Killing the Past
Arianna was standing by the wall across the room from me, arms crossed and lips in a sad pout. Something in her eyes said 'betrayal'. For a moment, I almost felt bad for her. Almost.
"I need to go make sure we have everything from the other base. I'm Hale left you're boyfriend a nice trail to follow. I'll be back then. Watch, her, Ari." The female wolf brightened a little when he said her name, and she bounced over to my side. Austin turned his back to us and left out the heavy iron door.
I continued to study the girl I was stuck with. She actually was pretty, will her warm ember eyes. The only problem was that she worked for a crazy murdering werewolf, probably sharing his thoughts. She peered down at me, and I tried to look fierce with my own eyes of ice. "How 'bout you let me go?"
She just sneered and looked away. I shook my head, annoyed by the stubborn girl. "What have I done to you? I mean really, you have to have some reason to hate me the way you do."
When I still didn't get a response, I decided to guess around a little bit. "What, you like Justin or something?"
Nothing. "Well you don't have a thing for Derek. Maybe... maybe you have a thing for Austin?"
"Just shut up, ok?"
I grinned, knowing I hit the spot. "And you think he likes me?"
"I said, shut up."
"I heard you the first time, but if I'm going to be stuck here with you, we might as well get to know each other."
"Look," she said, looking back at me, glaring as best she could, "we don't need to talk about this. But if you insist, yes, Austin is supposed to be my mate. Now what about you? You want me to tell you something, you have to tell me something. How do you know Austin? He told me you had a childhood relationship."
I didn't really want to tell her anything, but everything about her at the moment was so relaxed, it was as if I knew her. "I guess he could exaggerate that. He killed my sister."
She when ghostly pale. "He... he did what?"
I was surprised. If she loved him, doesn't she know what kind of person he is? "It was an accident. His uncle was murdered by a hunter named Kate, who I hated. He mistook my mother for her and out of revenge, he tried to kill the next hunter in line in my family. Me. But he messed up. He killed my sister instead."
Arianna leaned back against the wall I sat against. She slid down, sitting next to me. "I'm sorry. I didn't know."
"I didn't think you did. You don't seem like him."
She let her head drop. "He wasn't this bad all the time. Before, he was kind. He was... loving."
"But you see how he is. What he did to Derek. What he wants to do to Justin. Even what he did to me." To prove my point, I ran my fingers over the carving of the vendetta spiral there. It stung like a fire and I cringed slightly at my own touch.
Arianna looked at me, an emotion on her face I hadn't been expecting. She looked guilty. "So," she tried to change the topic, "you don't love the other alpha as anything other than a friend? You seemed to care very much bout him."
"We just connected. We bother hated Kate, and we both had our sisters killed. From that, we just became good friends. I trust him with my life, and he trusted me. And now look what happened. He's been hurt because of me twice now."
"Twice?" Though it was a question, I chose to remain silent. Though I was oddly connecting with Arianna, I didn't trust her. She sighed, but her eyes remained on me, though I looked forward. Suddenly, she licked her fingers, wetting them with her spit. Before I figured out what was going on, she pressed them to the torn flesh on my collarbone. I tried to pull away, but her other hand grabbed my arm and held me still.
"What are you doing? Let me go!" She ignored me, the pressure of her fingers becoming ice. It was so cold, it began to burn, though I shivered. Arianna let me go then, reveling smooth, unscathed skin where my flesh had been mutilated.
"Werewolves are able to heal ourselves quickly, but our saliva has healing properties for humans. It can't do anything huge, but it helps cuts."
"Uh, thanks." Why was she helping me?
She waved it away with her hand, "I would do your shoulder, but Austin would notice." I nodded in understanding.
"Can I ask you one more question?"
"What is it, hunter?"
"Why have you been... nice to me?" The question was burning a hole in my mind. She shuffled uncomfortably, taking time with an answer.
"You don't seem evil, like other hunters. And you love a werewolf, which is odd. I guess, you haven't done anything to me, so I shouldn't hurt you."
Before I could come up with something else to say to that, Ari's head shot in the direction of the door, and I knew he was coming. My spine went ridged knowing he was coming. Arianna shot up and backed away, putting our semi-friendship behind a cold mask. Austin came through the door, and I stood up in a more defensive position, brandishing my bound hands as a club.
"They had been there when I got to the shack. The other alpha was gone, or I would have killed him, and he couldn't have gotten away without help. There was blood on the floor, and it smelt like his, so something attacked him. I could smell the dear cousin, and another scent I recognized."
He said this all to his girlfriend, who took it in with a nod. "It's getting early. Shouldn't we be going so I may attend school tomorrow?"
"We should. You go a head. I have to take care of the girl." When he said this, he began to come over to me, and I shot Ari a look that begged her to not leave me alone with him. She mouthed the word 'sorry', and it rang true, but she slipped out the door as her mate and alpha told her to.
Austin came over to me and grabbed me by my fist. He then dragged me over to the corner of the room where a hook hang low, being slack on the chain it was connected to. He looped the hook through the rope binding my hands, and pulled the chain taught until I could barley stand on my toes. Then, he tied it to something, making me panic.
I was now helpless, my arms straight above my head, supporting my body. I felt the ropes digging into my flesh. Just as the pain began to set in, he circled around to my face and did the most horrible thing he could. He pressed his lips to mine in an angry, harsh kiss.
Disgusted, I tried to pull away, but because of my bonds, I couldn't. Instead, I kicked him as hard as I could to his mid-section. The sound of his surprised and pained grunt made the fact I was swinging wildly on the chain a little less worse. That is, until what he did next.
He grabbed my face with his over sized hand, the claws of his paw digging lightly into my flesh. He was pissed at my reaction, and decided to push me, forcing me to spin rapidly in circles. I tried to ignore the flaring pain in my arms and shoulders as he left me hanging there, swinging side to side, a naked light bulb above my head. Like he said, the basement is deep, solid, and sound-proof, so I could scream until I lost my voice if I wanted.
And no one would come.