Power Play-Julia

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 a deep breath he’s right in front of me.

My neck cranes back as I stay holding my gaze to his. I look at all the different facets of his face as I notice the scaring. There are so many of them. In some place its almost as if they pile on top of each other. I should probably find them to be absolutely hideous but for some reason I want to run my hands across them instead. Sadness fills my heart that someone would cause one being so much pain.

As that feeling engulfs me I see when he inhales. His body goes rigid in front of me as his eyes narrow. I can clearly see that he is verifiable pissed now. Jefferson growl sharpens behind me and I cant help the step back that I take. His breathing picks up speed and it almost looks as if he grows. Just as I release the breath that I am holding he moves.

A sharp pain hits my chest and my hands fly up to protect myself. I hear the fabric of my shirt shred before I feel it being ripped from my skin. A ferocious roar from behind me makes a click go off inside my head that he just did something violating. The chill in the room hits the top of my breast and my bare stomach as my hands fly to my hips.

I look into his piercing black eyes to see that he is enjoying this. If I didn’t know any better I would say that he wants to laugh. This is no laughing matter. I take a deep calming breath as he watches me with a quirk of his brow. His eyes flicker down and I know that he is getting an eye full as I try to stop myself from breathing so hard.

“You are going to pay for that” Jefferson growls out behind me.

I shiver at the sound of his voice. The room is actually cold so I hope they mistake my reaction to that. I can actually hear the protectiveness in his voice. We talked almost the entire night after I finally decided to stop giving him the silent treatment. His eyes flicker over my shoulder to look at Jefferson and I watch as he starts to fiddle with the knife on his hip. Instinctively I step close to Jefferson, not wanting him to get hurt. He is the lesser of two evils here even though he cant move much.

“How cute. Here I am trying to give you an early birthday present and your new little toy here thinks that you need to be protected” he sneers as his eyes travel between us.

“I haven’t celebrated our birthday in twenty years. What the hell makes you think I want anything you have to offer me” Jefferson sneers behind me.

The air in the room is heavy. The anger that they feel in each other’s presence is palpable. If feelings could be seen in the air, then this room would be painted red. Morbius’ face is twisted as he eyes his brother over my shoulder. I still stand with my hands cocked on my hips. Everything in me is telling me to cover myself but I refrain from doing the cowardice action. Something is telling me that I have to hold my ground with him.

“Well, since I’m in a giving mood, I guess I should finish what I started” Morbius states with a chuckle. I freeze as I prepare myself for his next action. I know that its either going to be my bra or my pants. A part of me is hoping that he isn’t so terrible that he would leave me here naked. I have seen mates and how protective they are. I’ve see how they respond when another shifter sees their mates bodies. A part of me hopes that he isn’t as cruel.

This time I don’t feel his talons as he shreds my pants. The sound of the jeans I wore being torn to shreds fills the air. its so loud that it causes me to flinch as I look at him in disgust. His eyes roam all over me at the skin that he has revealed. My eyes do the same to him as I stand still for his ogling.

“Are you satisfied now?” I ask him as I quirk my brow. Inside I am shaking in pure fury. I hold my head high as my eyes fill with tears. This situation is helpless. I knew that something would happen to me while I was here. I was holding out hope that these creatures couldn’t respond unless it was to their mate. I knew that I couldn’t be raped here. Now his actions have me thinking differently.

I’m stuck in this place with two of my mates and this makes my worst fear a possibility. For the first time in my life I feel helpless. So since I cant do anything in this moment, I will hold onto my anger. I will keep fighting until I can get out of this place. Once I do it will be them who should be praying. The Scarlet light clan protects their own. In this moment I don’t regret my choice to stay with my best friend.

“Not quite. If you were to get down on your knees I think it would be better” He says with a wry grin.

“In your dreams. You can keep that little fantasy to yourself. I don’t want it and I don’t want you” I state to him.

I watch as something flickers in his gaze. Before I can get a true glimpse of what it is, it disappears. He moves fast as he takes something from his belt. When I see that it’s a knife in his hands fear fills me once again. I know that they have healing abilities but I don’t. One cut in the right place and its lights out to Julia forever. My breathing picks up speed as I watch him play with the knife on the tip of his finger.

