Blood Bound to My Bully Vampire Brothers

Raven's Pov

I came back from school feeling pissed and exhausted. My uniform was stuck to my skin with sweat and my backpack felt heavier than usual, all I wanted to do was throw myself on my bed and sleep but the second I stepped into the house, I knew something was wrong.

My mother was packing and panic licked her entire face and I've never felt so confused because I left her in a good condition where she complained about not eating enough breakfast.

Now she wasn't just packing, she was in a frenzy, stuffing clothes into suitcases as if we were being chased out.

My stomach dropped in dread as my heart rammed in my ribcage. "Mom? What the hell is going on?"

She didn't stop nor did she even look at me. "We're leaving." She blurted out rasping and avoided my gaze like a plaque.

My heart pounded as the first thought hit me like a freight train. "Is it Dad? Is he out of jail?"

Her hands froze for a second before she shook her head. "No, Raven. This isn't about him. We just have to leave baby, get your things now!"

I felt a little relief, but not much. My father was the worst thing that had ever happened to us. He used to beat my mom senselessly and locked her in the closet while I sat outside and listened to her cries. He was finally arrested for drugs, and the day the cops took him away, he had looked me dead in the eyes and said, I'll be back for you. I had nightmares about that moment for years.

"So why are we leaving?" I asked her, watching her throw my clothes into a suitcase now.

Mom took a deep breath and faced me. "I got married, baby."

Silence.

It was too quiet except for the beat of my heart before I blinked at her because maybe I had misheard or misunderstood her. "What?"

"I got married, Raven. My husband, your new stepfather, is waiting for us in Velmora and we can't waste a second."

My stomach twisted and I laughed. "You're joking."

"I'm not." She zipped up a bag. "And we don't have much time. The chauffeur will be here soon."

Rage bubbled up inside me. "You're seriously making me leave my life here? My friends? My boyfriend? And for what? Some guy you barely know?" I yelled at her walking around the room like a maniac to stop her from going anywhere but to talk to me.

Mom sighed and rubbed her temples. "I do know him and this is the best decision for us."

"For you, maybe." I scoffed hard. "What about me mum? Did you even ask if I wanted this!"I yelled in anger, biting back the salty taste in my tongue and the burning tears at the corner of my eyes.

She looked at me there and I knew there was something tired in her eyes, something desperate. "I need you to trust me honey, please."

I clenched my fists as my whole body trembled with frustration. But before I could yell back, the sound of tires screeching outside made me pause.

A sleek black car-no, not just a car. A beast of a vehicle, probably more expensive than our entire house, sat in our driveway. A man who was dressed in a black suit stepped out, opened the trunk, and without a word, started loading our luggage.

Mom grabbed my hand. "Come on Raven, we don't have to."

I felt like I was in a nightmare. A horrible, twisted nightmare as my feet moved but my mind screamed at me to stop. I was leaving my home, my city and my life.

The second I sat inside the car, silent tears slid down my cheeks and I cried the whole way to the airport.

--

Velmora wasn't just another country. It was another world entirely that looked strange.

The moment we arrived, I felt like I had stepped into a medieval fantasy. Castles rose into the sky, surrounded by mountains and forests that looked untouched by animals and the air smelled fresh and crisp, almost too clean compared to the city I grew up in.

But before we even made it to the mansion, Mom had another surprise waiting for me.

"Your new school, common, let's get you registered before we go to the Palace." she said as we stopped in front of the grandest building I had ever seen.

I stared up at it, my mouth slightly open. "This... is a school?" She smiled and nodded at me.

It looked more like a palace, The gates were made of ancient golden designs, and the massive campus stretched farther than I could see. The buildings were sleek yet elegant and blended classic castle architecture with the latest modern technology.

The students walking around weren't any less impressive. They were beautiful as every single one of them looked like they had walked out of a high-fashion magazine. Their uniforms were perfectly fitted with a deep purple shirt paired with a lilac pleated skirt for girls and sharp black pants for the boys. The accessories they wore, rings, necklaces, even their bags, screamed money.

I suddenly felt small and Insignificant, Poor and useless as if I didn't belong here.

Mom nudged me. "You'll start here tomorrow."

I tore my eyes away from the intimidatingly perfect students and glared at her. "Tomorrow?"

"Yes. But first, we need to go home and meet your stepfather."

I swallowed hard at "Home". The word felt foreign on my tongue but the mansion was beyond anything I could have imagined.

The driveway alone could fit a hundred cars and the structure itself was a blend of gothic and modern with towering stone walls, massive windows, and vines creeping up parts of the exterior to give an eerie yet breathtaking feel.

The air smelled of something rich and intoxicating like cinnamon and wine.

