Aria and Adrian walked through the long dark tunnel that led to the caves where the different prisoners were chained. The new prisoner got a small cave of his own. As they neared she could hear the clinging of metal chains which meant that he was trying to break them. He stopped when they stepped inside and they caught sight of him. He was bare chested in the cold cave but Aria knew the cold didn't affect werewolves.
The prisoner remained still, his dark eyes turning to the entrance and glaring at them with resentment. Aria had always tried to avoid being near these creatures. She always watched them from a far distance but now she was closer than she had ever been except for that one time. The one time that haunted her. The one time when she lost her parents in front of her eyes. She quickly discarded the memory as it caused her to turn cold and sick. To grow fearful. She didn't want to fear those beings. She would bring an end to them. But first, she would bring her sister back.
"What is your name?" Adrian asked him.
Aria flinched when the prisoner took a step forward, the chains allowing him to take a few more if he wished. But they were standing out of his reach so she didn't have to be fearful.
Adrian remained unfazed. He had done this many times before.
"Since you made me your pet, perhaps you could name me too." The prisoner replied.
Aria shivered. His voice was as rough as the rest of him. His face was all harsh lines, his body hard muscle, taut at the moment from defying the magnetic force of the graviton. The magnetic metal was attached to his arms and legs and a large one was attached to the wall behind him. The size of the metal told her the force of the pull he was defying was great. He was strong.
"I would prefer to have your name," Adrian told him.
"If you insist." The prisoner said. She could hear the sarcasm in his voice. "My name is Marcus."
Adrian was about to write something when he paused. Why? Did he know of him?
He looked up from the notebook in his hand. "That is a good name." He said. "Messenger of God."
"It is and I have a message for you. You will die soon."
"And I am guessing you will kill me."
"Good guess." The prisoner said.
Adrian ignored the prisoner and turned to her. He gave her a nod to ask her questions. The prisoner shifted his gaze, his dark coffee eyes settling on her blue ones. Aria froze in place. She could suddenly not bring herself to speak. Her mind went back to the terrors she had witnessed caused by his kind.
"I see…" He began taking a step forward, those intense eyes not leaving hers.
Aria choked on the scream that rose to her throat but she remained still. Clearly, her anger wasn't enough to help her overcome her fear yet. She couldn't be like this in front of the creature she hated. She couldn't show weakness.
"I like the smell of fear." He said. "It brings me joy."
The smell of fear? What about the screams of fear? The screams his kind had caused.
"I don't doubt it." She said but that was all she managed to say for a while. Time seemed to stand still and then finally she managed to open her mouth again. "Do you recognize me?" She asked.
He tilted his head to one side and seemed mockingly thoughtful while watching her. Aria's face already twitched with disgust.
"I am not sure." He said but she could tell he was only saying that to annoy her.
"Why did you look at me earlier?"
"I was just being fair. You watched me and I watched you back."
He was still standing straight, counteracting the force of the graviton. At this point, his muscles would grow twice the size.
"Are your kind using human females to breed?" She asked straightforwardly.
"Why?" he raised a brow. "Do you want to become a breed mate?"
"I hate to compare you to such. Breed mates are honored and respected and you… well, I don't find you fit to carry our offspring." He looked her up and down, his eyes displaying revulsion. "Your hips are too narrow."
"All of you. Too fragile. Too scared. I would rather be flogged to death than to have my blood mixed with yours." He said it with disgust.
"You didn't answer my question." She told him.
"I know." He replied making sure she understood he would only reply when he wanted to and how he wanted.
"You hate our kind and don't want our blood mixed with yours, yet you will breed with our females." She tried to get answers in some other way.
"Well, it sounds terrible to breed with the ones who kill us but it also sounds like the greatest revenge. Will the mothers kill their children? Will humans kill half-humans? I understand why some would do it."
"You disgust me." She spat. She was sick to her stomach, her rage almost causing her to shake.
"The feeling is mutual." He said looking her in the eyes.
"I will kill all of you." She promised him.
"No, you won't," he said calmly but his eyes stormed with vengeance. "While you are busy with your experiments, I will kill all of you. You will go to bed every night thinking if that will be your last night and when the night of your death comes, you will ask yourself why you didn't kill me earlier before I burn you to ashes." His voice was low and threatening. "And then the wind will blow your ashes away. There will be nothing left of you. Nothing!"
Aria felt the cold spread from her fingertips to her whole body.
"Except for perhaps the one you are looking for?"
She stiffened. "You know where she is?"
He sighed. "I am tired of the questions." He let himself get pulled back by the graviton.
"Wait!" She stepped forward but Adrian stopped her before she could go any further.
"He is doing it on purpose. Let's go." Adrian said.
Aria knew he was taunting her. He was going to use that information against her but she didn't care at this moment. She wanted to know where her sister was.
Adrian took her by the arm and began to lead her away but Aria resisted.
"Listen to the old man. You don't want to know where she is."
Aria pulled her arm away. "Where is she?"
"Perhaps in the arms of some werewolf or several." He said his smile of the evil ones. "Producing some werewolves…"
"Shut up, you monster!" She yelled and before she knew her rage led her closer to him.
He quickly raced through the distance meeting her halfway but even that didn't scare her. She wanted to kill him! She was so close. If Adrian had not caught her and pulled her away the beast would have taken her.
Adrian had his arms wrapped around her and almost carried her away while she yelled. "I will kill! I will torture you to death! I will show you what pain is, you monster."
The prisoner was angry she got out of his hands first but as he watched her get dragged away while she yelled threats his expression changed. He looked at her almost surprised but Aria was too angry to wonder why.
Adrian carried her all the way through the tunnel and only released her once they were far away and she had run out of threats. The old man was stronger than she thought.
