Ok so I hope you all enjoyed chapter 1. Now to start chapter 2. I got a few followers and that makes me happy I just hope you guys keep enjoying. So as usual, I do not own avp. I probably won't update much next week cause I have tons of tests but I'll try updating as soon as I can. Now on to the fic.

Chapter 2

predator pov…..

Dachande lay in the warmth of his bed that night, starring at the audience that was his ceiling. He thought of nothing but the female, and her time in the battle arena. How could his elder allow such beauty to be destroyed with battle wounds and ultimately end its life? The thoughts tortured him, and made it seem impossible to fall asleep. This night was sure to be the longest.

He tossed and turned in his bed, attempting to find a suitable sleeping position. None. The only thing he was capable of thinking of was the woman. Violet. He pictured her in his mind; her curved body muscled over, the paleness of her skin and her long white hair that fell to her lower back. He wondered if he had fallen for the girl from the moment he saw her. If that was true, then paya was sure to damn him for allowing that gorgeous human to be destroyed. He growled to himself; damning himself for looking at the woman. But how could he have avoided it? If he didn't see her earlier, then he would see her tomorrow, in which he would witness the same thoughts. It was unavoidable. She already stole his honor.

The thought of her death, and the end of her beauty, would bring nightmares to his dreams. He cursed himself for even thinking of them. Still he lay wide awake for what seemed like an eternity before removing himself from the large bed and marching into the living room. The lights faded to an on position as he paced slowly towards the kitchen where he poured a chalice of, his species equivalent to, liquor. He starred into abyss of the still liquid wondering how his species looked to the human eyes. He took note of his far less than human features: four mandibles with tusks at the end and razor sharp teeth. His "hair" appeared like black dreadlocks. He had a broad forehead and his skin was painted a dark color. On his hands he had sharp talon like fingernails and his whole body was a solid rock of muscle.

What was the male to do? He could just forget about the battle rounds tomorrow and let the girl die. No, if that happen then he would banish himself for allowing it. Thoughts raced in his mind in an endless circle. Yet the most reoccurring one was the mate he had yet to obtain. Could this small weak human be his fated mate? He thought for a moment, then he left his dwelling; leaving the liquor dead in motion upon the counter top.

He followed a series of lefts and rights , allowing his feet to carry him to the room where the female was. The guards were off duty and the area was in dead silence. He paced over to the monitor which sat on a console with many buttons and switches. Dachande flipped one and the monitor lit up with image of the room's contents. There she was, still sitting in that same spot, wide awake. Why hadn't she fallen asleep? Was she taking caution to all the men who could take her right there? No, they were all asleep and were all focused on killing each other. Or perhaps, was she planning her escape? Questions raced in his mind, questions that had no answer. Paya the female took over his entire mind. Just one thought of her and every other thought would be murdered. Before he could think of anything more about her, he left; leaving the girl to her silent thoughts as he returned to his quarters.

..human pov…..

I sat against the corner of the room, forcing myself to stay awake. I had to if I wanted to be sure none of them would attempt anything. I so wanted to lie down, but the thought of being raped or just killed tortured my thoughts. With all the pain in my ass from sitting, I pulled through to stay awake. Occasionally I pinched myself, making sure I hadn't fallen asleep. I let out a sigh and thought back on the moment after my incident with the alien.

Flash back

"violet? I'm John." The man starred at me and watched as I rubbed my neck from where the alien held me. "talking like that to those things will get you killed before you can even set foot in the arena. You're lucky that dumbass jumped in when he did."

I hesitated before continuing. "He wasn't a dumbass…. He was brave."

"whatever. He was going to die soon anyway." The man spoke showing aggression towards the now dead man. "and you, you better just make a friend while you're in here cause once it comes down to your turn, no one is going to take it easy on you."

I just stared at him wondering if what he said was true. So far the only one that seemed like a friend was Nicolai. Does that mean that Nicolai will turn on me if it came down to us facing each other? The thought of my death crossed my mind and I cowered at the thought.

I turned my attention to the others who were eating and thus I sunk my teeth into the fruit that John gave to me. With every drop of juice that hit my tongue, my eyes widened. Nothing on earth came close in comparison to this. I savored every bite and prayed that the taste would never leave my tongue. When I finished, I continued observing everyone and occasionally glanced at Nicolai wondering if I would have to fight him.

End flash back

Before long I found myself falling to the darkness of sleep. The room was an abyss of deafening silence with occasional sleepy moans from others around me. My body still sat in the upright position on the wall but my head fell forward to gravity. My dreams passed quickly and hours flew by but I would still remain in the room when I awoke. Yet I hoped that when I woke up, I would be home in my bed.

My mind still focused on my situating, and I found myself jumping from dreams of fighting, to escaping, and to dying. Yet none showed me killing anyone. Would I ever be able to take the life of another to ensure my survival? Was I limited to only showing mercy? With these dreams, I began subconsciously wondering how long I would last in one of these fights. My mind wandered.

Next day

My second day there and I found myself counting seconds and minutes and then hours. I managed to keep track of how many hours passed but I was still unaware of the current hour and minute. I had occasional conversations with Nicolai and often stood and paced the room. Throughout the day I watched men come and go through the sliding door and I often wondered when I would be pulled out.

My time in the locked room felt like an eternity and I couldn't help but hope I would be pulled out soon. I felt as though I was going insane. Few men stared at me and whispered some things but I took no attention to it. The only thing I took attention to was the door. The door that taunted my every thought.

"You've been staring at it for some time now. What's up?" Nicolai spoke as he approached me from the right.

"Just thinking… Has anyone tried escaping when that huge fucker comes through it?" I asked as I looked in his direction.

"Yes. But many have not made it. If you're thinking about escaping, give up, you will be killed before you even get one foot through."

I looked back at the door then replied, "Oh. So, how does this 'game' work anyway?"

"Not sure, I have yet to fight. But if I had to guess, I'd say two fighters go in and one comes back alive. I've heard some chatter that the winner gets to choose who he fights next. If it's true, then one of them will pick you thinking you're the weakest and easiest to take down. Like that guy over there," he pointed to a larger man, Russian, and continued to speak, "Boris. Word is he likes to pick on the weak. He has been observing you, so you should watch your back."

I nodded and continued our conversation, "Nicolai, I have one question. Why are you helping me?"

The man hesitated as he searched his thoughts. I wondered if he even heard me but eventually he replied, "I was accused of a murder I didn't commit. At the time, I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. What you call help, I would like to consider fair information from an innocent man to an innocent woman. The others wouldn't even bother telling you this because in their eyes, you a weakling who would be an easy kill."

I wasn't sure if I could completely trust him, but I knew that right now he was the only one who was the closest thing to a friend that I had. My time here was just beginning. Yet it felt like my time was just ending. How I hoped I wouldn't have to fight with my "friend".

So that was chapter 2. Let me know what you think. Once again, if you don't like it then don't rant. If you have some creative advice to help improve this then by all means share. Thank you for reading and please show your support and review!