And then he appeared, King Devereux of Velmora from what mum told me.

He was Tall, Regal and Dressed in a black velvet suit that fit his broad shoulders perfectly. His long silver hair was tied back, revealing his sharp, chiseled features. His eyes, which were strikingly golden were locked onto me immediately.

"So this is Raven." His voice was deep, smooth. "Welcome to your new home."

I couldn't speak nor even breathe as my eyes were staring at something different, why the fuck does he looks so young?

Mom stepped forward, smiling nervously. "Lucian, this is my daughter. Raven, greet your stepfather."

My throat felt tight as I said the first word that sounded so blank and stupid. "Hi."

He studied me with a piercing gaze and smiled. "You look just like your mother."

I wasn't sure if that was a compliment or not but before I could figure out how to respond, I sensed a movement from the grand staircase which caught my eye. Three figures stood there, watching. Three men.

Chapter 2

Raven's Pov

I couldn't believe what I was seeing, The man my mother was marrying didn't look a day over twenty-five, maybe younger than my own boyfriend back in the city. His features were too sharp, too perfect, almost unreal. His skin was flawless, a pale ivory that made his dark crimson eyes even more unnerving.

And by the time I looked back at the three figures, they were gone as if they were never there, how? I swallowed hard, forcing myself not to stare. This is the man my mother is marrying?

"Raven, meet King Devereux," my mother said in her voice light but I could hear the nervousness beneath it. "He is... well, he's going to be your stepfather."

I blinked, shifting my gaze between them. My mother looked out of place next to him, standing there in her modest dress and minimal makeup. Meanwhile, Devereux looked like he belonged on a throne, draped in a deep maroon silk robe with gold embroidery, exuding power and dominance.

This had to be a joke but I forced a polite nod and kept my voice even. "It's nice to meet you."

His lips curled into a small, knowing smirk. "The pleasure is mine, Raven." "Make yourself at home. Velmora is your home now."

I clenched my jaw and smiled, Like hell it is.

I didn't bother responding. I had no choice in any of this, but I wouldn't act like I was happy about it either.

A group of maids appeared, bowing their heads as they gestured for me to follow. They led me through a long corridor with stone walls covered in ancient stones. Everything screamed old money and royalty but in a way that made my stomach churn.

The maids took me to a luxurious chamber where a bath was already prepared. The scent of lavender and honey filled the air and before I could protest, they undressed me, scrubbed every inch of my skin, and dressed me in an elaborate medieval-style gown-soft blue with gold trimmings, the fabric was rich and heavy. When I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I almost laughed.

I looked like I had walked straight out of a British royal movie and I hated it.

The moment I was alone, I collapsed onto the massive bed, groaning. What the hell was my life right now?

--

The next morning, I was thrown into the chaos of Blackthorn University.

I had barely stepped into the school grounds before I was hit with a wave of stares. Everyone was too beautiful-like, impossibly beautiful. Flawless skin, sculpted features, an air of arrogance that made my blood boil and then there was me.

I wasn't ugly, but compared to these people? I might as well have been invisible.

"New girl!" A voice chirped beside me and I turned to see a blonde bombshell with emerald-green eyes and a playful smirk. She was wearing the same uniform but had customized it slightly-her skirt was shorter and her shirt unbuttoned just enough to be rebellious but acceptable.

"I'm Friessa," she said, looping her arm through mine like we were already best friends. "And you, my dear, are going to need all the help you can get."

I frowned but felt glad that someone was talking to me. "Am I that obvious, huh?"

She snorted and grinned at me. "You're gawking like a tourist babe, You might as well carry a sign that says I don't belong here."

"Great, nice observation." I sighed in frustration.

"Don't worry, I'll give you the grand tour." She winked. "You're lucky you found me before the vultures did." I chuckled at her words and loved her already. "And you are.."

"I'm Raven, you can just call me Rave."

"Alright Rave, let me show you wonders."

She wasn't lying about the grand tour.

Friessa took me everywhere, the library that looked like it belonged in an ancient castle, the cafeteria where students dined like royalty, the hockey field, the basketball courts, and my favorite, the computer lab, which was nothing short of futuristic.

But then she stopped in front of a particular building with a darkened expression.

"Okay, this is the one place you need to stay away from."

I followed her gaze and wondered why it's out of bounds. The building wasn't anything like the others. It was dark and gothic, the inside looked like it was bathed in blood-red lighting. The name Thorns' Den was carved in sharp, elegant letters above the entrance.

I frowned. "Why?"

Friessa hesitated. "Because you don't want to get involved with the people who own it."

"Who owns it?"

