It's that time, again! More chapters for Meeting the Major have been added! I'll try to keep this updated with as many chapters as I can, posted every Saturday!

Trigger warning! Talk of rape. If you don't want to read this, skip it. You have been warned.

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CHAPTER 4

It's been four days since I woke up. There's nothing to look forward to in this life other than training with the others and feeding. I have been told repeatedly that I can never go back home and I think that has finally taken root in my head. I just don't care anymore about anything. I haven't even tried to learn the names of the others I've sparred with. I just don't have the desire to give a shit, really. Whatever this new life I've been brought into is I do not like it. I've seen things the past few days that I should not have had to see and those experiences change a person.

I have been witness to males taking advantage over some of the females in our group, if they don't comply, then the males will rip a limb off and have their way anyway. I've also seen them rape and kill women who were brought in for slaughter. It's deplorable and I can never be close by when anything of the sort is happening. There's a part of my brain that realizes that this isn't right, but the bigger portion of my brain doesn't know what we would do to stop it, so therefore it isn't our problem. I'm lucky, I haven't been taken advantage of or approached that way yet mostly due to my sparring skills. I have a few battle scars, but not as many as there could be. Those self defense classes when I was human were probably the best thing that I could have done in either life. They've saved my ass more than once.

All everyone around here seems to be focused on is our bloody reward. Pun very much intended. The others are not like me, I can feed on a human and I have as reward for good fighting, but the others take it to a whole new level. Whenever most of us hear a heartbeat, we run after it. Venom pools in our mouths and our eyes turn black with desire and thirst. I'm not immune to the sound of a heartbeat, but my reason and my mind are still there. The others aren't like that. They seem to lose themselves to the call of blood in a human's veins. They are sadistic and they seem to gather some form of pleasure from it. I am the newest to join this Army, so I'm not sure if I will become a savage like those that are older in this life than I am, but I really don't want to.

I have managed to evade my prison guards, Riley and Victoria the redhead, for the moment. I say prison guards because it honestly doesn't seem like we have the free will to do anything other than what they tell us to. I don't like having my free will challenged or taken away. I'm an American. We're stubborn like that.

When I was first changed, I thought that Riley was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. Then I got to know him. He may be physically beautiful, but he has a black heart. Everything he says or does just makes me wish I could leave. Temporary evasion before I get caught is about as far as I've come to leaving, though. If I were honest with myself, I don't leave because I don't know what awaits me. Fear of the unknown. Isn't it always? The fear of going to college, getting your first job, getting married for the first time, all of which are "unknowns" at one time or another; yet a part of us always fears these things.

I'm currently stationing myself on the roof of this dilapidated building that we've been in since I was changed. The freedom I get when standing up here is exhilarating to me. No one ever comes up here, for fear of being glittery in the sunlight, but even if they did, I could just jump off and land right back at the bottom without anyone being the wiser.

"Alright everyone," I hear Riley call from far below, "I have more information about this coven that we are preparing to destroy, so everyone listen up!"

Destroying the coven that lives close by seems to be the only thing Victoria and Riley obsess over. It's tiring, to be quite honest. I roll my eyes and jump down from my perch, which would have scared the shit out of me when I was human. It doesn't take me long to hit the ground and head inside to Riley. When I find him, he doesn't look pleased. In fact, furious doesn't even begin to scratch the surface. We all gather in a loose group in front of him waiting on him to continue. We don't have to wait long.

"The time for attack has been postponed." He says. "We don't have near the numbers we need or the experience that we need in order for everyone to survive this. We will be moving camp closer to our target soon, so be prepared to move out. We will add more to our little Army once we arrive."

He turns and stalks off in the other direction without a backward glance. How can we not have the numbers to take them out? This war game is tiring and I'm quite bored of doing the same thing day after day. Training, feeding, training, feeding. It never stops. I need some excitement in this new life and I'm sure as hell not getting it. When I'm about to return to the roof, I see Bree in a corner alone looking terrified. I don't want to stop and help, she's not my problem, but my body won't seem to do as it's told and I find myself sitting beside her.