A drop of blood forms as he applies the smallest amount of pressure. He doesn’t even flinch as it does it. I should be surprised but because of all the scars on his body I’m not. He’s used to pain; it must be why he likes causing it. His eyes flicker over my shoulder briefly and I have no idea why it brings me a sense of relief. Then I panic once I realize his next action but I’m too late.

Before I can do anything, he sends the knife sailing through the air toward his brother. I whirl to face Jefferson as I watch the knife embed into his chest. He hisses at the pain as he looks at Morbius with pure hatred. They exchange no words as they stare at each other. I shake my head after letting it swivel between them both and I walk over to Jefferson.

I brace a hand on the left side of his chest where the knife is not embedded. With my left hand I pull and move my left hand to cover the wound. As soon as the knife is free I can feel as he slowly starts to heal below my hand. He holds my eyes with something that I can’t identify as I tend to his wound. He didn’t deserve that blow. I don’t know what happened between them, but it has to be serious to want to hurt your own brother.

“My knife.” Morbius demands from behind me.

I look over my shoulder at him as I keep pressure on the wound. I’m sure if I moved my hands that Jefferson would be healed. The tingles that I feel from touching him however seem to be the only thing keeping me calm in this room. I’ve never wanted to harm someone else but something in me wants to throw this knife at him.

“Just give it to him” Jefferson whispers. I look back at him and I can see the plea in his odd yellow eyes. They look so defeated. Lifting my hand from his chest I caress his cheek. His eyes widen a bit as he takes a deep shuttering breath. I hope that the small piece of contact comforts him. it’s what I intended to do.

When it feels as if the moment is getting too heavy I push away from him. I turn to Morbius as he stands with his hand held out while the other hand balances on his hip. I smirk as I come up with an idea. He thinks that nothing we do can affect him. It’s a shame he hasn’t been around more people that have experience the mate bond. He’s not going to know what hit him.

I walk toward him slowly as I had an extra twist to my hips. I step heavily so that my tits bounce when I walk too. I know that this could be dangerous. It could wake up his beast and I could be taken when I don’t want to be. However, it’s the only thing that gives me the upper hand. I rub my fingers together along my side and they glide too easily as I remember the blood on them. His eyes flicker to the action and I watch as they flash yellow for the briefest second.

I bring the hand covered with his brother blood up to my chest. I lay it across my breast and watch as his nostrils flare wide. His eyes rove over my body as his lips part. His tongue slides out rapidly to swipe against them and I know I have him exactly where I want him. When I am finally standing in front of him, his eyes aren’t on mine. There not even on the knife that I am supposed to be bringing to him. If I had to guess, I would say that he is having trouble choosing exactly where he wants to look at.

I eye his hand that is still stretched out for the knife and I smile in triumph. I grab the handle tightly as I hand him the knife in the wrong direction. His fist closes around it with a hiss as the knife cuts his palm. I smile as I look right into his eyes. It only serves him right for stripping me and cutting his brother. For added effect I decide to leave him with a little tid bit.

“Its never the knife itself that causes you pain when you get stabbed in the back. Its always the person holding it” I remind him as I stare him in the eyes. His eyes flicker yellow once more briefly and I watch as he gets angry. I regret my actions for a moment and even more when he moves.

He wraps his hand around my throat and I gasp as I am lifted off my feet. Jefferson roars behind me and I can hear as he struggles against the chains that bind him. I claw at the hands of Morbius as I feel him tighten his grip and bring my face close to his. My face is so close that I can taste the mint on his breath from the tooth paste he must have used earlier.

“I. Am. Going. To. Own. You” he warns me as he enunciates each word. Just as fast as he said them I am released. He drops me to the floor as I fall to my knees and fight to catch my breath. I glare at his back as he turns to leave the room. As he walks away Jefferson still struggles in his chains as his whistling tune fills the air.

“Not in this lifetime” I whisper. I tell myself that that is something that I can never allow to happen. Not if I want to live at lease.