alex, Byron manages to stay on his feet.

"We need to get to the van. Hurry." My voice sounds scratchy and raw, Byron steps forward and almost collapses, without thinking I wrap his arm over my shoulder, ignoring his growl and how his touch makes my body come alive, like a live wire. Yasmin and Alex lead, Yasmin opening the prison door but before she allows Alex to move she peers out, I smile, she could be a spy. We all enter the corridor and make our way quickly but quietly towards the van.

"You have to get in the back, theres blankets. Its about 9am." Yasmin commands Alex, he smiles and kisses the top of her head.