I know it probably feels like all hell broke loose a long time ago, however I don’t think I really knew the meaning of the term until what happened next.
There we were, held hostage by these psychopaths, Luke about to choose which of the girls was going to be eaten by a shark, when a phone began ringing somewhere in the house.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Brad demanded, releasing Luke, “Tristan, watch him.”
“But I have Ashton,” Tristan answered.
“James will watch Ashton,” Brad snapped, starting for the door, “I’ll be right back.”
Brad then disappeared though the door as Tristan shoved me down onto my face, however instead of going to Luke, he stomped down on my back, just about dislocating my spine.
“Hey!” Charlie and Lauren shouted.
“Tristan what are you doing?” James demanded.
“I’ve been thinking,” Tristan replied, twirling his knife around lazily, “Why the fuck is Brad in charge?”
“Um….. he’s your lead singer….” Nathan said slowly.
“No one asked you ice age boy!” Tristan spat.
“Hey!” Siva cried.
“What?” Tristan spat.
“I’m sorry,” James sighed, to the Wanted.
“Like I was thinking,” Tristan continued, “He’s the smallest, I could punch him out with two fingers, why aren’t I in charge?”
“Because you’re not a psychotic dick?” Charlie asked, “Well I mean you are, but Brad just kind of takes the ca….”
“Will you shut up?” Tristan spat.
“Don’t talk to her like that.” Luke snapped, suddenly seeming to realize no one was holding him down as he rose to his feet.
Laughing, Tristan yanked me to my feet, once again pressing his knife to my throat.
“Tristan,” James warned, “What are you doing?”
“We don’t need Brad!” Tristan laughed, “I can get us famous right now? What are 5STD doing to do without a drummer?”
“Tris, A, I think you thought that was more original in your head and B, no, just no.” James sighed, taking a tiny step forward.
“Stop right there!” Tristan warned, taking a small step back with me, “Or I’ll sever his head right off!”
“Ashton!” Lauren wailed.
“Shut it kid!” Tristan roared.
“Tristan! Mate, calm down.” James said nervously.
Laughing manically, Tristan took another step back with me.
“We’re going to make this fun!” he cried, sounding, if possible, even more insane then Brad, “Luke, pick now!”
“What?” Luke demanded.
“Pick a girl! Or Ashton gets it!” Tristan laughed.
“I can’t!” Luke cried.
“Then say good bye to Ashton!” Tristan spat, the knife against my neck starting to draw blood.
“Luke pick!” Charlie screamed, “Just pick!”
“You can’t make me do that.” Luke whispered.
“I SAID PICK!” Tristan warned, before releasing me.
To my surprise I tried to make a run for it, however he threw me to the ground, sitting on my chest and pinning my arms down with his feet.
“Ashton!” Calum, Luke, Charlie and Lauren screamed, while Destiny, who was unable to say anything just cried.
Laughing like a maniac, Tristan raised his knife over his head.
“Tris no!” James screamed.
Licking his lips, Tristan looked down at me and smirked, “Start choosing Luke,” he chuckled calmly, “Ashton and I are just going to have a little chat, drummer to drummer.”
Without saying another word he leant over me, his blonde hair brushing my face and whispered in my ear, “Now Ashton, I know we may have gotten off on a bit of a bad start, but here’s the deal, you have something I want, and you’re going to give it to me.”
“What?” I croaked.
“I want Luke,” he spat, “Brad pisses me the fuck off and I’m sick of his shit, but Luke is exactly what we need to get our band huge after we get rid of you, Calum and the other one.”
“Wha-what do you mean?” I asked.
“Well stupid, you didn’t honestly think we could let you go, knowing all this, did you?” he laughed.
“Um, I don’t know maybe,” I admitted.
“Well here’s a newsflash!” he spat, “We can’t! Now you can either help me, or I can hurt you Ashton.”
“I’m not helping you do shit!” I spat, spitting in his face.
Sitting up a little, Tristan let out a passive aggressive laugh before leaning forward again, “We’ll see about that.”
“Oh Luke, have you decided yet?” he asked.
“No….” Luke whispered.
“Ah well, Tristan sighed, “Max, help me out would you.”
Out of the corner of my eye I watched as Max shuffled over to the fireplace to my horror removed a metal fire poker which had been sitting in it, which was now scorching hot.
“What are you doing?” Lauren asked.
“Having a little fun.” Tristan laughed, before snatching the rod from Max and pressing it into my open palm.
Letting out an agonized scream I tried to fress myself from beneath him, however laughing like a psychopath, Max stomped down on my wrist, holding it in place.
“Stop it!” Calum screamed.
“Please don’t hurt him!” Lauren sobbed.
Smirking, Tristan removed the rod, “So, let me ask you again Ashton?” he laughed, “Will you help me?”
“No!” I sobbed trying to look at my shaking hand which was still being held down by Max’s boot.
