Uninvited

[Amorentia]

 by shtteredprnces

The Attack

Looking around the upstairs guest room I was thinking of using for the nursery, I heard the door opening, "Blaise?" I called, surprised he was back so quickly.  When I heard the weight of boots on the stairs, the sound of more than one person, my insides tightened, my senses telling me it wasn't Blaise.  I ran to the door, trying to push it closed, wondering why in the hell I had left my wand downstairs.  None of it mattered as they pushed their way in, three men I had never seen before, their  eyes cold as the taller one pulled his hand back, swinging it forward to connect with my face.  I fell into the wall, my head swimming as they moved over me, I tried to scream, but the smaller of the group with the dark hair brought his hand over my mouth, pressing so hard I could feel my lips grinding against me teeth.

"Where is he?" he demanded, his hand moving into my hair, hitting me again and yanking my face to his, "Where is Sebastian you bitch?"

I bit his hand, trying to move away from him, kicking my feet out, raising as far as my knee's before the taller one grabbed my arms, pulling me in front of him, "You better answer me, I have no problem killing whore's like you," he spit in my face.

"I don't know" I said honestly, tears burning my eyes as his fingers bit into my flesh, "I don't.  All I know is he's gone." I had a fleeting hope they would leave it at that, but I should have known by their eyes it would never be that easy.  He threw me against the wall and it took everything in me know to slide down, thinking somehow I would stand a better chance on my feet.

I pushed off, getting between them, almost making it to the door when the blond one tripped me, bending and grabbing me by the leg, dragging me back regardless of my struggles.  He picked me up, placing me against the wall again with a laugh.

"I don't believe her, do you?" the small one asked, his hand on my shoulder as his fist connected with my jaw.  I tried to pull away and he grabbed me, his hand on my shirt ripping the shoulder off.  In that moment, I could feel the change in the room, the moment their desire for answers turned into desire of a more basic kind.  He grabbed my hair, pushing me back onto the bed, "I can think of some ways we can get her to talk," he said, his hand moving up my thigh, pushing my skirt up.

I fought, kicking, trying to hit him, but the taller one grabbed my arms, pinning them above my head with one hand as his other ripped the remainder of my shirt off. "Please" I begged, knowing screaming would do me no good as the smaller ones hands dug into my thighs trying to pry them apart.

"Look, she's begging for it," he smirked, his hands finally overcoming my strength, the taller ones hands pinching me painfully.  I did the only thing left to me, turning my head, my eyes meeting the familiar cool blue one's as he leaned against the wall, seeming to enjoy their sport.  I tried to scream then, desperate for some way out of the hell I could see in his eyes, but no sound came out.  I watched as he waved his wand in front of me with a smirk.   My eyes closed as hot tears streamed down my face, trying to escape into my mind.

"don't fall asleep, love, you miss all the fun," The big one said as he grabbed my head, turning it up to his, "I hope the other lady we were told to see is as cooperative as you." He pressed his lips to mine, mindless of thier swelling, grinding them until I could taste the blood in my mouth. 

I felt a hand slide up my thigh, moving over my hip, I heard the rip of my panties as my skirt was shoved to my waist.  "Look, here, our little treat has her own bun in the oven," the one at my legs said, his hand moving over the mound of my stomach and I moaned, praying that they would just get it over with and go, that my babies would be okay. knowing I had to make it through this for them.  "I've never been with a pregnant one, have you?" he leered.

I felt his hand move over me, his fingers touching me, his breath hitching as he pushed my legs apart more, I squeezed my eyes tighter, trying to find something within myself to get me through this.

"Playtime's over boys," The one with the blue eyes said, "We have company," and he was gone before the tall one could even jerk his head up.  Without another word, they were gone and I could hear Blaise's voice in the hall. 

I slid off the bed, not wanting to be anywhere near it, and tried crawling to the hall, collapsing part way there, seeing his shoes from the door.  Blackness began closing around me. and I tried to tell him, to warn him, but all I could get out was "Marcus...."

Sara Black written by shtteredprncess.

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