*Danika*
“No! No! Please, don’t do this! Let me go!” I cried and resumed thrashing about, making it extremely difficult for the guys to carry me past the door. How come no one is coming to my rescue? What have these men done to them? This is madness.
“Don’t waste our time, woman! We have limited time for this!” The one on my right snagged and twisted my hand behind me. The act caused me to scream in anguish and leap forward as the other of my hand joined the first. In a sweep, he hefted me up to his shoulder and matched after the first man that left a while ago.
I kicked and reached with my mouth to bite him but his skin was as tough as a rock, which made that form of attack impossible. I couldn’t even muster any ability of my own, making me feel as if they had done something to me to lock away all my powers. I felt weaker than I have ever felt in my entire life, not even when Bianca stole my powers.
“Help me!” I screamed, hoping Alonso would hear my cry and recover from whatever these people had done to him.
“No noise, Pretty bird. Everyone is asleep and won’t hear a thing,” the bastard asserted, jogging down the stairs. Everywhere was deserted, the guards who usually guarded at night at different parts of the mansion, missing.
“What did you do?” I wailed, giving up, knowing this is the end for me. This thing looks like it has been planned long ago. They took their time with us unaware. They didn’t reply and kept walking.
I don’t see any car packed out in the front of the house nor did it look like they were going to the gate. Instead, they ambled towards the backyard, to the forest. What! Our forest? How? Vampires in our forest? Alfred told me some time ago the border was fortified so how did they get in? All these thoughts went on a rampage inside my head that I thought I was going to go mad.
Getting to the forest, everywhere was stone dark, yet, they walked with succinct precision as if it was day and it was because of their ability to adapt to the night which was their best time of movement especially Vampires of low breeds.
“Alonso would hunt you, you know that. He won’t let you guys take me!” More tears fell from my eyes as I remained there feeling stupid as they carried me away.
My mother’s words came back to me and I stiffened, suddenly admitting that I can’t let them do this to me. I have to try. I can’t! My father said I was a weakling and wasn’t fit to be a Luna and this is why. I couldn’t even fight to save myself, not to mention those around me. They might have succeeded in doing something to the others, but since I was still awake it means whatever they did, I managed to slip past it to be awake, meaning I have a better chance than them.
I closed my eyes and visualized all my powers, trying to concentrate them. Alfred taught me these things and had told me someday I would need them when I least expect it. This is the moment because it’s the least of the time I expected. I wasn’t expecting this. I have to do something! It kept ringing in my head, like a timed bomb.
I didn’t kick about or thrash my legs anymore. I continued closing my eyes and propelling my powers while imagining all the times I was wronged, kicked, and battered by my father, sister, and my former pack mates. All the time I was called a failure, a weakling, and a good-for-nothing clumsy she-wolf. I remembered it all like it was yesterday. My rejection.
It made me furious. I can’t have powers sitting dormant in me, a power that I’m meant to use to save people around me just as I have always wanted, and then when the time comes, I allow them to bully me away just like every other person has been bullying me.
Alonso might not have accepted me yet, still, he is my mate. He didn’t reject me and as far as the Luna ceremony hasn’t come yet, I still have hope that he would come to his senses and do what is right. And if he doesn’t, I will have this chance to do something good for him. If not for anything, to save his face from his mother when they eventually wake up and realize I have been taken. Oh, his mother would make his life hell. I have to stop that.
With these thoughts in mind, it invoked all the rage I was fighting to lock inside, and then I felt something. I started shaking vigorously, so vigorously that the guy holding me let me go and I fell to the ground with a thud but didn’t stand up immediately. I gradually rose to my knee with my head bent to the dried thickets on the floor, something dark slowly possessing my body and burning inside, fighting to explode.
I was hearing distant voices but I couldn’t decipher a particular person’s voice because, at that minute, it seemed my mouth started moving, producing sounds of its own. I was saying something very fast but no words could be made out.
Then in a flash, I felt a hand on my shoulder and with neck-breaking speed, I snapped my eyes up and noticed everything was red. The forest was red, my claws were extended and I was still in my kneeling position, still whispering.
I slowly tilted my head to the side, whisk my mouth was still whispering, craning my ears which started catching sounds distinctly at the same time. I heard men shouting gravely. It looked like they were in pain, massive pain.
I don’t know what was happening, but their pain made me feel good. It felt like I was feeding off their pain-whatever was controlling me was feeding off their pain.
“Danika!”
I heard that voice clearly. I could hear it anytime and anywhere because it is the one voice that makes my heart beat. That voice was my Achilles. My everything.
“Danika, please stop! You have to stop! Danika!” the voice said. I was still whispering, twisting my neck until it was backward, to look at him. I couldn’t see him clearly but his silhouette was there, uncertain if to touch me or not.
“Stop, Danika! Please. Don’t do this!”
A tear slid down my face because I couldn’t stop myself. Is this how I kill my mate? Am I hurting him?
I tried so hard to stop it until I fell on my side, my hands cupping my ears and the loudest scream tearing through my lips to break the silence of the night!
It didn’t stop the power from surging inside of me. Then as if deciding to take the risk, his hand came about me and held me to him while I resumed whispering, opening and closing my eyes that were still red and the flame still burning the inside of me.
I have craved to know what my power is and now that I have seen it, I can’t control it. I can’t stop it. It was ravaging me, killing me, like I think it was down to my captors.
“It’s going to be alright.” He carried me and I felt him running from the forest.
Sometimes later, I felt myself being lowered into a bed, which I coiled up in, digging my claws into it and whispering into it , as if for salvation. Tears were gushing down my eyes as I fought for freedom. It won’t go away. It was there beckoning on me, imploring me for more blood. But I think my good side was dragging it down, revolting against its unhealthy demand.
“You have to do something!” I heard my mate shout, then I heard the heartbeat of another man- the demon in me heard it because at once, it shot off the bed and leaped at the man, pinning him to the ground and whispering so much that not even the forceful yank of my mate could make me release him.
I only let go when I felt the life slowly slip out of him until he was nothing but an empty carcass. I smiled devilishly, or rather the demon smiled devilishly, relishing in the life I had just taken. He had such a clean soul and I felt satisfied taking it.
“Danika, you have to help me. You can’t keep killing people! You have to fight this!” My mate shook me. With my body on the floor, I looked up at him and finally was able to discern his features as a result of the bright light.
I gradually raised my hand to his face, taking pride in the fact that I didn’t hurt him or was going to hurt him. Our bond was strong and whether he liked it or not, our demons too. “Mine,” I heard myself say slowly and watched his eyes dance in compassion and fear.
“If you can’t do this, Danika. Then I will have no choice but to intervene. Though it would cost me a lot, I can no longer watch you suffer. If I die, then so be it!”
He dropped me and placed his hand on my chest, and the demon in me caught aflame and went into an abysmal tirade, flailing about without any restraint. It jacked me up and flung me back even with the powerful hands of the Alpha King holding me down and doing whatever it is he was doing.
I thought I was going to die until after what seemed like ages, I wiggled about and just the way it started, abruptly came to a stop, everything fading away into darkness. Death becoming my ultimate salvation.
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