“Too bad,” Tristan sighed, “Max, another please.”
“Don’t!” Charlie yelled.
“Please don’t hurt him he didn’t do anything, hurt me!” Calum shouted.
However like the first time, Tristan ignored him, pressing the red hot rod to my arm, making my entire body feeling like it was on fire, and the area where he was pressing it down, burning to the point it was freezing cold.
Unable to hold it in I let out another scream.
“Enough!” Luke finally cried, “I chose! I chose! Just don’t hurt him!”
Feeling light headed, I watched as Tristan tossed the rod to the side then, grabbing my hair he slammed my head on the ground, making the room spin before rising to his feet and crossing over to Luke.
“Good lad,” he chuckled, clapping him on the back, “Which one of these unlucky little ladies will be shark bait?”
“Oh haha,” Connor coughed.
“Now is so not the time,” James sighed.
“Well?” Tristan sighed.
Closing his eyes, allowing a few tears to escape Luke took a shaky breath, “I can’t do it, I chose myself.”
“Luke no!” Charlie cried.
“Awwwwww!” Tristan laughed, “How valiant, young love. But I’m afraid that isn’t going to work.”
“What do you mean?” Luke whispered.
“I need you Luke,” Tristan sighed, “I think you’d be a great addition to the Vamps.”
“I’d rather pull my balls off with tweezers!” Luke spat.
“Well then!” Tristan said, taking a back, “I guess I really don’t have much use for you do I?”
“No,” Luke mumbled.
“Well then,” Tristan sighed, “I guess you’ll get your wish.”
Crossing over to Charlie, he roughly cut of her ropes. Rising to her feet she ran and Luke leaping into his arms and wrapping her legs around his waist.
“I’m so sorry Charlie!” Luke cried.
“No, don’t be sorry,” she sobbed, pulling her face from his neck and kissing his cheeks, then his forehead, then his nose before finally his mouth, “If we have to die, I’d rather it be together.”
“I’m still sorry,” he whimpered, pulling her impossibly closer to him, “I love you.”
“I love you Luke,” she whispered, “God, it’s not even healthy how much I love you.”
“Awwwwwwww!” Tristan cried, “That is so……disgusting! If I wanted to see cheesy romantic shit I would have rented Twlight.”
“Stop being an ass hole.” Lauren spat.
“Shut up!” Tristan cried, slapping her across the face.
“Hey!” Luke screamed, as I struggled to rise to my feet, however receiving a boot to the chest from Max, fell helplessly back down again.
“Don’t you touch her!” Luke roared, setting Charlie down and standing in front of her protectively.
“Touch.” Tristan chuckled, touching the top of Lauren’s head.
Letting out a truly frightening growl, Luke lunged on top of him, pinning him to the ground before punching him repeatedly in the face. Panicking, Connor smashed Calum’s head on the floor, leaving him dazed before running to help.
“Stop it!” James shouted helplessly.
Ignoring him, Connor ripped Luke off of Tristan and punched him squarely in the jaw.
“Ow!” Luke before starting to sob.
Laughing, like a maniac Tristan rose to his feet.
“Tjat was cute!” he spat, spraying blood everywhere from his busted lip, “That was really fucking cute! But it also really fucking pissed me off!”
Without saying another word, he hauled Luke to his feet by his shirt, and grabbing Charlie, by her hair he led them towards the hole in the floor.
“Stop!” Luke screamed, “Kill me not her!”
“Too late.” Tristan spat, “Now stop moving before I send Connor to stab Calum so many times he looks like a sponge!”
Laughing, Connor pulled a knife out of his pocket and crossed back over to Calum who had just peeled himself off the floor.
“Luke! Charlie!” I groaned.
“Any last words?” Tristan asked, pressing the button that opened the hole.
“Yes,” Charlie replied, “Fuck you dude.”
With that she turned around and lunged at Tristan, however to my horror I saw before she did, he had a knife in his hand, which buried itself up to the hilt in her shoulder.
Screaming she fell to the ground.
“Charlie!” Luke cried, dropping to his knees beside her, “Why would you do that?”
Unable to say anything though her sobs, she clutched at the knife, which a smirking Tristan crossed over to her and twisted before ripping it out.
“Stop it!” Luke cried, pulling her carefully into his chest.
“That was really damn stupid.” Tristan sighed.
“You’re a monster!” Luke spat, trying to calm Charlie down, his shirt stained with her blood.
“For some reason I’m okay with that.” Tristan replied, rising his foot to kick them through the hole, “Say bye bye bitc…..”
“What the hell happened in here?”
Turning my head to the side I was stunned to find a shocked looking Brad standing in the doorway.
Smirking, Tristan brought his foot down on Luke’s shoulder, causing he and Charlie to lose their balance and tumble down to the water below.
“No!” I screamed, as Tristan, slammed the door closed.