Chapter Two | But Being A Monster Ain’t Easy Either

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The nights remained silent, as the grasses around swayed silently. The countless balls of gas dotted the sky painting like a happy artist's imagination. They all watched him as no one dared to disturb the monster that laid quietly on his resting place.

Not even the wind.

His eyes glazed with thoughts as he looked at the creator's creation. He hated this damn place and there was nothing he could do about it.

He couldn't handle the curse. He hung his head low. What was he doing here again? What had he done to deserve this? Then he remembered. Yeah, he always did. The last war before he died for the very first time. She had warned him but he didn't listen to her. He had always wanted all of their kind dead.

Every single one of them.

He led countless and powerful wolves with just one move of his right hand to go to war against the Great Coven of witches. He hated those damn beings. They cursed him or rather she.

He would always return after every 300 years and die again with no one or anything. That would be because he didn't want anyone or anything to find him. He knew he was like a myth to some people but people always sought him to kill him. That was the curse anyway, he would continue to be a tyrant, burning different packs to ground. Slaughtering Alphas on sticks.

Yes.

That used to be his life before. All the wars were always won. The right way. He sat up tirelessly as he heard some of his bones snap into place. After all that had happened he still felt he wasn't sorry. They were all meant to die. His muscles rippled as he stretched.

This was the third time he had awakened but this time he wasn't going to let the 300 years of living pass by again. Living a boring life of feeding on animal blood and living like some pig or running away from his fans or murderers.

No.

He decided he was going to travel around packs, scare the living shit out of them and make them serve him.

Definitely get a good fuck too.

Yes.

That was what he needed to do. Damn the curse anyway. It was destined to happen. After all what has he got to loose this time? Dusting himself, his shirt hung on him and he removed it.

He ran his hands through his curly hair and ran his tongue through his pink lips already feeling tired and hungry. The seductive monster was definitely beautiful, no one hid that. In his earlier life, he always had his ways.

He smirked having great pity for the village  near his graveyard and walked gradually looking like a toddler. After taking a few baby steps, he began  jogging properly before stopping abruptly.

Something hit like a stroke. Walking slowly and confused, he felt it again. An undeniable pull like he had some purpose this time. A purpose almost like-

The maniacal laughter that released from within tore through the silent graveyard as the beautiful monster held his head in pain and sadness.

Get hold of yourself Zayn. You've got no hope here, after all you're just an abomination.

Suddenly, great power surged through his veins as he felt his monsters come back to life. All three screaming inside his head. They were so happy to be given another chance again. It felt as painful as a burning flesh. His face contorted in pain as black blood spilled from his nose and mouth which he ignored as he grunted.

He crouched suddenly as he breathed harshly. Releasing a soft growl, he dashed into the woods in search of human blood. Some one to sink his teeth into. He was back. This time there was not going to be a dull moment.

A D R I A N A

My body trembled in pleasure as soft hands held me tenderly. The dread that filled my mind was calmed by the kisses that graced my neck. Every touch ignited a spark in me sending sizzles through my body.

I tried reaching for his neck but soon realized that I was chained to the bed. My eyes were tied shut due to the pleasure building up at my core.

You're mine," His possessive words slowly pushed into my head causing me to shiver uncontrollably as his breath skimmed through the base of my neck.

My eyes were closed shut due to the pleasure as she breathed out harshly. Truthfully, I already sort of knew who it was above me.

My thoughts soon paused as I felt his soft hands slide thorough down my navel. Soft lips pressed again against my neck as he teased me with no mercy, opening my eyes slowly, my breath hitched as I saw a shadowy figure with great body, red eyes also staring at me and my breath hitched.

"I'll kill him."

My heart stopped.

Before I could think further, his hands were skimming down the base of my stomach as he bit my neck slowly. I hummed, following the speed of his breaths, getting more heat.

Chris!

My eyes suddenly jolted open, I sat up filled with sweat but the worst feeling was how I was doing between my thighs. I just had a fucking wet dream. My mind slowly traced back to my husband.

I stood up from the room I was in and ran out the door heading for his. Barging in, I saw Chris sleeping soundly on the bed with no scratch of any sort. Plus, his arms and legs were so spread that no one could not dare to sleep beside him.

I plopped down on his bed in thought. That dream. I groaned pressing my hand to my forehead. I had never felt so much pleasure in my life before from anyone.

Those red eyes were trouble. I knew it. How? Why would I have such a wet dream?

That voice was not recognizable. Thinking back to the dream, my body started to feel funny again. My cheeks reddened in realization. I had never had sex before but there I was tied to the bed and screaming to every touch.

I felt like a cheat.

"Baby." I jerked with a shout before turning around to see Chris giving me the most confused look.

I cleared my throat, "Christian. You're awake."

He nodded his head removing his duvet, "Yeah, you didn't sleep here yesterday and your voice mail, I heard it."

I shook my head giving him one of my fakest smiles while sitting down on his bed. I couldn't get my moans out of my head. "No worries. I wanted to sleep in my room. Forget about what I said."

He shook his head before getting out of bed. Soon enough, he was in front of me, crouching and looking into my eyes. "Hey, I'm sorry for leaving you here but you have to tell me what you meant, I'm here to keep you safe, we have a target now."

"You do?" I asked and he nodded standing up which made me stand up too. "Who?"

"The Tribrid." He answered and the cold feeling ran though my body. "He awakened last night." A small smile appeared on my lips.

"The Tribrid? The same super old guy that lives in a toadstool for 300 years? You know, the fairy with fangs?" My smile widened at his plan to scare me but he looked at me confused.

"Fairy? Toadstool? Where are you getting your stories from?" He asked dumbfounded.

"My father." I answered embarrassed. He smiled cutely at me before shaking his head.

"I'm talking of the big bad wolf, half vampire and half witch. Kills people for fun. Psychotic. Said to be devilishly beautiful. Lures females and drinks their blood. Slaughters Alp—"

"Okay stop." My heart banged repeatedly as I looked at him in horror. This was definitely not The Tribrid I knew of. Of course Dad would lie, I told him I didn't like scary bedtime stories.

"The point is, he is back. We have to find him and end him before he does something horrific again." One word caught my attention. I stood up immediately at that.

"Again?" I asked and Chris sighed nodding his head sadly. "What horror has the beast caused already?"

"He killed almost all the young girls in a distant village. Girls of your age." He completed making me stagger back. His hands moved to catch me quickly.

"You okay?" He questioned slowly looking into my eyes but I was trying to hide the moisture in them. Girls my age?

I removed his hands softly and walked to the window. My eyes moved around the house yard and I stared confusingly. The red eyed thing came to Chris and I's house. Not the pack house. Like it was looking for—

No.

Shut up.

"What did you see? You're acting weird." Christian asked and hugged me from behind. I leaned into his touch trying to get any comfort.

"Nothing. I'm fine." I answered and held his hands which were on my belly. "Just hold me."

"I'll protect you. I promise." He said before kissing his mark on my neck. My body trembled a little at the contact making my mind to return back to the sinful lips in my dreams.

Who?

Whoever that was, saw me from the bush yesterday night.

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