It was the first time she felt really broken beyond the countless times she's been hurt.

She thought he was all the good things and the morning that would separate them is just a temporary distance.

She thought the name he bears would bring her no resentment, anger, or hate.

Ella thought Andrew felt the same. The gentle kiss they shared made her feel so.

But the hand that held her tightly, the glare of hatred in his eyes and the words of threat that he spoke broke all the good things that made her happy.

She was happy in the briefest moment and it all crumbled down just as quickly.

However, Andrew almost changed his mind the moment she looked distraught and almost tearing up. The look in her eyes almost fazed him from continuing what he came there to do, but pain and anguish had blinded him from what could've been a dreamy story of how love will blossom.

He liked her for a moment. He may even have fallen in love, but it was gone in an instant.

Pain is stronger and it overcame the feelings that would've truly absolve him from the past he couldn't let go. He let go of that attraction and held her tighter, thinking that seeing her family distraught and broken just like they did to his, broken like he is is a better reward.

"Let me go, please." Her pleads were calm and hushed and she tries to get her wrist back but with his one forceful pull, she fell onto him and a funny smelling cloth instantly covered her nose and mouth. In seconds, everything seemed to spin and there were no other ways to struggle and break free from his grasp.

The angel fell gracefully onto his arms seconds after that piece of cloth, drenched in chloroform took her consciousness.

He looked at the unconscious angel's beautiful face as he held her, adoring her perfect features and imprinting it in his mind. But all these beauty she possesses will be wasted by just being born on the wrong family.

"What a waste." Andrew sighed as his thumb caresses her soft, rosy cheek until it found her lower lip that seemed to be inviting him again.

A smirk crept on his lips. Not for long, he will taste this sweetness again. But the smirk quickly disappears the longer he studies her face.

She looked so pure and innocent and this erratic heartbeath that once again decided to invade his chest the longer he stares is making him think twice. He knew what he's about to do is wrong in so many levels but he had done a lot of bad things and they're most rewarding every time he wins.

But why does it feel that he'd be making the greatest mistake of his life?

"What took you so long?" His brother asked as soon as he saw Andrew approaching their car carefully with the wingless angel on his arms.

"Taking her by surprise will cause a scene. She'll struggle and scream so I needed to gain her trust." He explained while eyeing the wine bottle his silver-haired brother, dressed in a vampire costume, "Besides, you look like you're enjoying yourself." Andrew continued.

"Gotta give 'em credit, bro. They got good wine." The younger then wiggled his brows as he opens the door of the car's backseat for the taller man and the damsel in his arms.

Anthony had always been supporting Andrew with all his endeavors and goals for the sake of their family as his older brother had looked after him along and their younger brother when their father disappeared out of thin air. They took over all family business and affairs but Andrew is now considered the head of their family.

Despite the arguments that he and the older shared, they would always meet in the middle and Anthony would help Andrew in work things out to their advantage.

Even he had never fully agreed with Andrew regarding anything, Anthony is defnitely in favor of taking revenge. He too was blinded by pain and his anger grows every day that he misses their younger brother's smile.

They both had the same goals: make the enemy feel what it's like to mourn the loss of a dearly loved one.

"Wow, can't believe they've been hiding this beauty all these years." Anthony shakes his head upon having a closer look at Ella's face, already regretting the pretty girl's fate in their hands.

"So, how did you gain her trust?" He proceeded to asked with a brow raised and a smirk on his lips before sipping the delicious redness of the wine from the bottle's lips.

"You tell me, how do you get a girl to trust you?" Andrew smirks, taking off the mask again while keeping the damsel cradled winthin his arm and on his lap.

"Tch... I could've found her first." the younger scoffs and drinks again.

"Yeah, but you chose the wine." The older chuckles.

"Hell yeah over bitches!" The silver-haired Dracula cheered, raising his bottle which he soon shared with his brother.

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Ella's eyes flutter open; vision still adjusting from a few ours of being unconscious.

She feels numb and weak all over. But as soon as her vision clears despite the dimly lit room, she started recalling the last thing that happened which soon reminded her of her broken heart.

Despite being broken, she held back her tears and tries to focus.

She knew she's being held captive.

When she realized that she's been bound by the wrists on the headboard of the bed she's laying, she started to think of ways on how to escape.

