Tobias - A cursed boys novel

It was a lot harder to follow Tristan’s trail than I had expected. The full moon was high in the sky but the tree tops blocked out most of the light. Being a vampire allowed me to see better in the dark than regular humans could, but not quite as well as a wolf, or a real vampire.

I had taken off in the direction I last saw Tristan go. Luckily there were broken branches on bushes and turned up dirt from his claws as he ran.

Tristan had managed to get loose once or twice before and it usually ended up in a blood bath that haunted him every day of his life. I still remember the first night he had turned after the curse. I wasn’t in the right state of mind to help him through it; I was consumed by my hunger and still pissed at him over Amelia.

He had torn through an entire village. He thought he had lost all his humanity, but I spent years reminding him that even though he slaughtered almost every person in the village, he didn’t harm a single child. Many women lost their lives, but none who had young children to care for.

The guilt would have killed Tristan if he wasn’t immortal. Even now he still has nightmares sometimes. He won’t admit it and Amelia won’t talk about it, but I can hear him all the way from my room.

I ended up losing his trail in a small clearing. There were no more tracks to follow and Tristan seemed to have completely disappeared. I groaned in frustration. There was no way that I could go back to the house without ever hearing the end of it from the girls, so instead I headed towards town.

We were far enough away that he wouldn’t be drawn to town; but, even if there was a small possibility that he had made it there, I needed to make sure he didn’t do too much damage.

It didn’t take me long to make it into town. Everything seemed pretty quiet. The streets were empty and even Micky had the Village Pub closed down. As far as I could tell Tristan wasn’t in town so I decided to stop in to check in on Micky.

The place was locked up pretty tight but I knew where the spare key was hidden out back. I found Micky sitting at the bar table with a bottle of Jack in his hands.

“Everything alright?”

Micky took another drink from the bottle without saying anything. I started walking closer to him but stopped at the smell of blood.

“Micky??”

Again there was no answer. I came around the bar and found three men on the ground, dead.

“Jesus Christ, what the hell happened?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

Something told me we both knew that wasn’t true, but I didn’t want to push it. I walked over to the first guy and turned him over. His face looked like it was mauled by an animal.

“Shit!” I hissed under my breath and dropped him back to the floor.

“I’ll call the sheriff, just don’t touch anything. I’ll be back.”

Micky just shrugged his shoulders and continued drinking like there weren’t three dead guys lying on the floor of his bar.

I called it in, but the station refused to operate a murder after dark. Sheriff said they would be by in the morning to collect the bodies.

The law was pretty useless in this town; if someone ever actually needed help after dark they were screwed.

I took a walk around town but as far as I could tell the only evidence of Tristan being anywhere near this place was the slaughter in Micky’s bar. I don’t know if Micky found them like that, or if Tristan spared his life, but Micky was definitely lucky to be alive.

My phone rang a few times before I actually managed to dig it out of my pocket; the I.D said ‘Cupcake’. With any luck Tristan returned to the house and Amelia had him knocked out with a tranquilizer.

“Hello?”

There was nothing but silence on the other end.

“Cupcake, you there?”

Again, silence. I was about to hang up and call her back when I heard a smash on the other end. My heart began to race. Maybe Tristan was there after all and Willow dropped her phone while running to hide from him.

“No one is coming, sweetheart.”

I froze at the sound of a voice I hadn’t heard in a very long time; Alexander’s. The line went dead immediately afterward. I didn’t have time to keep looking for Tristan; I needed to get back to the house.

I ran as fast as I possibly could. I felt each and every cut and scrape from the branches of bushes as I crashed through them. I didn’t even bother detouring.

When I reached the house everything was quiet. The movie from earlier was sitting at the menu screen but the house was silent. There was broken glass everywhere and blood all over the floor like someone had been dragged through the house. It was like a scene from a horror movie.

A surge of panic hit me as I realized it could have been Willow’s. I searched the entire first floor but found nothing but glass, broken furniture, and blood. There was no sign of Willow or Amelia.

