Luke's pov.
Parking my baby I grab my grocery bags. Peeking in I make sure that all my belonging are there. Spotting the goldfish and nutella my mouth waters. Stepping towards my building I press the key fob. Hearing the lock beep I head up the stairs. Waddling with my huge belly I drop my keys. Sighing in frustration I bend down to get them. Finally snatching them by my finger tips I let out a breath. Rubbing my belly I make my way to my door.
Feeling exhausted I think back to earlier. Telling Lucy and Greta about Cruè. They had swooned and whined. With me egging them on about our sex activities of course . Rolling my eyes I look at all the fucking random keys on my keychain.
Sorting through the keys I finally find my house one. Opening the door I spot the lights on. Walking in I smile and set my bags down. "Cruè where are you baby!" Kicking my shoes off with trouble. I unzip my jacket. Dropping the keys in the bowl by the door. I walk down the hallway. Not getting an answer I shrug my shoulders. Walking to the bedroom I flop into the bed. Hearing the shower run I smile. Sitting up I pull off my shirt. Going to my jeans I snap the button. Yanking those down also I walk to the closet.
Pulling out my flannel PJs I walk towards the kitchen. Opening the bags I grab my goldfish and nutella. "Well nice to see you again cookie." Gasping I still as I feel his breath fan my neck. Nuzzling the curve of my shoulder I feel him smile. Trying to feel the bond between me and Cruè. I feel nothing but emptyness. Trembling I slowly take a breath in. "W-wilson what did you do to Cruè ?" Chuckling he turns my body around. Lifting me up onto the counter. He situates himself between my legs. "Oh cookie he's fine. I just drugged him a little well....a lot." Reaching out for our bond again I grow frantic.
"What d-do you want? Why want you leave me alone?" I sob out. Clutching my jaw in a bruising grip. He roughly kisses my lips. Sucking down my neck, he scrapes his fangs on my pulse. Stiffing even further he chuckles. "You know my little cookie. I can sense your fear....it's. It's just so mouth watering." Clutching my eyes shut I will myself to calm down. Not only for myself but for my baby.
Reaching down I clutch my stomach. "Whatever you want I'll do it. Just d.. don't hurt Cruè or my child." I sob as he brushes his fingers through my hair. Humming he nods his head. "Of course I would'nt harm our 'children'." Looking at him I gasp at children. Opening my mouth I gawk. "Yes children two, but as for that anything. I think you shall give me retribution for your boyfriends violence. That fucker put up a fight. It's too bad that he heard you come in." Tearing up again I look down.
"But you can handle that once we're out of here. Don't want your bf to wake up." Grabbing me around the waist he walks towards the door. "Cookie don't put up a struggle. You don't want me to rip his heart out. Especially while he's unconscious."
Nodding my head I hold on as he flits away . Looking at my door I sigh thinking 'oh shit'.
I should murder Wilson's ass. But anyway more chappies for my lovely readers. I love you all my lovelies #poptartloverout:)!!"!"!"!!"!"
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My Beloved (Editing-not began yet)
RandomLuke a bakery owner goes through life like any normal person. Well any normal person with a potty mouth and best friend with an equally potty mouth. The only difference is, Luke has a stalker who takes Dracula to a whole other meaning.
