Captured.

Peace, Love and Happiness.

Authors Note:

Hi everyone I just want to say a quick apology for not updating recently I know it's been a while. It hasn't been the best of times recently but hopefully, I shall be back to updating regularly soon. Again I'm sorry but enough chit chat. On with the story.

Emma's P.O.V:

"Happy Birthday Emma", his words replayed in my mind for the rest of the night as I tossed and turned to beg for sleep. My body would not give in and I just had to get out of this cycle. I left my bed and turned, heading for the bathroom where I turned on the taps to run myself a bath. It's 3 o'clock in the afternoon so my alarm would be going off shortly anyway, I am just worried about the effects no sleep will have further through the day. I stepped into the water when it was done letting my body relax as best as it could whilst thinking about what is happening at home with my mother, it has of course been 5 years since we have seen each other.

Emma's Mothers P.O.V:

"Look, officer, I know you say there have been no leads but it's my daughters birthday today and she deserves to have it at home with me. Not out there scared for her life whilst she sits waiting to be rescued from whatever torment someone is putting her through. Officer please I need her home with me I will pay you whatever money you need I will provide it". I begged and pleaded and it has been the same since they first opened the case five years ago. After a year and a half, they started to give up but I remained firm that my daughter is alive and needs to be found and I've been funding the police ever since. I know deep down my daughter is alive fighting for her life, trying her hardest to survive each and every day in every circumstance that I can only imagine are being thrown at her. 

"Look, Elena, you need to sit down you have tried your hardest today but you need some time to yourself. I'm sorry I know it would have been Emma's birthday today but whilst she is not here we need to look after ourselves in order to look after her". I knew my husband was right and that is what killed me the most. Ever since we got married last year I have been wondering why on earth he is still with me, fighting by my side. It was hard for us both to decide to get married at first because I wanted Emma to have met him, approve of him and be at my wedding. Eventually, Brian convinced me that we would re-do the whole thing for Emma when she comes home and she would want me to be happy, which is why I married the new love of my life. 

Brian has two children of his own, Joshua who is 18 and a little girl called Freya who is 5 and it scares me how much she and Emma are alike since they aren't even blood-related. I dread to think how much her brother will be like her when he arrives. That's also right, I'm pregnant again which is another milestone my daughter could not be with me for as he will be born in 5 weeks time. Everything is ready for him in our house but I still can't help feeling selfish about the whole situation. I have continued to fund Emma's search but without her here it feels like I'm moving on even if I am very far from it. This new life is like a mask, no matter how happy it makes me feel and when the mask starts to slightly peel off I am back to the feeling of guilt and self-hatred. 

I just hope that wherever she is, she is somewhat safe and protected. 

Emma's P.O.V:

I was finally ready to see him when the door was unlocked and started to make my way to his office with my head held high, full of confidence. I would take my list of chores as well as my phone and begin work, getting it over with as fast as possible so that I can get back to my room and think about everything I'm missing back at home. 

I got to his door and knocked gently to make sure I wouldn't be barging in, annoying him more than ever to a point where I would probably be punished. "Come in Emma", how did he know it was me? I walked in and stood in front of his desk as calmly as possible as he carried on with his work. "Here is your list of chores, you only have my room to do today and once it is completed I will need you to come back to my office so that I can discuss some matters with you. Oh and here is your phone". 

His room is not as bad today it mainly consisted of taking washing, cleaning a few blood bags up and casual hovering and dusting. I am slightly worried as to what he wants from me, no scratch that I am freaking out. Just as I left his office he brushed my hand gently and smiled whilst avoiding eye contact. I hate when my heart pounds that fast it hurts and most of all it attracts other vampires who can be close by and I have no doubt that Saxon knows about it. About an hour later I was finished with his room and made my way slowly back to his office to see what he needed from me. I heard voices and I began to panic but before I could quickly run away the door opened and Saxon was there smirking at me in full pleasure. He pulled me in and shut the door until it was just me, him and another man who was sitting on the sofa. "Emma this is Jackson. He is here as your birthday present so he can do anything you want like if you want a tattoo or a piercing, I have to approve of them first but you can have whatever you want to a reasonable degree". A tattoo or piercing, I mean I have always wanted to try getting a tattoo to rebel against my dad so I could try that and maybe simple ear piercing would be okay too. "Um master is it okay if I have a tattoo and just a simple lobe piercing", he smiled faintly and nodded. "Jackson you can use my room to set up your things and I would like you to also tattoo this onto Emma's back at the bottom". 

I wasn't allowed to see the tattoo that Saxon picked for me but I didn't care I was more nervous about having a needle dig into me and for my ears, have the needle go through me. I lay down on the table trying to control my breathing as best as I could and when the needle met my skin, I was stronger than I thought. I would get through this easily, I think. 

5 hours later and both my tattoos and my piercings were complete and I loved them all immediately. For my choice, in the tattoo, I decided to go with two hummingbirds touching noses as a symbol of me and my mom when I was younger which was on the back of my neck and as for Saxon's tattoo, I loved it more than my own. It said in Italian across my back "peace, love and happiness". The letters were written in italic and had vines wrapped around them. I have no idea how I could ever thank him for my gift even if he does probably do this for all his slaves. 

                                                   I just couldn't help but feel a little content.