My Vampire Kidnapper by Lillith Devero (good books to read for teens .txt) 📖

means of entry. It had, at one time, been very beautiful; but now all of the intricate engravings were caked with blood. Written in blood on the door said ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE, and something like PRAISE LORD Y, it is very hard to read sentences written in blood you know.
Zena reached down and grabbed Jenn’s chin. “You see that Jennifer. I wasn’t lying to you.”
She walked over to the door, after letting go of her chin, and began to press various intricate swirls and markings all over the door. As they were pressed they slid into the door with a horrible grinding sound. Jenn was trying to focus but her consciousness was wavering and the grinding wasn’t helping.
After the sequence was completed and all of the harsh noises stopped, Zena knocked on the door. A light appeared in the middle of the door at the top. The line of light gradually slid downward until it reached the floor. The doors opened into the room with that creaky old door sound.
The room had a high lofted church ceiling which made the room seem even bigger than it actually was and it was humongous to start out with. In fact, Jenn thought, we’re probably in an old church! The large windows on all sides were boarded up and had sheets over the boards. Probably to make the place look more elegant. Jenn compared it to the size of the Great Hall in Harry Potter. Instead of the Headmaster’s table there was a golden, jewel encrusted throne that looked like it had once belonged to a giant, and instead of the house tables there were almost one hundred henchmen standing around something that was in front of the throne.
The henchmen that were dragging them walked down the middle of the hall towards the circle of henchmen.
That was when the screams started.
“Please your majesty! I swear on my mother’s grave, I didn’t tell anyone!”
“Reginald, Reginald, Reginald. I happen to know for a fact that your mother is still alive, and I have eye witnesses that saw you tell our enemy the location to my front gate.” By the way he was speaking Jenn had to assume that Y was the man in the throne; even though she couldn’t see him because of all of the henchmen.
It was about that time when Zena pushed her way through the henchmen to get to the inner circle. “Your majesty I have brought the prisoners as you requested.”
“Thank you Zena. Just let me finish this up while you get them into position.”
“Yes your grace.”
In the small space between the henchmen Jenn got her first glimpse of Y. On his right and left were 2 bodyguards. They had to have been about 3 times the size of the henchmen. Sitting between them on his golden throne was Y. He looked exactly like Xavier. The only obvious difference between them was that, while Xavier’s hair was short and spikey, Y’s was almost waist long and he wore a fancy suit. They even sounded the same.
“Take mister Reginald outside, I shall deal with him later.” Two henchmen walked over to the poor man and dragged him out a door on Jenn’s left.
Once the door slammed the rearranging began. Jenn was dragged into the center of the gradually enlarging semi-circle of henchmen. Instead of one henchman being beside her there were 2 each with one hand on her shoulder, and she was in a kneeling position with her bound hands in her lap. During this, Jenn lost sight of Xavier in the crowd and a dollop of panic was added to her figurative ice cream cone of despair. Once all of the movement stopped, Jenn estimated that there was a radius of about 2 yards between her and the nearest henchman in the semi-circle.
“So,” Jenn jerked her head towards Y’s voice, for she had been looking behind her at the semi-circle. “This is the little telepath that my idiotic little brother was trying to hide from me. Jennifer Crest, is it? She doesn’t look like much.”
“She can pack quite a punch sir.” Replied one of Y’s bodyguards. Who, after looking at him, Jenn realized that he was the jerk wad that had beaten the crap out of her.
“Oh? So you are implying that you were injured by a little girl, less than half your size by the way. And which one of you beat her up so horribly? She’s only a mere fledgling!” Y replied, more than slightly ticked at this disobeyed order.
“That would be me sir, but for good reason though.” The bodyguard said.
“And what good reason would that be Charles?”
“She started it.”
Y actually took the energy to turn around and look at him, “Seriously. That’s what you’re going with? Pathetic. I would expect more of my right hand man.”
“She lifted me off of her with her mind!” Charles said, “I’m still having migraines.” He whimpered.
“Well,” announced Y, turn his focus on Jennifer again, “you’ve obviously got Charles convinced of your talents,” pausing for snickering from the henchmen, “I am still unconvinced, and convincing me is what will doom or save you.” More snickering.
Whatever this psychopath had planned for her telepathy, it wasn’t going to be good for anyone but them. Jenn vowed to herself, and God, if he was accepting prayers at this time, that she would not be used as a tool to harm innocent people. This meant staring into the face of doom and saying “no”.
“You can show us what you can do now or later. I suggest now, it would be less painful.” Whispering the last part as if he didn’t want anyone else to hear.
“Okay? Okay. Lift this coin from my palm.” Y said, casually holding out his palm. He was going to have as much fun out of this as possible.
“Don’t do it Jennifer!”
“Ah. The idiot speaks.” The crowd of henchmen parted a little ways in front to the right of Jennifer to show Zena standing next to Xavier who was in a similar position as her. Wow. This is going to get confusing. Jenn thought as Y addressed Xavier. “And why shouldn’t she ‘do it’ as you put it?”
Xavier didn’t dignify that with a response.
“I thought not. Now Jennifer. Lift the coin.”
“Don’t do it.”
“Zena. Please gag him. His voice is grating on my ear drums.” Which is ironic because they have the same voice.
“Now that we should continue uninterrupted, lift it.”
Jenn held her hands up and tensing her muscles as if trying to attempt to lift the coin. “I can’t do it!” She sighed as she put her hands back down. The hands holding up and tensing was actually taking a lot out of her.
“Lift the damn coin!”
“I can’t!” Tears flowing down her cheeks. Jenn’s nerves wouldn’t let her stay calm right now.
“You’ll be forcing me to shoot you if you can’t lift this damn coin!”
“I can’t! I just can’t do it!” Stuttering because of the crying and the shaking.
“Y. She’s had enough. Let her rest. She’s lost a lot of blood.” Zena said, in her defense.
“No! She has not had enough!” Y screamed at her as he jumped out of his bejeweled throne. “Hold her tight.” He instructed the henchmen.
Y reached inside his jacket pocket and pulled out a revolver.
Jenn immediately jerked at the sight of it, but with the bodyguards holding her still it was merely a twitch.
“Which leg is the broken one?” He asked as he loaded his gun.
“The left one.” Charles answered questioningly.
Y saw the fear in Jenn’s eyes as he looked back at her. “You didn’t want to do it the easy way; so now we all are going to see if you can be like Superman and stop a speeding bullet.” The henchmen would’ve been snickering at this but they had never seen their boss upset like this before.
He cocked, took aim and fired; directly into her right thigh. It went all the way through the muscle of her thigh and into her shin.
Jennifer screamed, and convulsed until she felt as if she were dead. After she had finished screaming they laid her down on the floor, twitching in the fetal position, hands at her leg, trying to prevent further loss of blood, which was seeping between the cracks in the stone floor.
“Obviously she doesn’t care for her own well-being. Who does she care for?” Y pondered.
Even though Jennifer knew that he was baiting her, her eyes darted towards Xavier, meeting his in return. A dark persuasive blue met her and greeted her warmly, while her eyes gave him the sad, hopeful lavender.
“Hm. Interesting.” Y said admiring the connection. “Grab him.”
Two henchmen grabbed Xavier by the shoulders and held him upright, as Jenn’s pulled her off the ground and held her up.
“Will you stop it now, I wonder?”
“No! Please! Stop!” Jenn screamed. Her hands would have reached towards them but they were stopping her blood flow, her hands couldn’t stop more tears though.
“1.” Y aimed for Xavier’s forehead.
“2.” He cocked the gun.
“Please.” Jenn whispered on deaf ears.
“3.”
Chapter 17