Her lips pressed into a thin line. "The Four Cursed Princes of Velmora."

I raised a brow. "You're joking, right?"

"I wish I was." She let out a sigh. "They don't take classes with us. They don't eat with us. They don't participate in anything with us and it's for a good reason."

I rolled my eyes. "Sounds like a bunch of stuck-up rich brats."

Friessa looked at me like I was insane. "You really don't know anything about this place, do you?" Before I could respond, the entire school erupted into chaos.

Screams, Gasps and excited whispers almost blasted by ear drums and I turned my head just in time to see them.

The Four Princes.

They walked in perfect sync, moving through the crowd like they owned the world. The students practically worshipped them with girls swooning, guys were either bowing their heads in respect or glaring in jealousy.

I didn't even look at them properly. I just hissed in irritation because I know they were annoyingly beautiful but what's with the attention.

Seriously? All this fuss over a bunch of guys? I had better things to do than to care about their little fan club.

After school hours and activities, I almost made it home before realizing I had forgotten my iPad in my locker.

"Just leave it till tomorrow," my driver said.

"No," I argued. "I need it for my assignment. It'll only take five minutes."

He hesitated and sighed. "It's dangerous to go back alone."

"It's six freaking PM," I huffed and unbuckled the safety belts. "The sun isn't even down yet."

After a long pause and consideration, he sighed and relented his efforts.

I rushed back into the school and walked through the now-empty hallways, reaching my locker in record time, Grabbing my iPad and turning to leave only to freeze.

I heard a scream. It was Faint, muffled and fucking scary.

My gaze snapped toward the Thorns' Den and there was a flicker of light and shadows moving behind the glass walls.

'Don't be stupid, Raven.' My subconscious mind screamed at me but my feet moved anyway very slowly and cautiously, I approached the building with a pounding heart. The moment my fingers touched the door handle, the world and everything around me seems to shift.

Chapter 3

Raven's Pov

The moment I stepped into the Den, I knew I had made a mistake. The place was shrouded in darkness, like a void swallowing everything whole. A thick, sickening stench of blood invaded my nostrils, making my stomach churn. My instincts screamed at me to turn around and leave, but something inside me pushed forward.

The wailing, the sobbing I had heard moments ago had stopped. Now, there was nothing but silence. A dreadful, suffocating silence that made my skin prickle. My throat tightened and my fingers curled into fists as I forced my feet to keep moving.

Then I saw them.

Four women lay sprawled across the marble floor, their bodies were lifeless, their necks slit open like cattle in a slaughterhouse. Their blood soaked the ground, pooling around them like a horrific piece of art and my entire body went numb as my mind was unable to process the nightmare before me.

One of the women twitched and her lips moved as if she wanted to speak. I saw her fingers tremble, as she lifted it up just enough to signal one thing to me-run!

A choked gasp escaped my lips and before I could stop myself, I screamed.

The sound shattered the silence, echoing against the glass walls of the Den. My breath hitched as I stumbled backward and my shaking hands gripped the edges of my skirt. This isn't real. This can't be real right ?

It was fucking real.

Something loomed behind me with a cold and suffocating presence. Before I could react and run, I slammed into a solid figure and my back collided with something cold and unmoving. A scent of smoke, blood, and something dark intoxicating filled my senses. My body was too tense and my instincts were screaming at me to not turn around.

But I did and that was the second mistake I made that night.

My gaze lifted to meet four sets of blood-red eyes, glowing in the dim light like burning embers. They weren't human. They were beautiful in the most terrifying way possible with sharp cheekbones, perfect lips, a skin so pale it looked like it had never seen sunlight. They were dressed in dark, elegant shirts and the fabric hugged their powerful forms like second skin.

The one standing directly in front of me tilted his head, his red gaze burning into mine with an expression I couldn't decipher. Curiosity? Amusement? Hunger?

I didn't wait to find out.

Survival instincts kicked in, and I ran.

I barely registered the sound of my own heartbeat thundering in my ears as I bolted. My feet carried me toward the nearest exit, a tall window at the far end of the Den. Without thinking, I lunged.

The glass shattered as I crashed through it, a sharp sting slashed across my arm from the impact but I didn't want to tell it, I hit the ground hard, rolling onto the cold pavement and Ignored the pain, I scrambled to my feet and sprinted toward the school gates where my car was waiting.

"Drive," I choked out as I threw myself inside.

The driver turned, startled. "Miss Raven, what-?"

"I said drive!" I shrieked, my voice raw with panic. "Now please."

He didn't ask any more questions as the tires screeched against the pavement while we sped off, leaving the school and the four monsters inside that cursed Den behind.