"Hello Bree." I say. "What are you doing over here? Shouldn't you be out feeding or fighting with the rest?"

"I…I don't…want to go." she says. I can hear the fear in her voice and after I take a good look at her, I can see she's trying to make herself smaller. Almost as if she's trying to hide here. Impossible considering what we are. I wonder why that is. Who or what does she have to fear?

I should just accept her answer and leave her, but can't stop the "What's wrong?" that slips out of my mouth.

"N..nothing." she says shakily.

"Bree, I'm only going to ask you one more time." I state flatly. "What happened?"

She takes a deep breath before she tells me of an encounter that she had with another one of our Army. Apparently she looks like an easy target for others to take advantage. The thought of someone hurting this innocent child infuriates me more than I thought possible. She seems to hate telling me what happened, but I can see she feels a bit better after she's finished. I, however, am so angry that I see red and that's a first for me.

"Who did this to you?" I ask her. My voice is cold, calculating and demanding and she has no choice but to answer.

"Gregory did this to me." She says sadly.

"I never took the time to learn anyone's name other than yours." I tell her, "So which one is he?"

"Over there." and she points to a man, 6'1" tall with brown hair and a beard. He's as wide as he is tall and looks to be built like a brick shithouse. Very lumberjack-y. He's not paying us any attention and is laughing with some others that I know are notorious for doing the exact same thing to other women. I don't know what possesses me, or even why I care, but before I know it I'm on my feet and headed his direction. All my brain can process is that neither he nor his little gang will live out the night for I intend on making every single one of them pay. Dearly.

Gregory looks at me as he sees me walking over and smirks before turning back to his friends. He's acting like I'm not even worth his time of day. I may not be. I'm in ripped and slightly bloody clothing, I have dirt on my face, mud on my clothes, blood in my hair, no shoes, hell I may be ugly as sin after my change, I wouldn't know without being able to shower or see myself properly and I haven't done either since I awoke. That however, does not excuse his behavior and I grab his shoulder to get his attention. He turns around to look at me with a bored expression on his face and I waste no time delivering a textbook uppercut to his jaw that snaps his head back and throws him across the room. It takes him by surprise. Apparently he didn't think I had it in me to attack him and I know I have his attention now. I'm fairly puny compared to his sheer bulk, but I'm also quick and can use that to my advantage.

He runs at me to attack and I hold my ground until the last possible second before I jump up and over him, kicking him in the ass on the way down and making him face-plant in the concrete in the process. I can't help but smile a bit as he charges me again. I think he's going in for another frontal attack, but changes his mind and tries to make a grab at my left side. I see it coming and he barely misses me as I hit the floor. I pop back up, not leaving myself on the ground defenseless as he stares at me. Obviously he's deciding how best to attack and outwit me. What I didn't count on was his goons grabbing me from behind and pinning me to the floor instead.

I may only be a few days old, but even my strength is nowhere near a match for theirs. I growl menacingly as Gregory steps over me, but he ignores it. "Boys," he says menacingly, "strip her and rip her arms off. It's my turn to play." Unfortunately for me, I know exactly what he means and his form of play is nowhere near what mine would be.

Gregory's goons begin to strip me of my clothes, but before they can take my arms, I let out this ear-piercing scream that seems to shatter the few intact windows above us and also has all of these assholes on their knees, covering their ears. I take the opportunity to get up and notice that everyone in the building is in the same position as well as those outside. Well, that's different, but if it gives me an advantage, I'll be glad to take it. As these idiots are recovering from my assault and trying to regain their bearings, I grab Gregory's head and wrench it from his shoulders. It doesn't take me too long to get to the bonfire outside where I throw his head in and gladly watch it burn.

As I move back inside the building, I see Gregory's goons have no idea what has happened to their leader, but they're out for blood, or rather venom. Mine in particular. They charge me and I scream like a banshee again, this time at a higher pitch and watch in glee as they writhe on the floor. It takes no time at all to finish the rest of them off and throw their remains in the fire. I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and relief that no one will have to endure their unwanted glances ever again.