Y fired.
Jennifer closed her eyes. She couldn’t bear to see if she had succeeded in her attempt.
The bullet came within a centimeter of hitting Xavier’s forehead; and it stopped.
Y stared in awe at the bullet for a moment before turning to look at her.
Once Jenn opened her eyes and realized that the bullet had not pierced Xavier’s flesh, let alone his skull, she let gravity take control of the bullet. As it hit the stone floor it made a slight pinging sound until it stopped rolling.
“You my dear Jennifer,” Y announced, flustered, “are going to be my best prize yet!” tearing his gaze away from her he told the henchmen holding them to take them to separate cells.
Off they were dragged. Out the engraved doors and down the horrible steps through the process Jenn tried to keep her hands on her leg but she was finding it difficult. Once they had gone through about 5 of the twists and turns Jenn decided to put her plan into effect.

Xavier was attempting to think of his own plan when the handcuffs came undone.
He immediately jumped into action. His first priority: Get Jennifer out of here.
He slammed the guards into the walls, because they noticed his literal jumping, and not leaving a single one alive.
Jennifer laid on the floor, helpless and weak like a newborn child. He took the handcuffs off her and noticed that her wrists were bleeding too. In order to stop some of the blood flow he removed his white button down shirt, ripped it up and proceeded to bandage her various wounds. He couldn’t do anything about the bullet right now but he needed to get it out as soon as possible. After he had finished he picked her up in