I ran up the stairs and began kicking in doors to find her. Each of the rooms were empty, but on her bedroom floor I found the smashed remains of her cellphone.

“Fuck!” I screamed and punched the wall.

My hand left a decent hole which cracked all the way up the wall to the ceiling. I ran a fist through my hair in horror, and then began throwing things across the room.

The side table smashed against the far wall, and her dresser broke into pieces when I kicked it into the wall.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

I was screaming obscenities and losing control. The hunger inside of me was beginning to surface. I wanted to kill someone; Alexander! I clenched my teeth, seeing only red and his face in my mind.

“Looking for something?” a woman’s voice came from the doorway.

I spun around to see Calliope standing there with a smug look on her face. She was still breathtakingly beautiful but nothing compared to Willow.

“Where is she!” I demanded.

“Tsk Tsk, Tobias, where are your manners? Not even going to say hi?”

“Where the fuck is she!”

“Hmm. Well that won’t do at all. I think I’m going to have to train you to be the good little pet you once were.”

I waited for her to come at me. I’d have loved nothing more than to kill her and get her back for all the pain she had caused my family. Calliope didn’t move and before I knew it someone had me from behind. Their arm was around my throat and a syringe was jabbed into my arm. I could feel my body going limp.

“What did you do to her?” I barked before I lost the ability to move my tongue and speak.

“Nothing, yet. But trust me darling, we will!”

I wanted to launch myself at her and tear her throat out. If they so much as hurt one hair on my cupcakes head they were all going to die.

I couldn’t fight it though. The tranquilizer was taking over and my mind was slipping away from me. I tried to hold on as long as I could but it was no use. Everything went dark.

I could hear the faint sound of voices but I couldn’t make out who was talking. My wrists were hurting like a bitch and any movement I made coated my forearms in a sticky substance. I looked up to see metal cuffs biting into my skin. The room didn’t have a lot of light, but there was enough to make out the blood that soaked my arms.

It took a minute to pull myself onto my feet, but once I was standing the pressure was off my wrists and I was able to adjust them a little. I clenched my teeth as I pulled the metal out of my skin. It had managed to cut pretty deep and would take a few days or so to heal but at least it wouldn’t kill me.

I had no idea where I was and the voices I had heard in the distance earlier were gone. I was alone, and there was no way out.

I wrapped the chain that connected to my cuffs around my hands and tried to pull it free from the ceiling it was bolted too. My wrists hurt like a bitch but I pulled as hard as I could. My jaw hurt from clenching it shut and my arms felt like they were going to snap.

I cried out as I gave it one last pull before releasing the chain and doubling over at the waist trying to catch my breath. I felt like I was going to be sick and I was weak from the loss of blood. Not to mention I haven’t fed since the night of Willow’s party and right now I didn’t even know how long ago that was.

Willow. My heart started racing at the thought of her. Calliope and Alexander had her and Amelia captive somewhere here, and God only knows what they are doing to her right now. The thought made me furious and I cried out with rage as I tugged on the chains frantically trying to get free.

I stopped at the sound of a key in the door. The creak echoed through the room as the door was pulled open and Alexander came into the room.

“Look who’s awake.” He said with a devious grin on his face.

“Where the fuck is Willow!” I demanded as I lunged at him.

The cuffs bit into my wrists again which snapped my arms back and the force of my efforts popped my shoulder out of place. I groaned in pain as my arm hung awkwardly from the chains.

“Well that doesn’t look like fun.”

“Where is she!”

“She’s around. Don’t worry; you will be seeing her very soon.”

Something about the way he laughed told me it wasn’t going to be a happy reunion. I wanted to kill him. I launched myself at him again to no avail.

Alexander watched me struggle against my chains before he left me there in the dark and closed the door behind him.

“I’m going to fucking kill you! I’ll kill you and your bitch of a sister!” I screamed after him.

There was nothing but my own echo to answer me. I was going to get out of here one way or another; and when I did, I would make sure that both of them paid for this, with their lives.