All my life I had danced with the devil and each time he took charge and stirred me to every direction he wanted me at.
You ask me where hell was and I would point to the very life we were living in, going through life as if we were in control when we were far from it. All my life even breathing had come with consequences, everything coming at a price with hell to pay after it.
You think you know pain, thinking you had hit its rock bottom with life stubborn to prove to you that you could never understand the cruelty of the world and I understood just that night that my pain, my suffering had no bounds.
That night I knew that no matter how much you try, if you are not anointed from birth then there was nothing for you. I learned when I was young that if someone hated you, nothing you could do or say would change their perspective of you. You could never make someone love you, you could never make someone care.
And I could never beg enough for the heavens to forgive me for whatever crime I had committed.
I felt as the hands gripped me. They were cold, thin and long as my naked body was placed in one’s arms, twisted and turned around, probing every part of me.
I could feel the anger, I could feel the hate even in my unconscious state.
How could someone hate you so much when they did not even know you?
I swam in and out of darkness, begging death to take me away, crying with everything I had to him but he spat me away and told me I was not his child to claim.
In and out I drifted, back and forth tossed between hands knowing what had fallen on me, what cruelty I would face again.
The wind was cold, my body bare with hands touching every part they wanted.
A little part of me drifted away with each step they took with me knowing I was bound by the God of torture.
My head was light, not sure if I wanted to be alive or not for what was to come but as we all know at this point, luck was never on my side. It was an enemy of mine, looking for ways to make me suffer more than I had. I stirred into consciousness, my eyes fluttering open to close as my head lolled back and forth seeing a bloodied t-shirt.
It took a second for me to realize that the blood was mine, that it was dripping from me, down in beads and wetting the t-shirt along with the pants the man was wearing.
Dread washed over me, my quick and smart mouth no where to help me as I tried to think but hitting a wall with each turn my thoughts took. I could see many more feet behind the man who was carrying me. It was a whole army, more than seven of them with them chatting and laughing out loud because life was peachy for them.
The tears burned hard, my nose burning as the tears slipped.
I was hung over a shoulder, my ass up with my feet bound along with my hands, bound so tight my shoulders were as if to snap away, leaving my arms on the floor.
The pain, unimaginable as I blinked over and over but it never left me.
My stomach turned over and over again with the bile rising up and burning its way all through until I gagged it out, something green with saliva coming out. The pain left me groaning, my stomach as if folding itself into a twist, gagging even more and coughing from the vomit.
My body flew in the air so fast, hitting hard with my eyes closing and taking the pain as it washed over me and left me paralyzed, my lips trembling.
Kicks came from every direction, the man shouting about his clothes. I folded myself into a ball, my brain seeming to shrink into the size of a ball as I just pushed everything out.
Little one, little one. Mommy is here, mommy is watching, mommy is loving you forever.
Little one, little one. Mommy is here, mommy is caring, mommy is loving you forever.
Little one, little one. Mommy is here, mommy is happy, mommy is loving you forever.
I don’t know why that song came into mind but I found myself singing it over and over again, chatting it with nothing else heard as my arms came over my head, just drowning everything away.
A five-year-old me had walked to the market, tired, hungry and in pain from the beating I had just received from Wendy. I had been carrying a duel coin which could barely buy an apple but I was supposed to come back home with three bath soaps and the bucket I had broke while cleaning the house. My feet were bruised from walking all through the snow barefooted and the sound had come over and over again with my head turning.
A mother, one of the women who had a vegetable stall in the market sat with her baby wrapped in so many blankets. The woman herself had been wearing just an old t-shirt that was torn here and there, seeing that she had patched it up many times before. She was as cold and as blue as I had been with my torn shirt that was acting as a dress. Yet, the smile on her face had been something else. Her happiness shone through her eyes. The love for her baby had kept her warm and happy. I had longed, had felt the tears shimmer in my eyes but I had shook my little head and walked away from that scene to never think about it until that very moment as more and more hits came with blood sipping from my mouth.
