Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight series... yea first disclaimer so let's carry on!
?'s POV
"All it takes is one little witch blood transfusion, Ronan. And then I will have the perfect hybrid! To think I managed to grab a pureblood wolf.. Soon to be half-wolf I should say. Where do you want the needle, Ronan? I should add in it'll be a while before you can transform, not that I ever let you transform, or ever let you unmask me."
Coughs of dry blood spat up my scratchy throat. How long has it been since I've seen the light? Five years I believe. Damn I wish this sadistic b-word would show me the ropes. I mean the ropes hanging from the ceiling over there. Aleister, the sadistic guy I was talking about earlier, took me away from my dad. Aleister wears a creepy white mask, collar formal shirts, a butler vest, and a tie, always. Whispers in the air tell me my older sister's married now to the supernatural and has a daughter. If I ever get away from this hellhole in time I think I might actually be able to meet them. Yes I know, it sounds bad. Five years in solitude with a mad man and I'm also hearing voices in my mind. Or is it not in my mind? I don't know.
"What was that Ronan? I couldn't hear you over that blood~"
" *dry cough* I said rot in hell you monster."
"Oh, such mean words from the monster himself. Now if you want water and food this week, you'll cooperate. Or else you end up like my other experiments."
I wasn't his first test subject. Aleister wants to create a witchy vampire hybrid wolf. I am currently the only living test subject- Number 23. You would think people would have noticed by now. Not surprised really, I've heard humans are oblivious to the eyes of us.
"You won't do it Aleister. You've gotten too far to destroy your experiment now. But very well. Just inject me in the arm and get it over with."
The creep stabbed my arm with the needle and pulled a pint of blood from my left arm while simultaneously injecting some witchy-woo's blood on my other. I don't think that's how a transfusion normally works, but hey if this kills me in the process I won't mind. Then again another wolf will be subjected to these tests so I'll have to live... I guess.
Aleister left the room to find a gauze for my wound. Oh yeah I forgot to mention. Before I was strapped onto this bed with a bright light shining in my eye, he tested my strength by making me fight a werewolf while I was in human form. The werewolf lost but I had a few organs sticking out. Ha just kidding. The wolf attacked my appendix so no real damage done.. I hope.
The witchy-woo's blood didn't really help. Every drop felt like a piece of melted metal being poked into my bloodstream. Drips of sweat fell from my forehead to my 6-pack. That's right. I have a six-pack. Deal with it.
Aleister showed up just as the last drop of blood was drawn and he removed the IV drop.
"Was that so bad, Ronan? Now, I'll let you rest. Today is your 17th birthday after all and I do have some hospitality. We'll pump you with some morphine later after the witch blood has settled down. Then next on our agenda will to be testing your powers. If all went well then you can cast spells, your bite with be lethal to any vampire or wolf and you can move at the speed of light. Remember, you don't want that ever happening again so do me a favor and um don't run, okay? It''ll save me a lot of time."
The metallic door slammed shut behind him. I was left alone with the voices again.
We're escaping soon, Ronan. Do as the madman says and complete your training. We can make a run for it in a few days. There's a grimoire sitting outside of that bolted door. All you have to do is take it and run east. We will switch out the morphine for you and guide you back to Miss Bella Cullen. Your okay with being injected with power-inhansing drugs.. right? Never mind that. They don't live too far. Sleep now my dear Ronan..
See? I told you the wind can talk. I'm not crazy. I'm drifting out. I'll be there soon Bella..