Treacherous Passion- Chapter Five

Seth Monsen was one out of a thousand people who weren't easily appalled. But he must admit, that new were wolf captive he had caught really amused him. So he walked back into the room that he had locked her in, and was surprised.

Albelle started punching him and both were locked on in a fight that include tangible limbs with the struck of pure violence. She nipped, clawed, spat, beat, bit, but nothing works for him. He just holds her off without attacking, and always smirking throughout the fight. He looked as if she amused him. She rolled her eyes. She abidingly hates it when people were amused or thought she was funny when she was so frustrated and angry.

When she finally stop and took a breath, she looked at him.

" What the fuck do you want?"

" Darling, I just walk in here and you attacked me."

Now, he had Albelle's hand in a grip lock, and was tantalizing close to her, making sure his body was pressed firmly to hers. Who knew the undead could be so warm? She glared at him and lifted her chin, confidence finding itself in. But it was all seer pretenses, she was…afraid of him. Afraid for her life. She kept taunting him with violence but he never start to retaliate back, and this made her wary.

She looked into his now amber colored eyes, which was darker in shades in the middle, it was incredibly beautiful, but dangerous at the same time. It wasn't hooligan or gangster-like of fear when you walk in a dark alley, seeing all those tattoos or their figure of speech, but it was a more sophiscated one, where only abstract threat were given, yet had scared the wits out of her. She wouldn't admit though.

She humped and looked at her small feet and toes. And there it was, a birthmark of three stars that was interlined with a gibbous moon. It didn't make sense to her, but she didn't care too. She needed to escape, but with his frame and probably a 100 pounds of muscles heavier than her, she's really desperate.

She had pride, but sometimes, pride made you do silly things. So she settled for this.

" What do you want from me?" Her voice weary and tired, her blue hair in a wild mass. She lean all her weight against him, but Seth didn't soften his grip upon her, not like the last encounter.

" Be my mistress."

"What?"

" Oh, you didn't hear-."

Albelle snorted.

" Yeah, damn right, you know what I'm talking about, but why?" She answered. She knew she had killed a few people, bah, a lot, but if she knew her retribution was this, she had rather the assassins killed her.

" Darling, not everything must have reasons."

" Stop talking like you know me."

He angled his face towards hers, his lips a breath away. Albelle struggled to stop flinching and moving back, but be brave and face him.

" I know more than you ever could have guess, soulmate." With that, he's gone, out of this room. Albelle slouched down and lean against the wall, her hope blazing softer and softer, but her sense of anguish…and desperation abasing more into her.

She closed her eyes, and let the darkness and weariness consumed her.


When she awoke, a shadow was cast above her, so she slowly looked up, not trusting what she will see. A languid form was leaning above her, a woman. Albelle didn't hide her shock, it was a bloody vermin. She bared her teeth, wanting to have a taste, but she seems nonchalant about it. She just turned and said, "Follow me." She slowly slid off the bed, wanting to stop that human, but she kept walking and sometimes, she would glance behind her to see if Albelle was following.

Albelle swallowed. No harm with following right? When they finally stopped, that vermin spoke, " I am in charge of all criminals, prisoners, and" She pointed at Albelle, "captives."

Albelle said nothing. Just a blank face and stared at her as she opened the metal door, and place a small chip into a holding. The door grunt and give in. The smell of rotting flesh and smelly odor was unbearable. She knew where she was. The Dungeon.