My foot was wrapped by a hand, pulling me with it. I wanted to scream but I held it in, teeth biting down my tongue as I was dragged through grass, stones and sand that tore my skin apart. I held my head even tighter, singing the song even louder in my head with no tears pouring from me.
The scene played over and over again in my head, that woman singing, her smile. Even if it was not directed to me, it warmed my heart in a way it had never been warmed. It gave me hope that everything would be over soon, that I would drift away.
My foot was let go, my body flipped.
“ We are close to the station. If you want to test how it feels with a dog, this is your chance.” One said.
“ I feel like it would taint my blood. The vampire God will punish me for dirtying myself in that way.” Another commented as my arms fell away from my face with the song let go. My eyes stared from face to face, blood thirsty vampires.
“ Don’t be stupid, I am doing it. It was our luck they sent us to get her on our own, all those they catch, they take them straight to the royal prison, I am doing it.” Another bickered with me shifting where I was. I did not have to be smart to know what they were talking about. In my head I was screaming, screaming for my body to move but I could barely move a hand. It was all numb, blue-black as my head tipped up to see.
“ Okay, I will go after.” Another said and I felt the bile rise again.
Hands gripped my shoulders, pressing me down and over my dead body would they shame me in such a way.
My body sprung out, my feet kicking, hands moving about and screaming insults they never even thought they would ever hear.
I screamed so loud, cursing them and their pathetic lives.
“ I will mess you up you incompetent idiot, keep your filthy hands off me or I will cut them all off.
I fought as much as I could, seeing that I was not winning. They laughed, staring at each other, more joining, wanting a piece.
More hands grabbed me and I screamed bloody murder but what would that help.
I had no chance, no chance of escape as I cried out inside, breaking apart with my soul chirping away.
My eyes closed, willing my wolf up. She was my last option. She was hurt , tired and near death but she could not leave me like that. Please, not this, not this.
I fought hard, fighting and screaming for my wolf just to get up. Just one last time, just this one time please.
I shook, feeling it coming as the man spread my legs and hoped I was fast enough.
One second I was lying there with my worst night mare coming to play and the next my wolf lay there, groaning and snapping teeth.
The hands gripping me let go. I heard the shouts of anger before they hit me over and over again.
My wolf tried getting on her feet but she was too weak, my legs shaking and shaping back down.
“ Shift you Dog!” They screamed, their anger felt as they hit my wolf over and over again.
The pain, blood dripping.
The anger hit the roof, taking whatever they could; stones thrown at me, large stone, telling me to shift or they would kill me but I would rather die.
No matter the hits my wolf took, she still groaned, we snapping our teeth over and over, fighting.
A part of me was fighting for them to kill us, a part of me kept biting their hands just so they could snap and kill us. We were hit until my wolf lay down, heaving and breathing as if breathing through a wound. I begged her, begged her to not let go, to hold on. She wanted to shift back, my body starting the shifting process only for me to close my eyes and fight so hard for it to stop.
“ We can’t kill her and we have taken long enough, the commander will kill us, we need to go.” One said.
“ No, let’s kill her, tell them she died.” Another pitched in.
“ We have already sent word that we found her alive.”
Silence spread as my eyes opened to close. I was not sure which I preferred, being killed like an animal out in the wild or being dragged into more hell. My head moved but not even having the strength to keep it up as it lay on the cold grass, letting everything fall on the hands of these monsters with unconsciousness taking me again.
