4. BLOOD THIRST PART II

How long had I waited for that smile. I let it spread, felt it pull from deep inside me.

I watched him frown, his hold on me tightening.

My throat was cleared, licking my lips and probably leaving them blooded.

“ They want to whore me out Brandon.” Even that had taken too much of me but his deep frown had been worth it.

“ You might have broken me or so you claim, whatever makes you sleep but that is all you will have. Someone else will truly claim the crown you have bestowed on yourself. Someone will truly do to me what you have been failing to do all these years, truly break me apart from inside out.” I spoke the words, each coming out with much energy than the last. I spat them out, blood sprouted on his face. I watched him shake. I saw the emotions run through him and I thought he would shutter.

How sweet it was though, it was worth every ounce of energy I had poured on him.

My body was roughly pushed back, my head hitting the wall and leaving it ringing.

The laugh poured from me no matter the pain it brought. I would relish on the little moments I got or maybe I had finally went bonkers. I heard him roar, storming to the old couple that was always in the room watching.

“ Who is it!”

If only I had known my day would turn out the way it had, I would have saved bits of energy so I could sit up and watch. My eyes opened, my head pulled forward.

He was holding Ashton by his neck as Ashton shook so hard the old man would pee on himself. The old man was thrown so hard the door was thrown wide open. Brandon stalked after him and Wendy went running after, begging and pleading with the soldier to please let her soul mate down.

It was in that moment that it clicked. It was that very moment that my brain sparked with so much light it brought so much energy into my body. I felt the wolf I had thought had died long ago stir and I knew it was now or never.

As painful as if was, no amount of pain would have kept me down there.

I pushed up, the pain exploding like shit through a diarrhea infested ass but hell I would take it.

I had been through so much pain to sit there, I had been through so much torture to sit there and cry. My legs moved at a speed I had not known I had. It was as if my wolf had shut down and had just waiting for this moment.

I did not care what noise I made as my eyes went through the table filled with so many weapons. The spiked bat would be my best bet.

I picked it up and it was so heavy yet my anger had no bounds. I was hungry and angry.

I was filled with so much anger it could burn worlds. I literally had nothing to lose. As my motto said, if I could not escape, I would at least die but this time, this time I would go down swinging. I stood by the door, the bat heavy in my hand as I gripped it with both hands.

My wolf was suddenly loud and fueled. I could feel her anger. I could feel her power me with so much energy and strength. She was roaring in me, telling me to shift but no. I had taken much of the pain, I had taken much of the torture, she would have to back the hell down. That was my moment, that was my moment to get as little revenge as I would get. I would not let her rob it away from me.

I was so angry tears rolled down my cheeks. I was going to raise as much hell as I could.

Fuck them, fuck them all.

Footsteps.

Whack a bitch.

I hit so hard I felt my arm snap but that only meant I had done my job right.

Footsteps again.

Whack another bitch.

I kept swinging and swinging, two bodies fell down with a thud. None came and I took that as my chance. I bent down, hitting those on the floor over and over with blood and pieces of meat spreading out.

How did they like it? How did they enjoy it?

I heard the wheeze and I had lived with vampires long enough, they could not fool me.

My body turned, the heavy bat swung just in time to connect with a stomach. My head picked up, my eyes falling on Brandon with his eyes going down to the bat I held in place.

It was as if my wolf had gotten a boost because I pulled it out and brought it back on him faster and harder.

I went on and on. I kept hitting him like he was a punching bag. He could not stop me, not that time. He wheezed about but I held his arm, bringing him back to whack that ass.

“ You broke me you son of a ….!” I screamed, the bat doing the job for me.

I felt teeth sink in me and the smell told me it was Ashton. His little teeth did not scare me anymore.

I roared with anger, my leg swinging back to kick him then turned to hit him straight in the stomach with my bat. The next stop was in between his legs. I nestled the bat right there, up up. Those sacs got the best of it.

He cried out like a little baby but I had no time to ponder on him.

I turned to Brandon who was on the floor, sprawled like a roast chicken. I had hit him on the head which was what had left him at my mercy.

I stepped closer, raising the bat to get his balls too. I was loving the action, it brought much pleasure to me. I hit so hard he was shaking so badly, wailing like a baby.

Now, I never cried that hard.

“ Don’t be a baby Brandon.”

I had not thought I would get away with it but I was alone. There was no one else there. I had to be smart. It was my chance but it would not last long. The screams of the men would bring neighbors. I wished I could torture them all. I wished I could make them all feel what they made me feel but I could not. I would not let them take anymore of my life.

I would not let them take my freedom away from me anymore.

The bat was raised, taking the first life I ever had. They had tainted my soul and they were finally making me a murderer, as evil as them. Brandon was the first, smashing the head apart there was no way even his family could recognize him. Wendy and Ashton were next.

I thought I would feel bad, thought I would die from the guilt but nothing had ever tasted so good. I had blood thirst and it was getting sated.

Wingly was last, getting the final hit before I dropped the bat and made a run for it.