He put her down and shook her slightly. "What is wrong with you? You almost got yourself killed?"
Tears streamed down her face. "Did you hear him? My sister…"
"Nothing is sure. He just wanted to hurt you."
"I don't know. But if she is not a breeding stock then she is dead." She wiped her tears away returning to her composed self. "Tell me, which one is better? Which one should I wish for my sister?"
"We shared everything. Even our mother's womb and then one day she was just gone. If she was alright, she would look for me. She wouldn't just leave me. She would feel the emptiness that I feel."
Adrian put his arm around her to lead her back to the Zenith. He was quiet. He was not a man to offer empty consolations that could turn out wrong. He knew this world they lived in had more bad things in store than good ones.
In the dark room with only the moon shining through the window, Aria lay in bed with Marcus. He had promised not to touch her and put pillows between them. She had wondered if she could trust him. His eyes earlier when she licked her lips had said something else. He was unpredictable to her. Like a beast chained but close to breaking loose and she didn’t know when that would happen.She lay facing away, on the shoulder that pained her. Unable to stand the pain, she carefully turned around, being cautious not to hurt her leg. Marcus lay facing away from her as well and she was grateful for that.“Are you in pain?” He suddenly asked, startling her.“No.”“Do you ever complain?” He asked.“To who?”He became silent, probably realizing she didn’t have people she could truly complain to growing up. She had to take care of herself.“You can complain to me,” he said.“Well, all the complaints I have are about you …and your brother. Should I still complain to you?” She asked curiously and jok
Darcy could not sleep. She still suffered from extreme headaches at night that she didn’t know the cause of yet. And there were also strange dreams that sometimes turned into nightmares. Dreams of a joyful childhood with parents, and nightmares, some of which she couldn’t understand and others of all that she went through.She woke up in cold sweat and sat alone in the dark cabin trying to calm down her erratic heartbeat. She needed to find out about her past as it kept haunting her. Something in the back of her mind was disturbing her rest and the fair-haired, blue-eyed man she had helped earlier made her feel a strange way.She could swear she had seen him somewhere but her mind refused to remember. It throbbed and pained. Getting dressed she decided to take a walk.The breeze of dawn was cool and calm and she walked along the beach when she saw him. The man with similar traits. He had told them his name was Ross. He sat at the beach, staring ahead at the ocean.Darcy walked over, “
Richard went back to the village that was recently destroyed by the werewolfs and where he had seen Corinna. She had been dressed like a cabin boy, and her hair was cut short to her shoulder, so he went to the shore to find her. He took his time to look everywhere, asking a few people if they knew of a white-haired boy or girl. His daughters looked very distinct so people should be able to tell who he was looking for.At last, he found her, helping a few men load some things on a ship. He stood at a distance watching her, unable to believe that he finally found her after so many years. His heart, which was getting worse, tightened. At least he found her before he could die.He walked over, every step feeling like a thousand years as if he was traveling around the world. Finally, he came to her and she paused to look his way. He took off his cloak with a pounding heart.Her eyes narrowed, looking at him as if she didn’t know who he was. “May I help you, sir?”His heart stopped. His bod
What did he mean? What were they doing? And how were they naked?She looked at him questioningly. It couldn’t be what she thought he meant. Who was at the door?His eyes looked to the side and he continued to listen. Could he hear all the way outside and know who it was? Then it meant whoever was outside could also hear them all the way in. Why would he tell her to be quiet otherwise?“Who?” She mouthed, without making a sound.“Zoila. Saul.” He mouthed back just when another knock came. Ugh.“Marcus behave!” She told him now louder.He was surprised for a moment but was quick to play along. “Why? Are you not enjoying my misbehavior?”Her face burned. “No…”“Your body says something else.”Huh? Now her cheeks were in flames. She grasped the spoon harder. This kind of talking wasn’t for her. Her mind scrolled through the pages of the erotic books she had read.“What does my body say?” She asked, making her face melt away.Now he was the one speechless. She could see his muscles flex an
“I thought you didn’t like the paleness,” she said.“I didn’t. ” He said, continuing to put the paste onto her arm. He then nudged her arm aside and she felt the cool paste on the side of her waist. She was still as his fingers tickled her.When he was done, he closed the box. “Rest now. I will make dinner.” He said standing up.“I just… woke up,” she said, already dreading not being able to do much.“I meant rest not sleep.”“I can’t.”He frowned. “Why not?”She clenched her jaw. “It stresses me.”“Rest stresses you?”“Yes.”He watched her carefully and she avoided his gaze. “Well then…” without warning he leaned down and carried her up.“Oh… what are you doing?” He carried her up as if lifting a blanket from the sofa.“Taking you to the kitchen so you have something to do.”Her face flushed as he took her back to the kitchen. He placed her on a chair near the table. “No onions this time. You can peel the potatoes and carrots.”“Uh… alright.”He pushed the chair so she was sitting cl
“I need linen and pillows,” Aria told him.Marcus left to bring what was needed while Aria studied her ankle. It was beginning to swell. This was the last thing she needed at the moment. Her head throbbed. Her whole body throbbed with pain. She looked at her arm, she had several cuts and some redness in several places that would probably bruise later. She also felt pain in her left thigh and waist when the jars and shelf fell on top of her. She was a complete mess.This went from wanting to heal her hands to bruising herself all over. She looked at the fireplace ahead while Marcus returned. He came back with several pillows. He put one behind her and to her surprise, lifted her leg gently and placed two of them beneath her leg.The savage knew something.He sat at her feet and opened a tiny box he brought. “What is that?” She asked.“Something for the pain.” He told her.He had two other small boxes with him but before she could ask what was in them he pulled her skirt up her leg.“I