She was tied so tightly that her hands felt so cold and struggling to break free from the bound hurts her. Regardless of the pain, she continued to pull her hands off the ties, not realizing the presence with her inside the room with her.

"You're not going anywhere." He spouts, deep, raspy voice echoing in the large, unfurnished room despite only speaking softly.

By now his voice was already familiar to her.

In that briefest moment of happiness, his voice got imprinted in her heart. But that happiness she felt was just an illusion, a trick to distract her from reality.

"What do you want from me?" She asked, eyes darting in the far end of the room where he then approaches, revealing the same beautiful man she had hoped to be a different person.

Oh, how she prays that he was a completely different man compared to this monster hiding in a beautiful face.

He then pulls a chair from the corner and sits beside the bedside where she's tied.

"I know you've watched the news." He started as he looks at her who's gazes that were once gentle were now of death glares.

"Ambrose Summers." He continued.

Ella's breath hitch upon hearing the name. She knows Ambrose Summers is Andrew's youngest brother who had unfortunately passed. She heard of rumors inside the household of how he died and she had pitied the young boy's fate if all that she heard were true.

And if all she heard were true, then... her father and her cousin were the most despicable people the entire planet.

But hearing his name had only enlightened her of what Andrew wanted.

"You want revenge." She breathed out softly.

"I wanted to keep my brother out of any feud between our families. You don't know how innocent that boy is." Andrew smiles painfully as he speaks. "He was like a breath of fresh air. He was sweet and kind. He would always remind me of the possible consequences my actions against your family and it almost wanted to seek peace with your father."

Ella stared at Andrews's eyes as he spoke about his brother and she could clearly see his anguish and pain behind that smile.

She was almost tearing up, not because of the pain on her wrist or the situation she's currently in, but she could feel his pain.

She doesn't know the feeling of losing someone dear to her heart but seeing how Andrew is and how his actions were controlled by his pain, she's somehow enlightened.

It must be so painful.

"He sounds wonderful," Ella muttered, forcing a smile from her trembling lips which Andrew paid with a glare that made her shiver.

"Have you heard of how he died?" He asked, keeping that sinister glare.

"I-I just heard of rumors. I don't really know wha—"

"Tell me." Andrew cut her off, voice commanding despite how calm he sounded. "Tell me what you've heard about how my brother died."

Tears then rolled on her eyes as she states the details of the rumors, "He was... H-he was lured by my cousin's men. I heard they lured him by telling him that he's the key to end our families' feud, that he just needs to talk to my father."

"What did they do to him?" He asked.

She then closed her eyes as she states, "They said awful things... I...I can't—"

"Tell me!" Andrew exclaimed, ordering her to spill what she heard.

"H-he... that his skin was that like of a woman... And they... They told everyone t-that our men... it was awful..." She stutters before sobbing softly.

The news she saw was the same; shaming the young boy and his family despite being the victim with no prime suspect to point. Everyone was being hushed. The media told mean things about him and his sexuality and she knew it tarnished his and his family's name completely.

The media fabricated the story, on how he was found in a godforsaken place were men who sought men go to relieve themselves.

She got sickened by the news but knowing that the rumors within the household may have more of the truth than what the media says makes it even worse.

This was her father's way of shaming other people—tarnishing their reputation and it's only a few of the despicable things he did. This is why he had harness such fear from his people.

"Tell me." The man orders again.

"Please... If it were true, I'm so sorry for what they did. Your brother doesn't deserve to be abused like that. No one does. I know how painful it must be for you but you don't need to—"

"SHUT IT!" He growled, loud, deep voice thundering inside the room.

"You don't know how painful it is to be so helpless not to know where to search. You don't know how it feels when they told you he's dead, you don't know how it feels to learn that he was raped.. how it felt when they told stories about him, how they call him names, shaming him... he was innocent. He was a good kid who only wanted what's good for everyone!" Andrew exclaimed as anger snapped him.

"What they did to him is unforgivable." His teeth gritted in wrath is his glares grew flames.

There were no tears, but the pain is evident in his eyes and this had given birth to hate which she could clearly see despite the dim light of the room.

"He was an innocent kid who just wanted to be happy. And I think he was as innocent and as pure as you." He the stated calmly, standing over the side of the bed.

Her breath hitches as her mind think of all the possibilities of purpose why he took her.

He wanted revenge... and that only mean one thing.

