A Nightmare

River trembled, fighting back a scream because she didn't want to wake their hosts up. Lord Draven stood in front of her, the streak of moonlight illuminating his pale skin and his crimson eyes glowing like malevolent embers. The air became cloying as the sweetness of his cologne became overpowered by the musky scent of death that clung to him as usual.

It was all a scent that River knew too well. One she dreaded.

"Itsy Bitsy spider, little human," he purred, his lips curving into a sinister smile.

River wanted to flee. That was the one thing she knew how to do best– running from her fears. How was she to handle this problem that came knocking on her door?

Why won't Lord Draven leave her alone?

"I'm not your little human, Lord Draven," River, twisting her fingers in fear chose to not choose weakness this time.

She was tired of being weak. Of being the weak Omega. “How many times did I have to say it? I'm not the little girl of seven years ago and you know that too.”

He tilted his head