I stormed into the mansion, ignoring my mother and Devereux as they called after me. My hands were still shaking as I ran to my room, slamming the door shut behind me. God! My breathing was ragged, my chest kept rising and falling rapidly as I tried to process what I had just seen.

They killed them.

They killed those women.

Who were they? Because they were NOT human. I buried my face in my hands, squeezing my eyes shut, but the images wouldn't leave my mind. The blood, The red eyes and the way they looked at me like I was their next meal.

I didn't know how long I sat there, my body trembled and my heart refused to calm down but suddenly, I heard a voice.

A Soft, mocking voice that echoed in my room.

"So, you're the new bratty stepsister."

My eyes flew open. I whipped around so fast my head spun. Four figures stood in the middle of my room, their presence was overwhelming and suffocating. They were here, they were in my room!

The second one clicked his tongue. "She's tiny," he mused, his red eyes glinting with amusement. "But brave. Brave enough to step into our Den."

The third one let out a low chuckle, his gaze sliding lazily down my body. "I wonder how delicious her blood would taste."

The fourth one stepped forward with his smirk dripping with malice. "You have no idea the hell you just walked into, little girl."

My mouth went dry as my pulse pounded against my skin. This wasn't happening to me, who the fuck are these men?

I grabbed the nearest thing I could find-a metal pole from the nightstand, and pointed it at them. "S-Stay back!" I stammered.

Deed rich Laughter erupted from their throat. It was so Dark and Cold.

They weren't scared nor were they remotely concerned. They just looked at me like I was a joke.

"You're in our house," one of them said, his voice laced with amusement. "In our mother's room. And you entered our fucking Den at school. Who the fuck do you think you are Minx?"

Another took a step closer, his gaze locked on my throat. "You're trembling, Raven."

I swallowed hard and cursed,Of course, I was trembling. I backed away but the second I did, one of them moved. So fast, Too fast like a blur.

A hand fisted my hair, yanking me back against a hard chest. A sharp gasp escaped my lips as my fingers clawed at his hold.

"Let go of me!" I shouted.

The third one hummed as his fingers trailed down the hem of my school skirt. "She needs to be taught a lesson."

I froze.

A rough grip flipped me around, forcing me to face them. My breath hitched when I saw the sharp fangs glinting in the dim light.

Vampires.

Jesus Christ! What's this place, where am I crying out loud?

The fourth one smirked, dragging his fingers down my neck. "You smell divine."

I should've been scared. I was scared. But deep down, beneath the fear, something else lurked, something dark and unfamiliar.

One of them grabbed my hips, pressing me against him. "Maybe she likes being watched," he whispered, pinching my nipples hard through the fabric of my bra. Pain, shock, liquid flowed down to my region. I gasped so hard that I felt asthmatic.

The third one tilted his head, his eyes flashing with hunger. "Maybe she likes being owned. What do you think Cassian" The one with blonde hair asked tauntingly, cupping my ass from behind and I trembled.

What is this?

God, why does it look like my body is enjoying this sickening thing?

"Get your hands off me!" I trembled but it was as if I didn't exist.

I barely had time to react before a sharp sting shot through my body. One of them had yanked my school skirt up, and the other ripped my lace panties, his fingers grazing my bare skin.

"What the hell are you –"

A hard smack landed on my ass.

I gasped, my entire body jerking from the impact.

Oh my God, raw pain spreads on my ass cheeks and was quickly replaced with need, pleasure, no fuck me! This is stupid.

Heat spread through my face as humiliation burned deep in my stomach. Another sharp slap followed, harder this time, sending a jolt up my spine. I turned to the third brother and he smirked, rubbing my ass softly at first, watching it jiggle before a loud slap echoed.

I screamed in pain, wanted, needed more, I didn't even know because I was so messed up.

"Fuck look at this Elias, she's wet already!" Another deep voice whispered and before I could say anything to stop them, another smack landed on my ass cheeks again making my body jerk too hard and forward to slam into the one holding me that I felt his hard cock pushing through.

"Please.." I muffled a sob, letting the tears fall. "Stop please"

"She looks a little slut, fuck! Should we play with her pussy and bite her neck?" The one who seemed to be the youngest asked in excitement and I didn't know why my body liked that. This was sick but my pussy throbbed, wanting to see their faces as they touched me.

"Stop!" I choked out, my voice breaking. This was sick!

But they didn't stop.

"As much as I'll love to bite this little thing right now, let's save it for tomorrow. She broke the rules already so a lot more worse is coming for her Caius."

"Hmm, and Dad might get mad and lock us with his silly powers. Let's go. We'll be right back Step sister!" Cassian winked at me and that's when I kne, I had stepped into something far darker than I ever imagined.