Hearing him tell her her purpose had Ella wishing that she shouldn't have met him.

"You, who are the favorite, the pampered, who's loved so dearly that everything you wanted, they'll give you. You, who's protected, not even a single mosquito could ever touch you. You're like Ambrose." He whispers as he climb the bed.

"What better revenge would there be if I return the favour to their precious princess."

She struggled all my might and screamed for help at the top of her lungs when the man started touching her.

It was far from how she felt when he first touched her. He was all the good things a fantasy would give her for he was just as good as a fantasy is. His charm, his smile, the heart fluttering brief conversation they had, the serenity of their kiss and the warmth of his touch...

It's gone. All of it was long gone...

And it's all replaced by pain.

He wasn't the embodiment of fantasy masked with all the good things she thought a dream could give, he was the nightmare she never has thought she'd see.

"Struggling won't take you anywhere." He breathed as he hovered above her. "It would just hurt you even more."

She closed my eyes, turning my head to the side to avoid him as he forced his kisses everywhere but when she felt him rip the only thing that covered her dignity, she knew there will be no use to fight.

There's no use in kicking, there's no use in breaking free, there's no use screaming for help.

No one would come.

No one will help her.

Dignity was all she has and he took it from her, replacing with just excruciating pain, all while hearing him heaving breathlessly above her helpless body.

However, she felt pity for him despite what he was doing to her. For him to go this low just to avenge his beloved brother... he's as low as her father.

Pain and anger can really blind people. It will blind you of desire to seek your own justice despite others getting hurt.

But to what extent can this vengeance provide satisfaction?

Ella's tears stopped falling. She open her eyes and turn her head to look at the man she thought was perfect,

"Is this what your brother... would've wanted?" she muttered, expressionless as the tears that drenched her face starts to dry.

Andrew's breath hitches at her words. He looked in her eyes that were once drenched in tears but tears had stopped from flowing.

"You've gone so low and leveled yourself with those who abused your brother... I'm not saying I am as innocent and as pure as him but, I have done him no wrong. I have done you no wrong..." She stated sternly despite her voice breaking.

"But I hope your actions would give him peace... I hope this will finally bring you peace."

His world stopped at that moment while looking at the angle's beautiful eyes wearing no emotions at all.

For months, all he thought about is the pain of his brother's passing. All he thought about is getting justice. All that he thought is to take revenge, to make them feel how he had suffered by taking the one that's precious to them and ruining her like what they did to his brother.

But it all went to drain just by a few words and a few minutes of what he thought was justice.

He stopped and pulled away from her, tears threatening to fall as he looked down at the angel he had defiled... and he began feeling nauseous.

She was still as beautiful... but broken.

Beneath the angel's feet, he broke down and began weeping at what he had done.

He had always taken revenge in the past and it felt good to see his enemies angry, lost and confused. He had always wanted to get ahead regardless of the consequences of his actions. All Andrew cared about is that his family should reap the benefits while overlooking the process and consequences.

His hands were not the cleanest. They're stained with blood and dirt but it gives him what he wanted.

But never had he had to force himself to anyone. Not until now.

Revenge begets revenge. And the two families had been at war for generations for the reason everyone had already forgotten.

No one knows what started it all.

He then stood from beneath her feet before pulling the hem of her dress down to cover her, avoiding to look at her eyes.

Never had he felt guilt. Not until the angel's words pierced his numb heart.

How could he look at her after what he had done?

He had asked her to absolve him, to take his sins away but he was the one who had broken this beautiful angel with a sin. She had given him a moment of peace with just a kiss but this is what she gets in return.

What he did now had only made him feel worse, especially with himself.

He's beginning to feel the pain all over again and looking at her would just remind him of how low he had gone.

He bolted out the room and locked the door and soon as it's shut, he slammed his head over it as he tries to calm himself while holding its knob tightly.

"Wow. Done already?" Anthony asked, standing from his seat with a new bottle of wine.

"No one goes in this room," Andrew ordered sternly, not facing everyone outside the room.

"Eeh? But you said—"

"NO ONE TOUCHES HER!" he growled out loud.

"Okay..." the younger calmly responded, "What happened to you, what's wrong?"

"Everything," Andrew replied muttering, pulling the key from the knob and immediately hid it inside his pocket before rushing off, leaving his brother and his men looking bewildered.