FIVE YEARS LATER“Kia, come on my love, what the hell are you packing?” Flavia asked, running up the stairs until she was in the crown prince’s room. It had been five years since she brought her three beautiful children into the world. Sadly, Kyde and Kaide had already outgrown the house but Dante and Flavia had already made a large warehouse for them just behind the castle where they would sleep.Kia, being obsessed with his siblings, ran every single night to sleep with his older brother and sister. It was a beautiful sight to see. The two dragons would fold themselves and Kia would step in between their cocoon where he would fall dead asleep. It had always been like that and it did not seem as if it would change anytime soon.“Kia, come on.” Flavia called as she pushed the door open into the little boy’s room. He had said he was old enough to pack for himself and as Flavia walked in, she could not help but sigh. Her arms crossed on her chest, a smirk on her face. Her son had turned
23 MONTHS LATER“Don’t touch me!” Queen Flavia; the devious, cruel yet loving vampire queen screamed out to heave right after. Sweat dripped down her whole body, pain searing through her as she groaned out.“Where the hell are you taking your hand?! Don’t you want to hold me anymore? After pumping this baby in me now you don’t want to hold me?”King Dante was left opening his mouth to close it.“But my quee…” His voice trailed away as the doctor peaked up to shake his head and for once, the vampire king took the doctor’s advise and shut his trap.“Aahh! Stupid idiotic man!” Queen Flavia screamed out with another contraction hitting her shaking body hard.“What are you doing there? Just taring at my vagina, get this baby out!” She screamed out, her body collapsing down on the bed.She had been at this for seven hours and she could not do it anymore. The baby should be out, heaving and crying while fuming at everything in the whole wild world. She was strong, she would fight but her con
“ VLAD!” I had never seen the king that angry, he had totally turned a switch when we passed the kingdom barrier. All the vampires from all the villages were at the royal court, summoned through the mind link to report at court or he will hunt each of them down and skin them alive. The threat was loud and clear, carrying so much anger when we got there the vampires were pale and shaking in their boots. I did not interfere, biting my lower lip and swallowing because I had never seen the king that hot. I had got a good pounding all through the day, sore in every way yet he made me burn for him all over again. His hand was so hot, burning hot as he held mine tightly. If I did not have his blood flowing through me, my hand would be fried. His anger was radiating in waves, you could feel it miles away. As we hit the royal court, seeing everyone, I nearly gasped because Dante’s eyes burned with such deep fire in them. I thought he would combust, my heart drumming in my throat so vigorou
“ I am sorry I have failed to protect you over and over again.” Dante said with me nestled in his arms in a way I never had before. I was too lazy to even stare up. My fingers drew on his chest, drawing circles and patterns while trying to imagine how they would look like if I actually used ink. My body was spent and it was one of the greatest days ever. We just lay there after making love in such an explosive way. My heart was beating in rhythm to his, having finally synced together and it felt as if we were living on one life force.“ This was a very rough time for you and I believe I came just in time, the perfect time. As much as you are not my true mate, I believe this was destiny.” I said, my head pulling up to stare at him, wanting to see what his reaction would be. He did not stare my way, having me lower back down with his arm taking it’s place again. He was also drawing his own pattern on my skin and it was the best sensation ever. I did not want him to stop.“ I believe so
My body ached, every inch of it crying out loud as I sighed in my state of slipping from sleep. I was cold, something pouring on me now and again, having me wet where I was. The ground was cold and slippery. I groaned out, a loud sound just attacking my ears over and over. Nothing but confusion clouded me. I tried prying through but all that met me was more confusion, My eyes peeled open, seeing rocks all around, them wet and green from the ever-green moss. I pushed up, my arms coming around my waist, and realizing that I was naked besides for the shirt that had been lain over my body. My head pounded hard, just confused of where I was and what was happening.I realized I was in a cave after much scalping. It was cold and just having me tremble. A waterfall curtain hid me away from what stood beyond yet as I listened, I heard the movement of water. I stared down at the shirt covering me and the pair of pants, shoes and socks folded a few feet away.My body pushed up. I lowered the
“ I am going to rest in my room. It has been long months, I think we all just need rest.” Vlad said with him moving to clasp Dante’s side in a brotherly manner.“ We will, go rest Vlad, and thank you for everything. I appreciate you my friend.” Dante said back.“ Any time brother.” Vlad said out, walking from the king to nod his head as he passed me still nursing the glass of alcohol I just could not finish. The thing tasted awful. I had drank halfway through and that was how far I was going to go. My feet moved, carrying the glass back to the liquor station to place it down. I suddenly felt nervous and I did not know why. I heard the movement behind me and I could not help but get more nervous where I stood. Yet, at the same time, my body sparked with excitement of being near the king.Arms circled around my waist as my body was pulled closer to his. My eyes closed, my head angling to the side slowly as I melted into him. I missed his touch, taking a whiff of his scent deep from the