Chapter 16





"Alright fine! Yes! Yes I love him! Just don't!" Jack yells, yanking at the bars.

I don't know how to react, but thankfully Jack isn't looking at me. I want to be angry but I can't.

One of the guards grabs me by my stomach, his hand where Crowley burned me. I scream in pain, tears filling my eyes instantly, but he just throws me into the cage on top of Jack. Jac moves me off of him gently and carefully.

"Now open the Damn cell." Jack growls.

"Tonight we'll bring you both back. But if you say anything about this I will kill everyone you love." Crowley laughs.

"Just like I did your brother... And your pretty little blond slave. What was his name..? Tyler. Yea that was it." Crowley says. Jack's face goes pale.

"What?" He whispers.

"Oh yes. I took him. Five days of torture. He refused to give any information. So loyal. His screams of pain were just... Oh." Crowley moans. Jack leaps to his feet and crashes into the gate, yanking at the bars.

"YOU MOTHER FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!! IM GOING TO KILL YOU THE SECOND I GET OUT OF HERE!!!" Jack screams. His jaw shifts and those hideous fangs come out.

"Oh, he kept saying that you would come for him and save him. That he would die rather than do anything to hurt you. He really loved you. But you never came."

"I sent every damn guard I had out to search for him! Every home was checked! We searched for nearly eight months!" Jack yells, foam now dripping from his fangs and down his chin.

"But he never knew that. He died thinking that you didn't love him enough to look for him." Crowley says. Jack bursts into sobs pounding on the gate.

"And in only two years, you've replaced him with another human. If only he knew that." Crowley laughs.

"But he's dead. And as soon as I get out of here you will be too." Jack whispers.

"Nope, but I bet he wishes he was dead." Crowley says.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM. WHERE IS HE!? DAMMIT CROWLEY!!!" Jack screams, yanking at the bars. He pounds at them over and over again, screaming and crying.

"If you say anything about kidnapping you, or don't listen, I will use him as a vessel. You would be the one killing him then." Crowley says. Jack just continues to yank on the bars.

"Oh, he loved you so much. Kept telling himself you'd rescue him. His last words were 'he just doesn't care about me. He just didn't mean it every time he told me he loved me.' If I remember correctly." Crowley says. Jack falls to his knees, sobbing hysterically. I feel like crying just looking at him. I don't think I've seen anyone cry so hard.

"Oh, he was so young. Just turned 16." Crowley says. Jack starts to hyperventilate.

"He trusted you so much, and you let him down. He's no longer because of you. And he may die because of you." Crowley yells over Jack's sobbing. I'm confused, but Jack seems to understand.

"Please please just stop." Jack begs.

"Such cute blond curls, and baby blue eyes. You loved that, didn't you. But his eyes are black now, because of you." Crowley continues, now having to yell over Jack's screaming and crying.

"He had the perfect life. Grew up not knowing about monsters until he met you. And you worshiped the boy. He didn't know how lucky he was and how bad the world is. Willingly followed me when I told him I needed him to stay somewhere else so you could have a surprise ready for his 16th birthday the next day."

"I showed him a picture of the two of us when you were his age and said I was your brother. He didn't even ask about the black eyes. And do you know what we talked about on the way to my kingdom?" Crowley taunts.

"Please just stop. I don't want to know. Please." Jack begs.

"He was telling me how awesome of a 'brother' I had. How you were so nice and so forgiving, and kept him even though he was so small and couldn't do much. And how much he loved you. Oh, cute smile. Those cute little dimples and pink lips. Never got to kiss them goodbye."

Jack stops trying to break free and just lies on the ground, sobbing. Crowley finally leaves, leaving Jack and I alone. Unsure of what to do, I kneel beside his crumpled body and pull him up so his back is leaning against the wall. He continues to sob, his face in his hands, with white ooze from his fangs dripping down his chin. I drape his jacket that he lent me earlier around his shoulders, leaving me only wearing his thin dress shirt.

I sit next to him, my back also against the wall, and pull back his hair that's falling in his face. I lean against his side, resting my head against his shoulder. He looks at me, puzzled. I'm confused why I'm doing this myself.

"Shhhh... Hey, we'll get out of here soon." I whisper, wiping the foam off his chin and off his chest before leaning against him.


"What-why... You don't have to-"

"It's okay" I smile, pushing his hair out of his face again.


"Plus it's cold." I add. He wraps his right arm around me.

"Do you want my jacket?" He chokes out between sobs. He tries to give it to me but I refuse. He leans against me, sobbing into his shirt that I'm wearing. Finally, he cries himself to sleep, leaving me alone in the cold, dark, dungeon.

Notes

This is my favorite chapter. I know it's still short, but this is a very important chapter. Kind of like a wake up call for Alex, like "Hey, vampires have feelings too."


So I forgot only one of my cousins stil lives at my aunt and uncles house ((the other two have their own houses)) so turns out I have plenty of time to upda. Tell me what you think!


I'm able to eat three meals a day plus snacks now. I still fell like shit, but I'll live. I went to my friend's house the other day and we watched saw and played COD. Well, I had a soda and three pieces of pizza. Like, I did that without throwing up. ANd it didn't get all moody after! Like, It was like being normal and being able to hang out with friends again. I lost a bunch of close relationships becasue I refused to see them. I'd end up having to eat, or I'd be moody, and I was having serious energy loss. I had trouble walking without passing out .

Everything has been getting better, exccept for yesterday. Usually size 0 years are a little loose, but when I put them on they fit perfectly so I had a huge panic attack and started hyperventalating and yanking my hair out, then going to bed for the night at 4pm. I know It sounds stupid but it's not a fat phobia. It's almost like an addiction to loosing weight, since each time I weighed myself I lost weight and felt happier. I got down to 101 lbs, but I'm back up to 108. I know I don't see myself properly, but I just feel so terrible eating. Food makes me feel worse. I almost want to look too skinny. It's starting to look attractive and it's scaring the shit out of me. I'm going to start therapy and talk to my therapist. Nothing's going to get better until we find out what's causing all this.


Sorry, ranting just makes me feel so much better. I'll update soon. Tbh I love feedback so keep the comments coming! Even if my replies are crappy they still make my day :D