Kidnapped By The Dark Prince

Chapter 1

My heart dropped to my feet and my stomach turned. My heart beat increased, I felt like I was having a heart attack. I gripped my chest trying to remember how to breath again. I woke up to find my little sister Lillian was gone. No ... not just gone ... kidnapped. Who could've done this? Why would they do this? How do we get her back?

My parents are going to kill me!

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Let me start by giving you a little information to help you, hopefully, understand a little better ...

Hi! My name is Savanna Crompton, but most people call me Anna. (Not my mom though, because she says she named me Savannah not Anna and refuses to call me anything but my actual name.) I'm 18 years old. Physically, I'm pretty by normal standards. I am 5'4. I have dirty blonde hair, with all natural high and low lights, I get my hair color from my dad. I have a slender delicate build, very "feminine" as my mom says, I'm about 120 pounds soaking wet, not much of the athletic type. I wish now I'd worked out more. My eyes are a rich dark emerald green color, I find them very beautiful, I have my mom's eyes. I have a small symmetrical face with pleasant features. Most of my kind do. (We'll talk about that later.) I have one younger sister and two younger brothers.

Lillian is 17 (Exactly 9 months and 3 days apart. Didn't waste a second, obviously.) and is a very moody typical teenage Drama Queen. She is like a copy/paste version of myself and my mom. The only difference is she has long dark brown hair like our mom and peridot green eyes like our dad. She's 5'4 as well, and around my weight. Our kind don't get much bigger as far as women go. We both favor our mom in the looks department.

Kris and Kendall are 15 year old identical twins. They look alike, except Kris has dirty blonde hair like me and dad and Kendall has darker brown hair like mom and Lillian. They both have heterochromia as well. Kris' left eye is peridot green and his right eye is emerald green. It's vice versa for Kendall, his right is peridot and his left emerald. They are around 5'10 or so. They are "extremely hot" as the girls at school all had to comment to me. It grosses me and Lillian out to hear girls talk like that about our baby brothers. Thank the gods I graduated this year and don't have to hear it anymore.

We all four are perfect combinations of our parents.

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Last night I was watching a movie with the twins. It was a horror flick. The boys love all the scaring, chasing and gore, sick little psychos. I was mostly on my phone, all that scary movie stuff grosses me out and "pop scares" are not for me. Lillian was going around the house constantly complaining and moping most of the night.

Being the oldest, and living at home still, means I get to enjoy the joys of babysitting the others whenever mom and dad are out of town. (I say that with the most enthusiastic sarcasm) The boys aren't so bad and pretty much are satisfied with the simplest things. Lillian, on the other hand, wants to only be around her friends. Which is a no go when mom and dad aren't here, but that doesn't stop the constant begging and theatrics.

After the movie, I made the boys go to bed. Since it's Friday and I'm in charge I let them stay up past their bedtime. Plus, it's summer, so who cares. They will just go in there and get on their game console. They won't be loud and will stay in there till they wake up tomorrow morning. See ... easy to please.

Once they were in their room, Miss Drama had decided to grace me with her annoyance and came upstairs. I internally rolled my eyes as I see her coming. All night she has begged to go out with her friends. She has put on quite the performance. My sister really should be an actress. All the fake crying, angry outbursts, being sweet, and whatever else mood she could find to try to get me to change my mind. I could probably sell tickets to this one girl show. She came across the top floor landing toward me as I was going into the bathroom, we all four share.

"You know just because you're a stick-in-the-mud doesn't mean I am. And I want to get out of this house and live my life while I'm still young and hang out with my friends. Not my fault you don't have any." She said with a hint of sarcasm and a bit of bitter bite, standing in the doorway.

Was she trying to piss my off or hurt my feelings now?

"I do have friends, smart mouth. You're 17, you have your whole life to live. And, those friends you want to go hang out with, in 5 years, you probably won't even remember their names." I retorted. "Mom said no, so give it up already. Go to bed."

"You're supposed to be the cool big sister, who is supposed to look the other way and pretend nothing happened." She tried to say sweetly. "I'll be back before the sun comes up. I promise."

She has switched moods so much tonight I'm surprised I don't have whiplash. I've put up with this all night. Time to end it.

"I am the super cool sister because I'm helping you follow mom and dad's rules. Go to bed!" I said emotionlessly, without even looking at her as I started to wash my face in the bathroom sink.

She just stood there as she was getting even angrier with me. Her face was getting redder by the second. You could almost see a hint of steam coming out of her ears. She was getting livid because she could not go out with her friends. And she hated that I would not back down. She always fights with me every time I'm left in control. That's why I'm not fighting back. I'm tired of this old song and dance of ours.

"Ugh! I hate you sometimes!" She yelled. "I wish I was the oldest."

She resorts to yelling in the end, when she doesn't get her way, except with mom and dad, of course. She tries to dig in deep to hurt someone's feelings. True Scorpio default. She'll be 18 soon and I won't have to deal with this anymore.

"I wish you were never born!" She stomped off to her room and slammed the door.

I finished up in the bathroom and went to my room, not wanting to keep the fight going. She's exhausting when she's like this. I crawled into my bed, laid there for a moment before saying just above a whisper to myself ...

"I wish you could be the oldest. Then you can carry that weight on your shoulders. You can babysit and feel judged with ever move you make. You can know what it's like to have all the pressure on you."

Then, just a little louder than my normal voice I said ...

"I wish you would just disappear. My life would be easier without you here."

How was I supposed to know someone was out there, creeping around, hearing what I said to myself?