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It couldn't be true.
Could it?
"Don't look so surprised, Cordelia," Milo continued as he knelt in front of me. “We knowallof your dirty little secrets, including the fact that you warned Rook of the trap we planned to set. It's okay, though, because we won't be here when Rook and Cross arrive with their men in tow to slaughter us like they slaughtered your professor."
Tears filled my eyes and blocked my view of Milo. I didn't need to see his face clearly to know that he was enjoying every second of this.
"Do you remember your professor? The one who was a little too...affectionate with you?" Milo wiped a tear from my cheek with the pad of his thumb. "How does it make you feel to know that he was found in hundreds of pieces with injuries that would have been excruciating before Rook finally put him out of his misery? Do you think he deserved that type of punishment?" Milo stood and walked to the window, glancing outside at the other hunters. “Do you think it was fair that Rook decided that for him?”
My mind raced as I tried to think of a way to let Rook know that I needed his help, immediately. There was nothing I could do. The house was surrounded, I was tied down like a wild animal, and there was no chance of drifting off to sleep in my heightened state of stress.
"It wasn't a simple execution if that's what you're thinking." Milo turned to me, a smirk on his face. "Your boyfriend was sending a message to us and he used the professor's murder to do it. And now, we think it's only fair to return the favor by sending him a message with you." Milo pointed the dagger at me and showed too many teeth as he smiled slightly maniacally.
He took a deep breath, seeming to relish my terror. I had no idea how to get out of this. Nothing I could say would stop whatever plan they'd set in motion. These were people that were fully prepared to kill sweet old ladies just for having a conversation with a vampire. No, whatever was about to happen would happen no matter what I did to try and stop it. All I could do was focus on getting through it.
Milo straightened to his full height as he said, "Death to vampires. Death to those who support them. Death to each and every person who has ever thought vampires were anything other than the brutal animals they are." With each declaration, his head tipped further back and his voice rose until he was almost screaming at the top of his lungs.
When he looked back down at me his eyes were wild and his hair looked unkempt, standing straight up in some places on top of his head. My body shook uncontrollably as I watched Milo lose control, swinging the dagger around recklessly as he paced the room.
"You, Cordelia, are a traitor to your species." Milo tapped the blade with his fingernails and glanced at Jonathan. He nodded at Milo, apparently decided that he had everything under control, and exited the house. Now, Milo had full reign of the situation. I summoned up every ounce of energy within my body and tried to break free as he slowly walked toward me. Kicking and screaming, I attempted to knock the chair over, but it was too heavy and didn't budge. The wrist restraints were so tight that my hands were numb and mostly useless.
Another hunter, the one that had made the announcement earlier, returned to the house. He carried a bright orange gas can and splashed the floors, curtains, furniture, even the walls, with gasoline.
"It was so simple, Cordelia," Milo said through a sadistic smile. "All you had to do was obey us and you could have lived. We could've helped reform you, which would have enabled you to live a life fighting for the right side. A noble life, if you ask me." Milo shook his head and focused on the dusty, hardwood floor beneath his steel-toed boots. “You have no one to blame but yourself.”
Movement from the far side of the room caught my eye, and I glanced over just in time to see the vampire hunter place some type of contraption above the door frame.
Milo followed my gaze and erupted in anger. "You're not paying attention to me, Cordelia. Why is that?"
The hunter rigged a bucket full of gas above the door frame onto the contraption he had installed a moment prior. Once he completed his assignment, he exited the house and I turned back to Milo, giving Milo exactly what he wanted. My full attention.
"Now that we're alone, I think it's important for me to acknowledge the fact that you were a good girl for most of your life. And, because of that, we found it fitting to give your Gran a quick death."
"What?" I whispered, unable to believe that they would actually go through with it.
"A quick death. Unlike what you're about to get." My brain froze and the sensation of being made of the most fragile crystal swept through me. One wrong move or thought and I would shatter completely.
I couldn't believe Gran was dead, not until I saw her body with my own eyes. I had to believe she was okay otherwise I'd break and probably wind up dead as well, although that appeared to be their goal now any way, so I shut all thoughts of Gran away to deal with later and shoved them and my emotions as far away from my conscious self as I could.
The whole time I was struggling to process what Milo had said he kept on talking, "You see you may have been a good girl for most of your life but you wholeheartedly and enthusiastically crossed over into bad girl territory. How does it feel to have a dead cock inside you? I've always wanted to ask but High Hunter Jonathon doesn't believe things of that nature should be discussed. Personally, I think the women who enjoy having sex with vampires must have something rotten about their lady parts, why else would they enjoy having something cold and lifeless fucking them?"
I barked out a bitter laugh. If he could act like a cold blooded killer then I could act as though his words meant nothing to me. Milo stepped closer to me and used the tip of the dagger to raise my chin, forcing me to look at him.
"I asked you a question. Answer it or this will take even longer." The tip of the dagger dug into my chin until it hit bone and I winced in pain.
I grimaced but bit out, "There was nothing cold or dead about Rook and what we did together."
"You probably wouldn't know what a good cock is anyway. Too high and mighty to appreciate what's in front of you," Milo snarled, ripping the dagger away from my chin.
"Is that why you're doing this?" I gasped in pain. "Because some girl didn't feel the same way as you did? Because you got rejected?"
"You think I'd do all this because of some whore?"
Yep, I'd hit the nail on the head. Maybe it wasn't just that, but whatever had happened when he got rejected sure as hell played a big part in his motivations.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he pulled it out to check, frowning at it before shoving it back in his pants.
"The other hunters getting impatient?" I asked, trying to sound casual as though I wasn't working my wrists into a bloody mess trying to get out of my restraints.
