Fingers grabbed me quicker than I could blink, digging into my jaws as his sharp nails pricked through the skin.
“Shut the fuck up and let me finish.” With each word enveloped in fury, the veins on his forehead rose as his eyes narrowed on my figure. He took steps forward and the pressure of his hand forced me back until I slammed into the hard wall. I groaned.
“Now then, as I was saying.” He shoved me to the side, the sheer force sending me to the floor. I cradled my throbbing elbow close to my chest and glared up at him. My veins were pumping with seethe, but I knew better than to do anything. I’m certain they’ll keep me alive for my blood, but this crazy mother fucker looks like someone who would strangle me to death without even knowing that he’s strangling me to death!
“That hurts, you fuck!”
His gaze multiplied in intensity, flashing golden as they dug into my flesh like hot metal. I could hear his command without him having open his mouth:
‘Shut the fuck up’
I pursed my lips, teeth biting down on the inside of my cheek.
“The day he went into a coma, he went off somewhere on his own and got himself caught by my father’s men. It was a every week thing and every time he left, he usually said he needed to check up on someone. None of us really knew where he went. Now that I think about it, I wonder if that person he always went to see, was you? How pitiful he is.”
He…. came to see me? Lucas did? When? How? Why?!
“Your face says you know nothing. I guess you’re just as pitiful.” He chuckled. “Anyway, before I’m late to the show, we’ll be on our way to see your mate. I wonder if he already killed his brother by now? The look on his face when he finds out that Kenley never did a thing to betray him will be fucking priceless. In the meantime, why don’t you spare us a bit of blood? For now, your parents would do great as our first subjects, yes?”
W-What?
“Subjects?” My eyes snapped wide open. I dropped my arm and picked myself up from the floor in an instant, looking to Nate in utter disbelief. “What do you mean?!”
“I’m sure you already know exactly what I mean, Clara.” He looked down at me with a face full of newfound enthusiasm, his bright golden eyes penetrating me so hard that one would think watching me was his greatest form of pleasure. Then, he began humming to a tune whilst twisting around on his feet. He walked off. His hand lifted to wave back at me, the other going down into the pocket of his pants.
“…Wait!” My feet moved off quicker than I knew possible, fingers grabbing him by the arm as tight as they could. My intention was to hold him in place, but it wasn’t until I felt liquid run over my fingers that I knew my claws had come out again and were now sinking into his skin. My eyes slowly drifted to his wound.
Blood…
…I want to see him bleed!
As adrenaline suddenly pumped throughout, I lifted my foot and rammed my heel into the back of his knee. A satisfying grunt left his lips, his worthless body jerking forward. Before he could move much less retaliate, I twisted his bleeding arm, pressing it to his back. My other hand quickly went drifting to his neck, mercilessly wrapping around the flesh.
“If you touch them…” I snarled. “I swear I will—”
“–You’ll kill me? Is that it?” He finished, tilting his head to look back at me from over his shoulder. His golden eyes bored into my very soul. Those eyes, no his whole face was…menacing! My heartbeat sped up, as I went stiff from the sudden wicked aura he emanated.
“I might be quite fond of you-” His free hand moved up to grip my own, his body slowly rising off the floor. His sheer strength even as I tried to keep him down was remarkably overpowering. “–but don’t test me, Clara.”
His fingers shadowed mine, grasping them tightly in his hold then pulling. The sound of a crack followed and not even a second after, a sharp pain forced my lips apart.
“Ah!”
On impulse, my hand recoiled to my chest, feet scurrying back as quickly as they could. But I barely got far when he spun around and immediately reeled his foot towards my face. My mind screamed ‘duck’ but it was already too late to move. I knew for a fact that it was going to hit, and I could do nothing but watch wide eyed as it happened.
The tip of his shoe met my cheek with a strong whoosh, the force striking me harder than I’d have imagined. My body flung to the side, tumbling across the floor and slamming into the hard wall. Pain came from all directions as the crumbling walls sent dust sprinkling all over me.
I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut when it stung due to the debris. But that mere second was enough for him to have found his way right next to me. When I blinked my eyes open, one foot was already in front of my face, meanwhile the other was hovering over my head. The realization of what was about to happen hit me just as his foot slammed down.
Once wasn’t enough, twice wasn’t either. His foot kept slamming into me over and over, the force he placed into each hit lethal. I could feel blood gush across my tongue as pain shot through my being.
“You’re nothing but a fucking pup!”
I curled myself into a ball, my hands moving up to shield, but my flimsy bones barely did anything to lessen the impact. My head was throbbing like crazy by the time he settled his now bloodied shoe back on the floor. My vision had blurred, and I could hardly feel my limbs, yet when he turned on his heel, I couldn’t just let him be.
My fingers creeped across the floor, barely managing to loosely grip the heel of his shoe.
“P-Please…” I heaved, struggling to find air. “…don’t h-hurt…my family…”
Wicked laughter filled the room. “You’re only doing them a favor. Guys, get the blood ready before I return.”
I watched as his clacking shoes moved off and drifted further and further away. His presence was gone in seconds and the room fell silent. But that silence was soon replaced with the sound of dozens of footsteps approaching the cell. Hands picked me off the floor and not long after, needles punctured the skin of my arm. I didn’t move. I didn’t try to catch their faces. I didn’t make a sound.
In that moment, something devoured me from the inside. What was it? Despair? Anger? A mix of both?
I wasn’t sure, but all I knew was that I was helpless, I have always been helpless. There has never been anything good about me, has there? The people I cherish…the only people I care about, I’ve only plagued them all, haven’t I?
Lucas…I ruined his whole life in an instant.
Kasan…I no doubt brought him to this point.
And my parents…they were next on the list.
What should I do? I can foresee myself blacking out any second now, so how should I stop it? Wh—
“Hurt….”
A familiar voice echoed in my ears and the throbbing only intensified as soon as I’d heard it. It was that same feminine voice from before, the voice without an owner…
“…must help…control.”
I jolted.
She sounded near, as if her lips were right next to my ear, yet none of these people were that close to me. This person…where is she?
I forced myself to peek my eyes open just a bit, blinking constantly as I looked over the room. Two men were holding me meanwhile another two dealt with the syringes. And across the room, I could make out a couple of blurry figures blocking the exit but…I don’t think there was any sign of a woman.
It was then that it occurred to me, this voice… it’s all in my head?
Am I… going crazy?
“Need…Mate…”
“Must…control…”
The words continued.
“Human…”
“Find…mate…”
But the more she spoke, the more her voice kept slipping further and further away…
“Give…. me…control…human…”
“…must …control…”
Until…darkness swallowed me completely.
“Sleep, human…”
“I. will…destroy…”