“Dammit Athena, that was the last one here” I hear Jefferson yell downstairs as I start to laugh. If I had to hazard a guess I would say that she once more shredded his robe as soon as he came into the room. The guys enjoyed leaving that fact out as the dragons of their females guarded the eggs. Not that I have minded too much.Since joining the guard under Maximus in the last few months I have always hated the uniform. For the last three days she has yet to let us leave the house. Athena’s way to ensure that we didn't leave was to strip off our clothes for her nest before we even tried. Knowing that he will come up here to complain I get more comfortable on the bed where Iaid out. His angry footsteps coming up the steps make me laugh even harder as he bursts into the room. “I told you that it was a bad idea. You will just have to cook what is here "I tell him as I don't remove my eyes from the book i was reading.“I just wanted to go and get some garlic. It's the only thing that sau
JeffersonWhen I was younger I found the world to be such a cruel place. As two young kids who had no choice but to be on the streets. Every foster home we ran away from. Together as brothers we needed no one else. Eventually that all ended too. It was a normal day. We had just stolen food from the local grocery store. We were eating it in a nearby alley. My twin Morby as I called him, sat with me while we feasted on chips and candy. The smiles on our faces sere filled with Joy as we filled our stomachs. We laughed as we told each other jokes that we had heard from other children who attended school.We set frozen in fear as a shadow appeared over us. For sure this time we were going to get caught as the thieves in the grocery store. At times we felt that sometimes the store owner knew the kinds of kids that we were. We thought that he felt bad because of how we looked. We have been wearing the same clothes for so long that we lost count. Bathing ourselves in open restrooms and in t
Life is painThere is no pain in deathI am the destroyer, the delivererI choose who lives and who diesI am no GodI am a messenger of evilThere is no such thing as happily ever afterThere is death,There are no emotionsIts just me and my knivesThey need me as I need themThey are all I will ever haveMy mantra leaves my mouth smoothly just as it does every morning. Staring at my reflection there is no expression on my face. The scars tell their own story just as the demon that stares back out of my eyes. As I stare I don’t even blink. What would be the point?Once my morning routine is done I do the essentials. The water I use as I wash myself would melt off the skin of others. No matter how hot it gets I will never be clean. I will never be pure. There is nothing in this life that I haven’t taken for myself. I know that today will be a day like any other day. A day that I kill. A day that I come home to wash away the blood on my hands. Just like every other night,
I gulp audibly at the look that he gives me before shoving the doctor out of the room. As he turns his back for that brief moment I square my shoulders. I hear the growl behind me as Jefferson shows his frustration. I should have know pissing this guy off wasn’t a good idea but I just cant hold my tongue. I’ve never been able to. When he turns back toward me his facial expression is blank. I blink rapidly as I try to ponder what it means. I feel as my eyebrows furrow on my face as he stalks toward me. I don’t even know what to do to prepare myself. If I knew that he were angry, I might have tried to run. If he were simply upset I could have tried talking my way out of it.His blank expression however makes it so the only thing I do is fidget while I wait for him to walk over. I focus my gaze on that piercing black one of his. As his muscles bunch and maneuver I have to stop myself from looking at them. His bold movements almost reminds me of a lion stalking its prey. Just as I take
I blink my eyes open as I hear someone come through the door. I shake the sleep away immediately so that I can pay attention. I still don’t feel rested even though something tells me that I did actually sleep. The pain does that to me though. It makes me lose track of how much time I have been here. I know its been at least a few weeks. The first few days I had prayed for those in my clan to come and get me. once the tortured started though, I just wanted them to stay away. I don’t want any of them to suffer as I have been suffering. When my eyes finally focus I expect o see my brother as he stands before waiting. It’s the same each time he comes. He cuts, and cuts, and cuts until I pass out. Sometimes he doesn’t cut at all and he beats me.I can tolerate the beatings. Even though we are the same kind of dragon we can both handle the pain. Its those damn knives of his though that cause pain. They are made from something special that actually allows the metal to pierce my skin. I ha
The night was a long one. I could barely get her to speak a word with me when I attempted to start a conversation. I thought that things were going so well at first. I thought this was a chance that…well I really don’t know. I just didn’t expect her rejection. We are not rejected. I roll my eyes at his comment. We have been having the same argument all night as we stared at her. Being trapped in a room with her scent was torture itself. I have had to smell it so much that now I can almost taste it. The thoughts from my dragon seem almost barbaric as he sends images in my mind. I find that the images make it hard to concentrate on all except her. I hoped to find my mate. I had plans to woo her with the food I prepare. Back home in our clan, I had even collected recipes that I wanted to make just for her. When she finally falls asleep, I can tell the her rest isn’t peaceful. She tosses and turns in her little corner. I want to tell her to move but there isn’t anywhere else in the ro
The lecture that he gives me ends on a whisper as I stare at him. He cant even look at me as he goes into the rant. I don’t even think that he is thinking as he speaks. However, I do see his pain. He paints such a vivid picture that I can imagine it. Without meaning too he tells me everything that he has seen or gone through while he was here.My heart hurts as I look at the broken man in front of me. He seems so different from how everyone at the clan described him. Instead of strong and talented, he looks defeated. Instead of happy and jolly, he just looks sad. Instead of larger and boisterous, he looks smaller in my presence. I don’t even know what to say to him.“I’m sorry about what you have gone through Jefferson” I say lowly as I crouch in my corner. The room seems down right freezing now with out my clothes. I don’t even know why the bastard felt the need to take them in the first place.“I don’t want you to be sorry Julia. I want you to not go through it. Don’t make me watch
Things have gotten quite interesting this morning. Normally I wouldn’t bother with the duties in the camera room, but I want to see how this plays out. Surveillance may just be optimal right about now so that I can stay ahead of the Doctor. There is just something about the way that he has been acting that is bothering me. My instincts are telling me that there is something that I am missing but I can’t quite put my finger on it. It’s already been a few days and the doctor still isn’t back yet. I can’t remember a time that he has stayed away for more than a twenty four hour period. The man hardly leaves his office and has never taken a vacation. None of us have. He also sent a secure message through the server to start recording in all the rooms that have people or creatures that will be a part of Project O. Seeing as he has never been with anyone, I doubt he really wants to record a bunch of beast fucking their mates. He has never recorded them before. I spin around in the chair